I had meant to post this up last night, but I had been writing it by warm, fuzzy candle light while listening to lovely, soft piano music which made me tiiiiired. I could barely keep my eyes open so I ended up going to sleep.

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L – Light-hearted – carefree; cheerful; gay

In an era of constant battle, death and gloom at every corner, it's the days a warrior only sees few and far between that make their life. Even if one loves that exhilarating rush of excitement as they charge towards a rushing opponent with their weapons readily wielded, wishing for a simple, quiet, relaxing day is no surprise. When a day like that comes by one spends their time wisely and prays to gods they may not even believe in for it to never end. The prayers never reach high enough, they never wish hard enough. All the joy and fun one experiences just makes the time slip away. It's only a matter of seconds before it's back to the never ending routine that sends one into boredom and depression and has them grasping for the time they can spend with their loved ones.

It is a day like such that two, a samurai and a spearman, find themselves enjoying. A lull in their mundane tasks of defending and attacking lead them to a peaceful night together. Although they barely slept through the chattering of catching up they were awake early the next morning. They bothered not to change out of their sleep clothes and stumbled out onto the morning light covered walkway straight from the bed. Only seconds had passed before they were caught up in a silly, everyday conversation.

A jovial laugh floated through the air and Yukimura let his head fall back into Masamune's lap," You are kidding, right?" Masamune smiled down at the messy haired man, badly attempting to hold back laughter of his own. What these two found themselves amused by would surely have no effect on any other. It was the cozy warmth that wrapped tightly around them and the airy feeling in their souls when they were around each other that made anything a joke. Not only that, but the sky shone bluer. The sun was blazing brighter than ever before. The wind blew past so appropriately, cooling their skin and throwing their hair. Time was utterly lost.

By lunch time they had managed to dress and took their conversing to the dirt road. Yukimura turned his back to the scenery he was walking towards. He lifted his arms behind his head and continued to walk, trusting he didn't need his own eyes to watch his steps. He wanted his sole attention on the man he walked with. Despite the small talk about what they'd be eating and joking about who would be paying, the walk was mostly spent in silence. They relished the sight of each other among a background of swaying trees and grassy fields, birds singing sweetly amongst the branches and colorful winged insects floating by. Words didn't have to be exchanged until they sat down on a bench, outside in the brilliant weather, and praised the deliciousness of their simple meal.

The walk home was slower, with many stops along the way. There wasn't much between the town and home, but pushing each other into the still dewy grass was fun enough. After growing tired of the childish fighting they would lie against the trunk of an old tree and stare at the numerous puffy, white clouds. Yukimura would excitedly point out the resemblance one had to something he loved and Masamune would tease him, saying it looked nothing of such. In turn this would cause another grassy fight to ensue.

They were covered in grass and dirt once they got home, but it didn't bother them one bit. Having played around so long there was already a warm dinner laid out for them by Masamune's retainer and they opted to eat instead of cleaning off. The food was slowly devoured as banter took place, chatting about past events and laughing about past hilarities. As the food disappeared and night fell down the words transformed into those of the future. What would happen tomorrow? Would they be fighting each other or alongside each other? Would they ever have another day like this?

Yukimura sighed and laid his head down in the comfy lap of his partner. They both stared out at the stars and listened to the chirping of insects. A single candle lit up the inky night that couldn't be illuminated by the faint lights it contained. A faint wind blew past, brushing Yukimura's hair into the air and back down around his face. With the day falling away it seemed quite, oh so quite. Though they still smiled at each other the silence was pushing an empty, aching feeling into their hearts. The day had gone too fast and they dreaded descending into sleep where the night would pass too quickly.