Dreams are for Nights

Chapter 1 - Dreams

By Mana Goddess

Disclaimer: I do not own Kamen Rider OOO, because if I did then Ankh and Eiji would have been an official couple on the show instead of just teasing us with great Yaoi moments.

Author's Note: I was watching Episode 40 and saw that Ankh has begun to have nightmares about his cores being stolen. This was a great start for a story. This is an AnkhXEiji story because the show won't make them kiss like we want. There shouldn't be too much of a spoiler here, nothing life changing unless you haven't seen episode 25 and beyond…then you should go watch those episodes and come back.

Thunder echoed in the empty restaurant, night having thrown her dark blanket over the city, draining her sorrows with a downpour that kept her residence in doors. The wind howled, moaning as it sensed danger in the air. The sound of falling metals clanking together awoke the Greeed sleeping on his perch in the tiny attic room. "A Yummy" Ankh said a bit drowsily as lightning flashing followed by thunder's great roar. Wheels in his mind began to turn as night's fog began to lift, his eyes flashed to the sleeping rider on the bed. "Hey, Eiji wake up, a Yummy!"

Naturally, Eiji didn't movie. "Tch" he said. How the rider slept through this storm was beyond Ankh. Humans were strange; they were comforted by the sound of rain. Personally, it made Ankh antsy as hell. He jumped down from the red satin nest he had made in this tiny room, determined to wake the sound sleeper. Again, he called to Eiji, shaking him. "Eiji wake up!" nothing. Pulling back the covers Ankh's eyes widened as a different black haired man with Ankh's face was sleeping in the Rider's bed.

Shingo rolled over and looked up at Ankh, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Sorry, but there is no room for a filthy Greeed here," Shingo said, sitting up as he stretched lazily. Ankh looked down at himself, no, he was still in the borrowed body, but how could the body also be sitting in front of him as well? Thunder crashed nearby as Ankh's heart began to speed up in his chest.

Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed the Greeed from behind. Ankh tried to turn around but he couldn't move! Warm breath tickled his neck as he felt the embrace of the Rider. Growling, he struggled against the surprisingly strong grasp. "Eiji! Let me go there is a Yummy!" Ankh shouted, fighting panic back with everything he had. No, he would not panic; this was just some weird Yummy playing tricks on him. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him afraid.

A red feather slowly fell from the rafters, landing in Shingo's hand. The detective lifted it turning it this way and that, inspecting it as lightning flashed to illuminate the feather. Surprise crossed the Greeeds face as recognition hit him, it was Ankh's feather. "What a pretty bird, maybe we should keep it as a pet." Shingo chuckled, lightly caressing his own cheek with the feather while looking at the Rider holding onto the struggling Greeed. "He is kind of cute."

Eiji shook his head, tightening his grasp on Ankh. "No, I think it's crowded enough in here. Besides, this Ankh needs to go back to his original Ankh so we can have you back, Detective." Eiji chuckled, his nose nuzzling Ankh's ear, sending shivers down the blond's spine and a light flush to his cheeks. "Such a shame, I was rather fond of you Ankh, but you wouldn't give in, you wouldn't let me love you. Your pride was your downfall, how could I compete? Oh well, as everyone knows, it is what's underneath that really counts."

The shutters burst open with a violent bang, rain pouring in and soaking the bed and the detective sitting up on it. Red feathers swirled in the room as the Child Ankh hovered outside, smiling mischievously. Lightning flashed and the boy was now in his true form, Ankh's Greeed body. He held his purple right hand out to the couple embracing. "I have come for me…" It whispered stepping into the room and kneeling on the bed. Shingo caressed the new Greeed, kissing his shoulder and caressing his beak lovingly.

"See Ankh, why couldn't you be more like this Ankh?" He asked, running a finger down the mostly formed Greeed's face gently, smiling fondly at the imposter Greeed. Lost Ankh smiled, its bird eyes challenging Ankh to do something before the original Greeed lost his mind. He would fight, fight with everything he had, he would win this, somehow.

"We don't need you anymore Ankh. Or should I call you, Lesser Ankh? Why don't you be a good birdy and return to your body so we can finally have a full person instead of just a fragment of a man?" Eiji whispered, holding the blond man tight with one arm, forcing the talon arm out, offering it to Lost Ankh to take. Ankh tried to pull his arm back, but Eiji was too strong, his words stinging surprisingly deep. He was NOT a fragment of a man, if anything Lost Ankh was a fragment of HIM, a piece Ankh really needed to get back. "We don't need you; OOO can still take over without your medals."

Ankh finally gave in to his panic, the words snipping the last of his courage. Eiji needed Ankh, he was useless as OOO without the Greeed, but it seemed he had been replaced. Ankh struggled as the storm picked up outside, the shutters banging against the wall with a new fury. The men laughed as the Lost Ankh reached out with his purple arm, calling on the medals within Ankh, especially his subconscious Medal. Memories flashed in his mind, memories of the King taking his medals, of the betrayal. Pain from being betrayed, once by the King and now by Eiji and Shingo, mixed within him, fanning his panic to an all new high. "Stop fighting it, just go already, I don't need you, I never needed you." Eiji whispered.

-OOO-

"NO!" Ankh yelled, sitting straight up on the stool, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He looked around, searching for the imposter Ankh and the backstabbing man who called himself a Rider. He needed to fight, needed to get away to preserve himself. He could come back when he was stronger, when he had more Medals.

"Are you okay Ankh?" Eiji asked, holding a broom he was using to sweep up the restaurant, his voice snapping Ankh out of his panicked rage. Ankh's wild eyes locked onto the riders as he dashed to the man, grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him up so they were nose to nose with a growl.

"I will not lose to the imposter, and I will not lose to you. You need me more than you know!" Ankh shouted, shoving Eiji aside and stomping up the stairs to his perch of a nest, leaving a very confused Eiji downstairs. He checked his subconscious, the detective was still there. Good. Ankh would NOT give up this body so easily. If they thought Ankh could be defeated that easily, they had another thing coming!

-OOO-

It was all a dream…? Ankh thought as he nuzzled into the red satin, the cool fabric calming his nerves slightly. The window was open and the sun was shining through, warming Eiji's bed as a gentle breeze ruffled the sheets a bit. He listened to the ruckus of the restaurant down below and decided that Eiji would be kept busy for a while. Hopping down he draped the red satin over the bed and lay atop it in the warming sun, giving into his other guilty pleasure of sunshine.

His talons rubbed the satin material as it warmed in the sunlight. It was such a good feeling to be like this. No one saw him like this with his defenses down, EVER. Sure he was still mentally searching for his core medals and listening for the sound of the cell medals, but for this moment he could just breathe. Inhaling deeply he was enveloped in the scent of the rider. Eiji always reminded Ankh of sunshine and the forest. It could be because Eiji was what was known as a 'free spirit' and always did what he wanted or it was his strange imagination that he had suddenly developed now that the detective was starting to wake up.

"I will not give this body up that easily detective, I still need it," Ankh whispered to soul buried beneath his own in the body. It was a bit strange sharing a body with someone, especially when that person was awaking within, ideas melding together to form an interesting mind. Part of him wondered if the detective could read Ankh's memories and thoughts as Ankh could read his, but that was for another day. When the day finally arrived and Ankh would leave this body, he would have no need for Eiji or any of them anymore.

At least that is what he lied to himself about. Grumbling, Ankh rolled onto his side, letting the other part of him bask in the warm sunlight. What were these dreams? Never in Ankh's extended life had he ever dreamt at night before; this was completely new to him. He searched the memory archive of the detective; a dream that left someone with a bad feeling was called a nightmare. Sometimes if one was stressed or upset the emotions and thoughts would take form during the night and attack. It was a strange concept, but if he were that kind of Greeed, it could be very useful. An inner desire turned on its head and attacking the dreamer, sounds like a devious Yummy.

"Ankh? Are you awake," Eiji asked, poking his head into the room. Ankh had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't even realize the rider was heading up to their room. Grabbing one of Eiji's own pillows he hurled it at the rider, hitting him square in the face. Caught off guard Eiji stumbled back out of the room. There is a bit of rustling and by the time Eiji peeked his head back in, Ankh was sitting on his own perch, his leg dangling over the side, the red satin hastily thrown back over its spot.

"Tch, what do you want Eiji," snapped a grouchy Ankh, his face hiding in the cooling satin, trying to hide a faint blush. If he didn't know any better, Ankh could swear he felt the detective chuckle inside of him. Growling, Ankh shoved the detective's subconscious aside. Must Ankh be surrounded by idiots?

"Oh, I was just checking up on you. You seemed to be having a bad dream while you napped on the stool. I didn't know Greeeds could dream, so I wasn't sure what was going on when you charged at me," Eiji said gently as he walked into their room to put his pillow back on his bed and fixing the ruffled sheets. "Ankh, were you laying on my bed?" He asked, as he smoothed out the sheets and blanket. He always made his bed and it would also explain how he got hit in the face with a pillow. Setting the pillow back down in its proper spot the rider turned to the Greeed, who had his arm thrown over his own face, hiding a furiously blush.

"Tch, what are you talking about?! Why would I lay on that low, flat, squishy thing?! Up here is much nicer and better suited for me," Ankh replied, scowling at the bed as if it was the lowest Yummy monster he had ever seen. Eiji sat on the bed, smirking to himself, but deciding to bait the Greeed a bit.

"I don't know Ankh, it is warm here and there is the window so you get a view of the sky from here." He patted the bed invitingly, looking out the window at the beautiful blue sky. Today really was a nice day. "Come on, give it a try, it could be surprisingly nice." Grumbling and hoping to shut the rider up, Ankh jumped down from his perch and sat awkwardly on the very edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest and talon tapping his forearm.

"Nope, still not as good." He shot up and went to walk away but Eiji grabbed his arm and tugged him back down to the bed, forcing the Greeed to be almost in Eiji's lap, wrapping his arms around Ankh to hold him in place. Panic started to rise in Ankh as the nightmare played in his mind again. The detective inside his head tried to calm him, pointing out that Eiji wasn't holding him tight and that Ankh could get away if need be. It was surprisingly soothing.

"Give it a minute; one second in a place is not long enough to get a good feel for it." Eiji whispered, keeping his arm around Ankh and holding him in place. Ankh was shaking with rage and blushing bright enough to match his core metals. He wasn't quite sure who he was mad at, but someone needed this anger directed at them. He let out a long breath and sat there, determined to NOT enjoy the moment.

Silence stretched on and on, but it wasn't an awkward silence, more of a comfortable one between two people who knew each other and didn't feel as if they needed to fill that silence. Eiji held onto Ankh gently, one hand holding Ankh's talon while his other arm was around the Greeed to prevent him from escaping. Letting out a yawn as the sun slanted a bit more, warming them both on the bed, Eiji laid his head on Ankh's shoulder, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy and drowsy, sort of like a cat.

Ankh was pretty sure the poor detective's heart was going to give out at any moment from beating so hard for so long. He felt as if he had just eaten the best ice cream in the world and filled his body with cell medals at the same time all while running the entire length of Japan. What…what was this feeling, these emotions? It was a feeling of trust, that much Ankh knew, and it was also the feeling of caring for someone. This was different from what the detective felt towards his sister though, a different kind of caring. He couldn't put a name to it and the detective's memories weren't helping at all. Again, he could hear the faint chuckle of Shingo laughing on the inside. When Ankh finally got his own body, he would hit that man with all his might. That would teach him to laugh.

"If you ever get tired of sleeping up on that perch, you are always welcome to use my bed," Eiji whispered sleepily, his breath tickling Ankh's neck. The poor Greeed's heart almost failed him right there. With a squeeze of the hand, Eiji let go of Ankh and stood up, stretching to work out a few kinks in his body. "Alright, back to work! I hope you feel better Ankh. If you need something, anything, let me know." He smiled genuinely at the blond man before leaving.

Ankh was aware of several things all at once. First, that he was now cold without the rider's warmth next to him. He actually missed the contact. Second, these strange feelings for Eiji were confusing and made Ankh feel as if he just fought one of the other Greeeds. Third, and this one he wasn't completely certain of, but something in the detective told him it might be true, that Eiji felt the same way.

Standing, the Greeed put his hand on the door to follow Eiji out, to go talk to him, to…something. It was a strange to have so much desire for something. Yes, that was what it was, a desire for Eiji. The desire ran deeper than he expect, almost as deep as the desire to have his full body back, although he thought the desire for his own body was partially the detective's desire as well. I want to know more about this…Ankh thought, looking back at the bed he and Eiji had been sitting in only moments before. Not yet though, he needed to try to understand it within himself first. Sure, the detective tried to tell him that finding it out together with Eiji would be the best approach, but what did HE know? Shingo was just a stupid human after all.

Medals falling and clanking against one another caught his attention, pulling him from his internal debate with the detective. A Yummy? Now? Why couldn't it wait until later? Growling, he threw open the door and grabbed book which held all their Medals. "Hey! Eiiji! We have to go." He stormed downstairs, grabbing Eiji's hand and tugging him along. "I hear a Yummy." Both men were surprised by the sudden heat that burned from their joined hands, but neither let go of the other, choosing to ignore the sudden affection. Eiji squeezed Ankh's hand reassuringly, causing the Greeed to blush. With a not so gentle tug, Ankh pulled him along.

Another's Note: Phew! That was exciting! My first attempt at writing fanfics in probably four or five years, and I'm quite proud of this one. I may add on, I might not, depends how much squealing and giggling I get as I watch OOO's. Enjoy it folks.

Author's Update 6/10/13: I updated the story, making it flow a little better and preparing it for the added chapters. I never dreamed this story would become so much more involved than this. Sure I had sort of planned to write the next chapter, but that was it. I'm happy with it now. Thank you for reading. Please Review!