Disclaimer: Don't own so don't sue.
When i was writing "50 or so" i had a lot of ideas for Sleep... this is just one of the alternatives. Reviews are always welcome and much appreciated.
Sleep.
After a night of running, fighting, flailing and patching up small cuts, Doumeki had insisted that Watanuki follow him home. It was nearer than the witch woman's invisible house or the empty, dusty apartment he'd all but forgotten. Watanuki had been too exhausted to protest too loudly, but that didn't stop him from hitting him in the arm and generally flailing around like a wet fish before finally giving in and falling into the spare futon.
Doumeki watched him now, curled up upon himself like a cat, his eyelashes fluttering prettily against his cheeks as he explored a dream, and realised for the first time that there was at least one thing that Watanuki Kimihiro did without shouting, hitting or flailing.
The thought curled a smile from his lips. He settled down into his own futon, pushed as close as Watanuki's temper would allow, and followed his friend into sleep.