The cool night air blew in through the window. It rustled her dark hair on the blanket. Silver moonbeams were woven into it. Her breath was slow and easy. Her eyelashes fluttered, moth wings. He lay small and warm against her chest. He listened to her heartbeat, felt it. Pressing his yellow palms against her. Soft, and smooth. He wanted to feel all of her, her whole body. Yet...he'd waken her. She couldn't wake. Not now. She was his secret. A dark, nighttime secret. Only the moon and stars could know. Only the cool spring breeze knew...that while Aki Hinata slept, Kururu was there, guarding her dreams.

And when she woke, there would only be a lingering smell of curry spices on her skin.