Title: He sleeps
Fandom: X
Character: Kakyou
Notes: I don't think it really matters for this drabble, but I thought I'd point out that I've only seen the anime and read some random parts of the manga so far, so it's kind of...a mix of that, in my mind at least. But I don't think it really matters. But just in case...
He sleeps. Day in and day out, he remains in an unending, unfulfilling, unchanging sleep.
Because he is a Dreamseer, and what else does he have left?
He has been here for so long he can't even remember when it began, locked in this eternal slumber with only the images in his dreams for company. But images, visions, will not speak to you, or give you comfort when you are left shaken in their aftershock. A vision will not even give you happiness; it will only leave you wondering why, why things must turn out the way you have seen and why you must be the one to see them.
He never asked to have this power, and he never wanted to be alone.
There was once a time - a horrifically short, unbelievably sweet time - when he was not alone, when he was not abandoned within himself. There was once a time when he was graced with the warm presence of an angel unlike any of those he has ever seen in his cold dreams, and when he was given a small piece of heaven.
But none of that lasted, as nothing ever does. He tried to take her hand and follow but could not.
He wants to die, and doesn't see any reason why he should not. He does not care about the outcome of the world - the one person in it that he ever cared about is gone - and surely he will not be missed.
And yet he merely remains living, remains dreaming, remains sleeping.
All the time waiting for an end that he cannot do anything about but watch, helplessly, unsure of if he even wants it or not, if he even cares.
Nothing matters anymore.
And so on he sleeps.
