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It was the fifth time that week, and it was only Tuesday. She found herself waking up, trembling with visions of weaponry and sounds of gunfire running through her mind like an R-rated movie she wished she had never started watching. This time it had been all too real. The other times she had been able to roll over and go back to her normal dreams, but tonight she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Her thin and pale body shivered beneath her blankets. She tried her absolute hardest to roll over and fall back asleep but every time she did she found herself scared to have the nightmare again and woke herself up. After about an hour of doing this she found herself even more afraid that she had been when she had first woken up from the dream. The 14-year-old girl crawled out of bed and opened her door quietly as to not wake the others who were still asleep. She closed the door just as quietly and opened the door to the room of the one person she thought might understand her problems.
Nightmares weren't something that he could relate to. He usually fell into a drug-induced sleep and had strange but regularly good dreams. While he was dreaming of video games, he felt sudden warmth next to him, which slowly woke him up. The blue-haired boy sat up and found the little dark-haired teenager sitting at the end of his bed, looking terrified. He could see her tears glistening in the moonlight on her pale face.
"Nightmares?" he asked. She nodded, pushing away tears. He beckoned her to him and she quickly obliged, coming up between his legs and hugging him, resting her head on his chest. Her tears slowed to a stop as he rubbed her back gently. Her green eyes met with his red-tinted black ones and he saw that she was beginning to relax a bit. He had babysat enough to know how much she wanted to sleep but she was trying so hard to stay awake. He pressed her head against his chest and began softly singing to her.
"Windmill, windmill for the land
Learn forever, hand in hand,
Take it all in on your stride,
It is sticking, falling down,
Love forever, love is free
Done forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?"
He knew that this was her favorite song that the band had ever made, which was why he had chosen it. His soft and sweet voice caused her to relax a bit more. The visions began to be fainter and fainter…he repeated it to her,
"Windmill, windmill for the land
Learn forever, hand in hand,
Take it all in on your stride,
It is sticking, falling down,
Love forever, love is free,
Done forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?"
All the visions faded from her head and she found sleep coming to her. He felt her relax against him a little more and smiled at her.
"You want me to carry you back to your own bed, love?" he asked.
"Can I sleep here?" she asked softly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head gently.
"Of course," he replied gently, and she snuggled up closer to him, breathing in his scent deeply. He felt her breathing even out and knew she was asleep. In the darkened halls of Kong Studios, thing seemed, for once, in balance, and for a certain blue-haired singer, his life suddenly seemed to be…well, all right.
AN: This piece was inspired by an amazing (and adorable!) picture on DeviantArt by Mekou. To see the wonderful artwork that inspired this story, go to this page: