Good Night

Summary: It's rather cold, Hei is warm and there is an obvious lack of blankets… The convenient thing to do is to use each other as human bedware.

A/N: Guh. Hullo.

I haven't updated anything in a loooooooong while (years. years!) so I figured I should just go ahead and post some old things I uploaded in my LJ some time ago.

Truth is, I haven't written a story for quite some time now because of this awful, awful block. But for the sake of keeping this account alive, I suppose it would be alright to put this fanfic up.

I hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: I no own. I dirt poor.

She hears the clatter of his knives and the rustling of his coat as he takes uneven steps in the room.

Yin blinks at this. She has never known Hei to leave his things carelessly strewn about. He actually liked to keep the few of his existing possessions tucked away in a neat pile, conveniently put out of the way of everyone else.

Not that it bothered anyone.

It was just him and Yin now. There is no Huang to trip over haphazardly discarded clothes and no Mao to reprimand him for leaving sharp objects lying around the hideout.

The bed creaks as Yin moves to sit up. It's an unusually grating sound, and she knows that once upon a time, she would have complained over it. Would have had it replaced with a much newer bed. Bigger, softer and much less dusty than the one she was sharing with Hei now.

But that was long ago. A distant memory of a time when log houses and piano keys actually meant something to her.

The bed shifts from under her as something warm and heavy settles on her lap. Yin blinks, and it takes a while for her to realize that it is only Hei… who has decided to use her as some sort of pillow.

"Hei,"

He grunts and burrows his head into her lap, and perhaps unconsciously, sighs wearily into the fabric of her dress.

"Tired."

Yin only watches, mildly confused at what is going on. But she doesn't complain. There is nothing to complain about, after all. It's rather cold, Hei is warm and there is an obvious lack of blankets… The convenient thing to do is to use each other as human bedware.

She strokes his hair, (like Mao, she thinks inwardly) and leans over to kiss his temple. He stirs. Fidgets, even and sneezes delicately as silver tresses fall against his face.

"Ngh. Yin?" Hei cracks one bleary eye open but shuts it again when he decides that even his eyes are too tired to even see properly.

"It's nothing. Good night, Hei."