"Heart Beat"
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did this would happen.
A/N: Yet again, for my sister. She read a PWP and fell in love with the pairing. I love her and these fics make her happy when not much does, so I try. Any communities you can send please tell me. Also please R&R. This is another innocent story.
Pairing is Hatori/Momijji; story is drabble.
The thunder boomed overhead, and lightning lit up the sky. Momiji was curled up in a little ball; it was not the storm that scared him it was the dream again. He had tears running down his porcelain cheeks, and no one could hear his whimpers or cries. He finally woke with a start and had to stifle a scream. His light blue sheets had been kicked off his soft bed, and he had broken out into a cold sweat, causing his matching light blue pajama shirt to stick to him. He wiped the last of the tears from his light brown saucer shaped eyes and pushed his pale blond bangs off his forehead. It was dark, as the power at the Sohma complex had gone out.
Momijji slipped off the bed. He needed to find a source of comfort, something to protect him from that awful dream and clam his rapidly beating heart. He looked around the dark room and saw nothing to help. He got up and started to walk across the cold wood floor. Light thumps were the only sound, and they echoed slightly around the small bedroom. He tried to avoid hitting anything by stretching his arms out in front of him like he was blind. However, this precaution did not work and he hit his book bag with his foot. "Mist," he cursed under his breath. He continued to search the room until he found the door. He opened it and walked down the hall, to his room.
The soft Persian rug under his feet muffled his steps a little. He found the door he was looking for and slid it open as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake the sleeping person inside. He walked across the room cautiously, lifted the warm comforting sheets and climbed on to the king sized bed, which squeaked a little. He quickly snuggled up to the figure in the bed. "Hatori," he whispered, "Can I sleep with you?" Hatori moved a little and settled back asleep. Momiji looked at Hatori's face and brushed back Hatori's long lack hair. Hatori does have quite a handsome face, he thought. Momiji started to cuddle closer until he was on Hatori's smooth bare chest. He could hear the steady beating of Hatori's heart against his rib cage. He sighed; Hatori was still here, he didn't leave. "Danken Sie Gott," he whispered softly, so as not to wake Hatori. He would not know what to do if Hatori abandoned him like everyone else he loved. He could not possibly go on with out Hatori near by. Hatori moved a little more and freed his arm and wrapped it around Momiji's light frame, then bent forward a bit and placed a kiss on Momiji's pale hair. He then freed his other hand and tilted Momiji's childish face toward him, again bent forward and brushed his soft lips against Momiji's pink lips. "Goodnight, Momiji," Hatori said hoarsely. Momiji sighed and cuddled then started to drift off in to a deep, peaceful sleep, listening to the heartbeat under him. He woke up occasionally to make sure it still beating. If he could help it he would not let his dream happen.
I like to hint how much Momiji cares. I might write one that is not so one sided, but I don't want Hatori too OOC. I hope you enjoyed it and please comment; I need the encouragement. Also, here is the meaning to the German.
1 crap
2Thank God