Days of Our Lives

The sun filtered through the open curtains, falling on the sleeping couple. Having successfully moved all of Kamiyo's goods, they began settling in a pattern of daily occurrences. One that while exhausting proved beneficial to them both. The gentle touch of the sun's rays roused Kurumi from her slumber, still embraced by her lover in a spooning position. She yawned widely before sliding out of his grasp. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took one long-look at the resting man before smiling softly. The sound of a bird's singing interrupted her thoughts. Looking for the source, she would find the culprit continuing its ballad cheerfully on the windowsill. Standing, she walked over to the bird before watching it come to a rest on her hand. She would begin humming along the bird's little tune while gazing at the vast expanse that lie beyond the compound. One of these days she would have to make time for further exploration; many of the beings that resided in the forest and surrounding landscape had invited to see their holdings. Often Kuru would accept, but with her work as a Daimyō increasing coupled with a budding relationship, she just didn't have the time to do so anymore. All of them understood however, lightheartedly teasing their patron about finally having a mate of her own. Often laughing when they saw the woman blush and stammer; a break from the typically unflappable leader. Nevertheless, once finishing its melody was finished, the bird made a polite goodbye before heading on its way, Kurumi watching it fly into the sky before disappearing. She turned to find Kamiyo still hugging the now empty space.

Grinning, she tiptoed to the other side of the bed before picking up a pillow. She then whacked him with it before darting out of reach. "Wake up sleepyhead. There's a whole world out there waiting to be seen. It's more interesting than watching the inside of your eyelids." Kuru stated playfully before deciding what to do next. Technically she should be working today, but she had been diligent over the past few weeks. Surely she deserved a day off. Nevertheless, she figured that something could be concluded upon once the bedhead finally roused himself. Noting that he was slow to get up, she resolved to smack him with the pillow once more. The woman couldn't help that she was an early bird; she always rose with the sun. Even as a child now that she thought about it.