Osaka Nights

Warm October nights
You came and cuddled next to me
Our noses brushed so close
I wished it was our souls
Drifting off to sleep
I could hear the little snores you made
Watching your eyes shut tight
Like doors to something sweeter where you rest

What was that idiot doing? Her rustling in the bunk above woke him up yet again, for this was always the sort of sound made when she was about to make a "visitation." It wasn't like he was having a very full night of sleep, anyway... Perhaps he was beginning to depend on her to be able to sleep as well. She has no idea just how much I depend on her.

Surely enough, a moment later the creaking of the ladder was heard and standing before him was a very dazed and unsteady Mizuki.

"Why are you still up?" he asked, an irritated yet gentle tone to his voice. Without so much of an utterance of a response, she flopped down next to him and pulled up the covers, only a matter of moments needing to pass before small snores were audible.

"Yeesh," he said, putting a hand to his forehead in exasperation. Now it was assured that sleep would evade him tonight. "You idiot." His voice was soft as he gazed at her peaceful features, her eyes fluttering delicately beneath closed eyelids to a world only she could see.

Tear me off a piece of blanket
Keep me warm and we can make it
Here's my heart, I'll let you break it
Touched your skin and I can't take it

Sighing, he lowered himself back so his head once again rested on his pillow, this time with much less room than before. He struggled to pull some blankets over to him without disturbing her sleep (as if he could ever wake her now) and settled in, an entirely new tenseness arising. There had been so many times where she had ended up in the same place, the same thoughts parading through his lucid mind, struggling with himself to not give in, as she naively lay beside him, whatever dreams she was having bound to be better than the waking torment he went through at times like these. Yet he felt so happily content on these nights as well, even throughout the temptation. Dreams seemed petty compared to watching her dream. Even though his young mind was begging for something more, his heart knew he needed to protect her, even from himself. That was the only way he could show his love at this point, and he would be content with that, for her sake.

He tentatively reached out and touched the side of her face, gently undulating with her deep breaths. Slowly he leaned in, her soft lips seeming to call out to him in her sleep.

"Sano..." she mumbled, shifting herself closer and knocking her head into his in the process.

"Itaa," he exclaimed quietly, rubbing his forehead in the spot that was hit and chuckling. Why did he love her? Sometimes he didn't know himself.

He tried turning around and catching a bit of sleep, but her warmth seemed to prevent his eyes from closing. "Shikita ga nai..." he murmured and turned once more to her, basking in the moment as best he could. Who needs sleep, anyway?

Light will creep in soon
And I still haven't slept a wink
I wish the sun would hide its head
So I could watch you dream some more
Wish the sun would hide its head
So I could watch you dream some more


I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more girl
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you dream some more girl
I wanna watch you dream some more
I wanna watch you

As the night glided onward he could begin to see a growing light out the window, the glowing halo her tangled hair created becoming more intense as the sun inconsiderately declared its prominence. He silently wished for the sun to go back down, or to rush though its daily journey so that he would be able to stay in that spot for longer, watching her in peace. No fear of others discovering either of their secrets, no needing to protect her from any other than himself... But he knew better than anyone that it would not last forever... So he must enjoy it while he can. Even though I know she'll end up here again some time or other.

At last she began stirring and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her tired gaze fell to the boy beside her, who returned it with smiling and contented features. She jumped high enough to fall off the bed and that she did, dragging the blankets with her.

"G-Gomen nasai!" she stuttered, scrambling back up and attempting to disentangle herself. He just continued to smile at her and her adorable clumsiness, the lack of sleep beginning to catch up and start tapping him on the shoulder. But that was all right, since he wouldn't have been able to sleep, anyway. Watching her was much more satisfying than just thinking about her all night.

Tear me off a piece of blanket
Keep me warm so we can make it
Here's my heart, I'll let you break it
Touched your skiiiiin


Of course, I do not own Hana Kimi or any of its subsidiaries, nor do I own the rights to the song October Nights by Yellowcard.

My original idea for this was going to be to make the Hana Kimi story out of songfics, but since I'm too lazy to do that and haven't been finding the right songs, I decided to just do a random collection of songfics. So here is my first one, compliments of Yellowcard for the lyrics and Hisaya Nakajo for the lovely story. Enjoy and be sure that there will be more to come (Oh, and I apologize for misspellings on some of the Japanese parts... I'm too lazy to check them and I only know how to say it extremely fast xP)

Hotoami