"Who's crying? Hello?" More crying.
"Help!"
"Where are you?!"
"Help! Help me, please!"
"I-I-"
"Tsukasa!"
∞
Tsukasa awoke in the middle of the night, shoving the blankets off him and sitting upright. He was sweating and panting; a few tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
"Amou?" Amou jumped about a foot as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, Piko…" Amou sighed, turning to the girl next to him. Piko was shorter, brown hair and dark brown eyes. In the dim light, he silently looked down at her. She looked concerned; brow crinkled just like the dress shirt of his that she word for pajamas.
"Amou? Amou?" Piko questioned. He didn't respond.
"Tsukasa," she placed her hand on his arm. "What's wrong? Do your shoulders hurt?" Piko ran a hand over his left shoulder blade. Tsukasa shook his head slowly.
"No."
"Another nightmare? Oh, Tsukasa," Piko sighed.
Tsukasa cried softly, tears darting down his cheeks.