Suzaku drabble

Another day had passed in the realm of the Saint Beasts. Suzaku, the lord of the castle, was lying contentedly in his bed, with the human Lauryana asleep next to him. It had been a long day, and he had been in a bad mood. He had snapped at Lorry, and had insulted and injured her. She had taken it is stride, and had done her best to forgive him, but even she could only put up with so much.

As a result, they had both started insulting each other, in a wierd sort of contest. He probably would remember her calling him a "overgrown excuse for a lightning bug with delusions of grandure" for quite some time. Eventually, they had run out of insults to use on each other and had aimed the barbs at the other inhabitants of the castle. It had been rather fun deciding which demeaning nickname fit best.
Byakko had been renamed "Lord Fluffington", Genbu had become "Ugliest rock sculpture ever" and Seiryuu was now "The boogieman with a frostbite." He doubted he would ever be able to look at them now without chuckling.

He had eventually gotten over his bad mood, at least to the point where he was bieng civil to his slave. He could tell she hadnt forgiven him completely, from the wary looks she had kept throwing his way, and by how she kept flinching everytime he touched her. By bedtime however, she was willing to rest in his arms. Now she was curled up next to him, in the depth of slumber. Looking her over, Suzaku frowns at the bruises he had caused made themselves more apparent.

The saint beast was about to fall asleep as well, when the human beside him curled tighter and whimpered. She had nightmares every now and again, but they passed quickly. Usually the only indication of one was a whimper, slight shivering, or faster breathing, and even so it only lasted for a few seconds. He silently counted to seven, and when nothing further disturbed her slumber, Suzaku smiled and wrapped his arms around the female. However, she started struggling and whimpered again.

Slightly concerned, the golden haired demon starts stroking her hair and whispering soothingly. After a few seconds, Lauryana calms down and, giving one last whimper of fear and sadness, snuggles close to him. He pulls her closer, so that her soft body was pressed against his firm one, and closes his eyes. In his last waking thoughts, he marveled that even though he put her through hell, she would still look to him for protection and comfort.