Disclaimer: Psycho-Pass is the loving project of Production I.G., Naoyoshi Shiotani, and Gen Urobuchi. Specifically western adaptation rights (which this particular version is inspired from) are held by Funimation (forever may she reign).
Summer
Year 2120
Saturday, 11:36 a.m. Local Time
Sunlight drifts on flecks of dust through the slit in the curtains. Into a still room, it settles upon the sleeping faces, prying nary a stir from their minds so firmly coddled in innocent serenity.
What do they dream? What do the weary warriors' subconscious entertain under the dancing morning light after the battlefield? Lost friends? Lost selves? Or...nothing at all?
The woman, lying on her back with her mouth hanging open, twitches an eye, contorts her face for a moment, then pulls her right side over to face her still dozing partner. Stillness once more, punctuated only be the soft but heavy breaths.
Again the woman stirs. Her face cringes more than before, breathing becomes stifled, arms and legs clench and tremble. Her throat produces small, piercing whimpers. A leg kicks. The torso twists away. She pulls back in, drawing herself up into an almost fetal position, trying to control the tremors. Her head jerks into the mattress as her top hand thrusts violently to meet the man's solid chest and grips his shirt's fabric.
Kogami flinches, pushed out of deep sleep. He regains just enough consciousness to notice Akane's fitful nightmare and sighs slightly. He shifts his half-numb arm, that has been serving as Akane's pillow, down and around to settle on her shaking shoulder; the other arm goes over and around her tense waist, gently pulling her into a lethargic embrace.
Akane's spasms subside but not entirely. For many long minutes her body continues to tighten and relax erratically. Tears form, catch a lucky fleck of sunlight, then fall into cavernous darkness.
Each recurrent break speeds up Kogami's return to full awareness, causing him to squeeze a little tighter. No words are ever spoken. His eyes stay closed and relaxed. Ticking away the seconds, he absorbs every wave that breaks the surface, silently.
Finally, at long last, the quake passes. Akane unwinds her muscles and extends her legs as she returns to a peaceful daze. Kogami follows suit but remains enveloped around her slim form. One deep, quiet breath slowly escapes his nostrils and a hand brushes away hair from Akane's eyes. The calm seeps in and lulls the couple back into the folds of soothing tranquility.
Low, laden breaths stir the air in rhythmic swells. Specks of dust carry away the passing sunlight back through the crack in the curtains. Stillness once more lingers after the passing of the storm.
