AUTHOR'S NOTE

One of the meaningless one-shots by me : DD I actually was planning to write a little bit longer story but then I decided that would wait because my english is still kinda crappy.
It's XigDem (Surprise!!), because I'm so addicted to this pairing and right now I really don't have mood to write anything else. The story reminds one of my other fic "The blanket", and this pretty much was meant to be connected with it, and I was thinking that maybe I'll do little more strange drabbles following the same subject and yeah, by the way thank you so much you people who reviewed my other fics, I'm flattered :''D


When Xigbar woke up that night, he decided right away that he wouldn't even bother trying to sleep anymore. The sheets felt uncomfortable against wet skin.

"It was just a dream." He muttered himself as he gave hasty glances all over the room, like it would fade away anytime from his sight.

For a moment he parked his gaze upon a snoozing boy beside him. A little wave of relief dove all over his body. Small smile was written on Xigbar's face, that kind of smile which brings somewhat yearning feeling. Almost like it was taking force all over inside him.

It became one huge stain with the relief. Yearning, that is.

When the anxiety was about to join the party, Xigbar as though wrenched himself from the bed.

The floor was tepid against his soles.

He didn't actually have any kind of idea what time it was, but the hallways were in absolute silence, so focused on repeating the sound coming from the couple of bare soles, wandering towards the kitchen. Filled with the silence as well, and when Xigbar sat down one of the chairs near the table, there wasn't even the echo copying his steps anymore. Absently he stood up again and decided to make some tea.

"I can't even remember the last time I actually drunk tea..."

In front of the basin he suddenly stopped. The arms reached to rest on the corner of the sink as he closed his eye, letting his head bend down. For a moment he did nothing but breathed slowly, opened his only eye. His gaze was welcomed by the colorless washbasin an the gross looking scraps all over it.

"What the hell is this? C'mon, It was only a dream! The same old dream... And he is still always there, sleeping right next to you."

And just when Xigbar was about to getting a grip from his mind, reach towards the kettle and boil some water, his eye adhered a small figure from the corner of his sight. It lumbered right behind Xigbar, covering both of them between the warm blanket. The figure had to stood on tiptoes, so it could bury the man with the sheets from his shoulders and all the way to his feet.

The warm scent that flew from the covers filled their lungs, it was like an ocean, mixed up with something sweet and languid.

"Is it morning already?" Xigbar could feel how Demyx's lips created the words, made the skin tremble.

"Guess not, sorry if I woke you." What could it be, the thing that made that dream feel like an anchor inside his stomach?

"It's okay..." Demyx whispered, holding gently the man's face, turning them closer.

"You were having those dreams again, were you?" The worry and understanding filled boy's eyes, they were colored with so many feelings, with the ocean, with all the emotions he shouldn't even be able to possess.

Something heavy that smashed itself all over again somewhere inside Xigbar was comparable with those two oceans he once again sinked.

He just couldn't say a single word.

"What a wimp I am..."

When the red color started to growing on his cheekbones, the face was turned away swiftly.

"Xigbar, it's nothing to be ashamed of! Everyone has a nightmare once in a while..."

That was when he realised to stop talking. Xigbar was seemingly mortified.

Of course Demyx hoped that Xigbar would let him know, let him comfort.

But Demyx also knew better than anyone how this man fostered his pride. Only a few weeks ago he had woke up by Xigbar bounding hastily from the bed, his breath was so shaky and the man's single golden eye was hazy from the fear. Xigbar had captured him tightly around his arms.

He had cried so much that night.

Demyx's nil little heart was about to split.

"What kind of dreams they are?" What is it that paints his entire mien with fear?

"You don't have to tell."