A/N: I had originally intended for this to be the prelude to a full out story, but then they didn't seem to be in character as my plot stretched on. I decided to make it a drabble instead, of Ruka recounting a dream she had the night before. Hope you'll like it!

Cross My Heart

I don't really remember how it began.

Somewhere between hopeless mumbling and mindless grumbling, I'd found myself tumbling into his arms, pushing away and pulling back, and pounding against his chest so hard that he had to shove me aside with a panting, 'Ruka!' as my body slammed against the wall.

The edge of my dress clung to my legs, malting against it like a second skin, still wet and cold from the rain outside. It made me shiver so much so that I slowly begun to slide down the wall like a swatted bug -- guts or emotions or whatnots squeezed out of me so effectively that I'd become numb to anything and everything and could no longer make out the words he was saying.

Something like "worth" as he slid his arms around my waist to support my slumped form. Something like "bond" or "con" or "pawn" as he held me up and guided me towards the windowsill. Something like "one day" as he gently leaned my body against the glass, the pale moonlight revealing a ghost of a smile on his face as he stared at me with knowing eyes.

And then, it happened.

And it wasn't like it was specifically me or him. Or maybe it was me and then him, or him and then me, or both and we didn't know it or maybe I wasn't thinking straight... I couldn't have been thinking straight... And whether it was his fault or mine, or the pale, pale moonlight that blurred his face and reshaped his features, and for a hopeful second he seemed so much like another...

We kissed.

His palms flat against the glass on either side of me, his head lowered to catch my lips with such softness, such tenderness that it was as if a breeze had merely grazed my mouth and cheeks and breathed into me the life, the emotions that I'd lost to the wall only moments before. And as I held his face in my hands, keeping him close like I couldn't the other, keeping him entranced like I couldn't the other, I felt something else flicker between us. Something delicate and unspoken, and as unclear to me as it was to him. Something as he tightened his grip around my waist and I combed my fingers through the ends of his hair.

Something like... a promise.