Dreams We Will Forget
The hotel room was dark when she finally decided to open her one good eye. Her night was restless, as usual, her body screaming for the sleep it so desperately needed but would once again wake in the morning with only half its sleep quota fulfilled. Who could sleep when an accidental word or muttering would slip from her lips during a dream when he was right there beside her to hear it? When she noticed the bed felt slightly colder...
Someone was missing.
The storm that raged outside continued its relentless torrent, every now and then illuminating the figure at the window with a flash of light. Fujin propped herself up on her elbows so she could get a better look. Another nightmare had probably awoken him. She didn't want to count how many nights she had found him staring out the window for what seemed like hours.
She sat up on the side of the bed and stretched. The clock beside the bed read 2:30 A.M. She glanced over at the only other bed in the room, Raijin's bed. She couldn't remember where her bronze friend had said he was going that night. She smiled slightly. Did she even care?
"Couldn't sleep, Fuu?" Seifer's voice made her stiffen slightly. "Guess I'm not the only one."
"Dreams?" She asked.
"Yeah. You could call it that."
Silence reigned over the room for a few more minutes. Fujin slid out of the bed and walked slowly over to the window, looking out of it and listening to the rain continue its futile assault against the glass. She was so close to him, so close to wanting to tell him how much she loved him, how much he meant to her. She looked at his eyes, those same eyes that had captivated her soul the very first time she had seen him. They looked empty...or hurt. She turned to watch out the window yet again, her voice unable to find the words.
Then his arm was around her shoulders, holding her to his side gently. She tensed slightly, this action unexpected, but his hold didn't waver. Taking the chance that might never come again, she wrapped one tentative arm around his waist, holding him just as close as he was holding her.
No words were said. No words needed to be said. Fujin was content as she held and was being held by her knight, watching the storm as it passed by. She was allowed to forget her dreams, living them if only for the moment.