A/N: This a prequel oneshot to The Messes We Leave Behind, set about two months after the Vizards' departure from soul society. It can definitely be seen as a prequel, or read alone. Just wanted everyone to have a little touch of a couple that wasn't so final in Buds and Bows. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and I make no profit from this.
It had been a rough two months for everyone, but Lisa appeared to be having the hardest time at the moment. While Mashiro had gotten over her nightmares within the first month, while Lisa had slept in her bed with her, but now Lisa was back in her own room.
The absence of someone warm and breathing beside her made her toss and turn, and have the worst nightmares she'd ever had. She dreamt that her inner hollow was killing her, that Lisa herself was killing Shunsui, killing Rose. The nightmares felt so real, she would wake up and rub her hand across her cheek because she could still almost feel the blood spatter on her cheek.
At two AM on a Saturday morning, Lisa woke up in a cold sweat, shaking and trying to force down the screams. Had she really screamed?
Her lock popped, a new technique she had taught everyone in the house to get into a room in an emergency. Except for Mashiro, because God knew she never gave anyone any privacy and the locks were the only thing keeping her from walking in on anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Rose walked in, shirtless and sleepy-eyed. "You alright in here? Mashiro could hear you screaming from her room." Mashiro's room was clear on the other side of the warehouse, Lisa knew. Damn.
"Fine." Lisa sat up, not bothering to pull the blankets up around her nearly bare chest. A sports bra was the only thing covering her chest, and it wasn't the newest one either, but Rose had never tried to come onto her, so she couldn't have cared less.
"Really?" Rose sat at the foot of her bed. "Want to know what you were screaming?"
Lisa suddenly felt very naked in only her sports bra and panties. Embarrassed, she pulled her blankets up around her. "What was it?" She asked, trying to keep her tone even.
"Rose!" Rose mimicked. "Don't die! Please!" He gave her an easy, knowing grin. "Want to talk about it?"
The dream was flooding back to Lisa now. Her zanpakuto driven through Rose's stomach, him drawing his final breaths as her hollow mask disappeared. "Get out of my room." She huffed, raking her eyes over his abs up to his shoulders just so she could safely assure herself it was a dream.
"Yeah." Rose stood and breezed out, grinning all the while.
Lisa waited until the door had been shut a long time before she whispered, "I'm glad you're ok."
A/N: I might do a prequel oneshot for each couple if there's enough demand. So, what did you think?