Kyo sat up in his bed, leaning against the wall of his bedroom. He sighed, disheartened that his beauty was silent tonight. It has become Kyo's habit of listening through the walls at night. He had found that if he was silent in the moonlight that drifted through his window, he could hear Tohru through the wall, the only barrier between them, physically anyway. He pressed himself against the wall, just to be sure she was still breathing.
I'm not a pervert, am I? Kyo wondered to himself. He thought of his cousin's antics, noting every possible difference between him and Shigure. Keh, not likely.
Kyo felt his begin to feel heavy, and a small pressure begin to form between his eyes. He was a cat, after all. His body was crying out at the lack of sleep it was receiving. But his human will kept his eyes open, refusing to give in to sleep's surrender. He heard sheets rustle, a moan flowing.
He backed away from the wall, like it had burned him. Grabbing his blanket, Kyo laid down once more, ready for sleep. She's fine, he thought to himself.
"Kyo…kun…" he heard through the wall. He sat up, his neck suddenly aching from the quick movement. She had said his name. He prayed that what he had heard hadn't been lack of sleep's trick in his mind. Tohru's mattress squeaked, a signal of her body shifting. Kyo sighed, satisfied. Content with the sleeping sounds of Tohru, he drifted into dreamland. A soft whisper crept through his lips as night's embrace held him.
"Tohru…" she heard. Yes, Tohru was almost positive that Kyo-kun had whispered her name in his sleep. Her secret crush had been thinking about her in his dreams. It was the first time she'd heard him speak while she sat up, listening for his night sounds. It began with one night of insomnia a little more than a week before. She had listened to Kyo as his bed shifted, as the crisp sheets wrinkled. She actually imagined herself sleeping next to him once, but the thought had immediately vanished from her thoughts.
The curse…she thought. Tohru lay back down in her bed, hugging herself while a small tear escaped her closed lids. As she drifted back to sleep, she willed her thoughts of the boy next door away from her mind. They only fueled her desire to listen to the sounds of sleep again.