Tatsumi sighed pleased, feeling the warm body next to him. His barely awake brain processed that thought and Tatsumi frowned. He was alone when he went to sleep. The confusion make him pull out of his sleep, and he blinked open his cerulean eyes.

And stared, feeling himself blush.

Muzzily, Kasumi blinked her eyes open. The person next to her was stirring. Should she get up, too?

"Mmm...?" she questioned, not awake enough to use words. She shifted in the bed, and her nightgown moved so that one could see that she was certainly not wearing a bra.

Tatsumi's face got even more red, he could feel his body warm with shame and he looked away from the beauty woman next to him. that was so not proper...

Kasumi turned her head to look at the person next to her. They were still tangled together, his arm around her waist, her hand against his chest, legs entwined. If she'd felt threatened by this person, he would be out the window and she would be calling for father and grabbing for cloths. But she felt so safe...

"Who...?"

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Tatsumi nearly jumped at the sound of the soft question. He didn't really want to move away, it was very comfortable to wake up next to someone, specially someone like her. But that was not way to act with the person you like, they didn't even had a formal date at all.

"Kasumi san..I...don't know how..."

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, blinking blearily. The heat had worn her out yesterday; she knew, too, that she was dehydrated. It seemed Kasumi wasn't suited to the tropics.

"Ah, Tatsumi...is that you...?"

She didn't looked that much surprised, Tatsumi thought, not sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

"Yes. I'm don't know how I got here." I don't feel like moving though, was the not said out loud sentence.

Kasumi smiled at him, still half asleep, but sensing his unease. "Ah, s'kay, dear one...probably just a dream..." She'd been having them a lot recently, these sorts of ones. (She always woke up first, and made breakfast, and woke the children, and then when Tatsumi came out, dressed and ready for work but with a crooked tie, she'd fix it and smile and they'd stare into each others eyes...)

He felt real, thought. That was nice...and Kasumi snuggled closer on that thought.

A dream...uhm. Perhaps. It that was reality he should be on his home, already dressed to work, that if he slep at all. A dream. A nice dream, that was it. It feel too real but some dreams were like that, like some nightmares were a living hell.

A dream.

"Must be." He ended, closing his eyes again and hugging her closer.

Kasumi murmured an affirmative, curling up against his chest this time, tucking her head under his chin. It was so very warm and comfortable in these arms...

It was several hours later before they woke up again to knocking on the door. "C'mon, Kasumi, it's after ten!"

Tatsumi murmured something about numbers and money wasted, uncounciously buring his face on Kasumi's neck. He was not paying attention to the rest of the world, she smelt so nice, so real...

The door slammed open, and Nabiki came charging in. "Kasumi, you need to--" She stopped at what she saw.

Kasumi murmured something into Tatsumi's chest in reply.

Nabiki was smirking. "Sis, I didn't think you had it in you!"

Tatsumi blinked, now awake. If he ever had a dream about the Tendo, he was sure that it only involved one of the sisters. He looked warily at Nabiki, trying to focus on her and then looked down at the woman on his arm. And he nearly fell down the bed.

Kasumi blinked her eyes open again, brain still foggy from being woken up so abruptly. "Nabiki-chan, I have asked you to knock, dear..."

"I did, sis, but I'm guessing you were busy~" Her eyes darted to the condoms on the dresser.

"Mmmm...?" Kasumi followed her eyes, but did not rise to the bait. "Ah, those are for Tyki-kun..."

Nabiki raised an eyebrow. "How many have you got, Kasumi?"

The elder sister frowned. "I am not sure of your meaning, dear." She was begining to feel a little bit of pain in her stomach, the warning signs of too much distance lost from her current partner.

"Sure you don't~"

Tatsumi was ignored through out the entirety of this conversation.

And it was a good think, the Shinigami was sure that he was not ready to face nay of the girl's questioning faces. He was wearing his nightwear,and was thrilled to find his glasses on the night stand.

"Tatsumi-kun. Oh, it is you today?" Kasumi didn't seem surprised.

Nabiki arched a brow again. "Today? Did something happen yesterday?"

But her sister's attention was on her dear friend. She blushed. "Um, dear, would you please come over here? I cannot..." The pain was too great without touching him.

T-today? Tatsumi thought..oh right, she was probably more used to virus than he was. I didn't make it less awkward on his opinion. Or less painful, the headache was killing him and all his body hurt, so Kasumi was feeling the same way.

The Shinigami sat on the bed again, but he didn't had the valor to hug her like before. He took her hand instead, blushing furiously and trying not to look at Nabiki. "I apologize for all this..confusion.-"

Kasumi was simply thinking, clutching at his hand a bit too hard, At least it is Tatsumi today. Sawyer-san tried but...that misunderstanding was not appreciated.

Being close to Tatsumi was comfortable in a way that was...very, very nice. She trusted him and that...well, perhaps, maybe, in the future...

She started to blush too, remembering Vanessa-sensei's words.

To Nabiki, they looked guilty, but since it wasn't worth teasing her older sister if she didn't react, the girl raised it off. She waved the man's words off, saying, "Get dressed, sis. We need breakfast." And left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Turning to Tatsumi, Kasumi said, "Would you mind walking with me to the closet, dear?" As if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

Tatsumi was relieved to notice that they were alone again. He didn't really need an audience, and he rather stay alone with her. It feel to right, and her skin was so soft..he liked everything about her, specially the curve of her neck. He was probably staring at the mentioned curve when Kasumi's question focussed his attention again. "Of course..not.." he said, a bit unsure.

Kasumi stood, her hair sweeping to cover her neck as she shifted. Smiling up at him, she grasped Tatsumi's hand in a comfortable hold and moved it to her shoulder. "It will be easier to walk this way," she explained.

The way her nightgown had shifted, it was showing a good hint of breasts.

With cautious steps, Kasumi led him to the wardrobe. It was full of dresses of a rainbow of colors, and for the day she chose a paler blue. Like Tatsumi's eyes.

"Mmm, dear...? Could you touch my neck and close your eyes...?"

Inside, she was not nearly so calm as her voice, but breathing easily and chanting in her head truly did help.

The Shinigami wondered how he got himself in such a situation and decided that all was the community fault. It was doing horrible things to his job and his life in general. Then he catch a glimpse of Kasumi's bare skin and he looked away blushing. Maybe all wasn't that bad.

He did as he was told, and moved his hand to Kasumi's neck, trying not to leave the contact but at the same time to be gentle with her.

His hand was warm; it felt nice. Her skin began to prickle where he touched her, and she shifted, not from discomfort, but embarrassment.

Kasumi changed quickly, but she couldn't quite get the zipper of her dress all the way up. I-it was a bit...too high. Nabiki normally helped her with such things, but...

"Tatsumi dear, would you mind zipping me up?" Though her voice may have been calm, her face and neck were scarlet.

"Of course." Tatsumi replied, a bit insecure. He couldn't really allow himself to touch her like that, it feel wrong in a way. They didn't chose to be paired like this, and even if it was enjoyable it was also a bit..improper.

"Don't be afraid, please." He closed his eyes, calling the shadows from his body and soul. The few shadows of the room started to move like liquid silk, and moved up to Kasumi's back, moving the zipper up in a calculated smooth movement. The shadow moved backwards, not after caressing her back in a shadow of a feel.

Kasumi shivered, at the shift in ki and the not-quite touch of the shadow. They felt like Tatsumi. "A-ah, thank you, dear." Her voice shook a little from embarrassment that had suddenly overcome her.

Reaching up to pull his hand back into hers, she kept her face turned away. "I-I am not scared, dear, it is not as if...as if I am not used to such things." And could, perhaps, do something similar with her aura herself, if she were to practice.

Now that she was sure that she was properly dresses, he looked on her direction. Kasumi told him about being capable of control her ki before, but he never knew that she was that familiarized with it. he was curious. "You can do that too?"