A Past, A Memory, A Dream- 59XReader

"Be safe [Name], and stay close so mommy can keep an eye on you!" a woman instructs her 7- year old daughter.

"Okay!"

Both of their [h/c] tresses and sparkling [e/c] iris turn away from each other as they move separately in the party. The girl with a high pigtail on either side of her round head dodges back and forth on the polish tile flooring as she moves swiftly through the crowd of elite adults; the small bell attach to the side of her small purse jingles; some of her toys were stash in the small black bag. Making her way deep into the rich mansion, her ears perk up at the sound of a musical noise playing. The soothing keys stop the curious youth and she head towards it. Her flowing black dress with a white ribbon tied at her waist is knee length and doesn't cover the scratch that forms when she slips on the slippery floor.

"*sniffle* Mommy…" she whimpers as her head turns side to side for assistance but the hallways are empty. With the loud vibrations from the unbolted gap three doors to her left still playing, she pushes her fallen form upward. Peaking through the opening, her searching eyes finds a medium white room, mostly empty. In the middle of the deserted room is a shiny black piano; the producer of the wonderful melody is a small boy, no more than 8- years old, with platinum hair. He wears a small black suit and sits in front of the instrument, unaware that the young girl sneaks into the room. As the boy finishes his piece, a satisfied sigh leaves his lips and he shockingly jumps after he turns around. [Name] is sitting on the white ground and she is setting up her toys.

"W-what are you doing?" the boy loudly questions and the girl gives him a giggle.

"I'm setting out coloring books and crayons so we can color together! I finally found a friend to play with!" She assembles the 64 coloring materials side by side in rainbow order. With his brows knitted, eyes adverted, lips jutted out, and arms cross he plops down across from her. When the girl's hand grabs a utensil and starts shading in a simple picture, the silver headed boy lowers his guard down and follows her example, only…

*SNAP!*

…he accidentally snaps the crayon into 2.

"Don't worry, you can buy me new crayons later," she responds when he gives her a concern expression. The only movement in the room is the 2 little kids coloring and…

*SNAP!*

…the snapping of one each time he uses a new color. After some time, the artistic girl speaks.

"My name is [Name]. And you?"

*SNAP!*

"…Hayato."

[OOOOOOO]

"[Name]… [Name]... [Name]!"

Watery [e/c] orbs flicker open into her boyfriend's sea green eyes above. His large hands grab onto her wrists that were shields her flush face.

"Are you okay? You seem to be having a nightmare."

She sits up on the bed beside him, not caring that her nude body is expose when the black and white covers fall off. She uses the back of her pale hands to wipe the sweat on her forehead and tries to inhale calmly. Then, she makes an angry scold, like realization had hit her, and gives him a heavy punch to his arm.

"Ow! What was that for woman?"

"You owe me crayons!"

ooooooo

I actually dreamed this. Well, not really but I got this idea when I had this dream that my little brother took my crayons.

HA, if only when you get older problems were that simple :P