a/n: Just thinking about what our favorite little charas dream about. This is part of my oneshot anniversary celebration! I've spent four years on fanfiction, whoo!
dedication: To the wide world of imagination.
disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara.
summary: Because even Charas dream.
sandman
Ran opens her eyes to a bright blue sky. The sun is high in the sky, but the weather is that edge of cool and warm – the perfect summer day. The grasses ripple in the light breeze and Ran pirouettes in the meadow. It's calm and quiet and she is all alone.
She stays there, spinning in the long stalks. There's no sound, no music, but Ran dances to her own tune.
She never remembers the dream when she wakes up, but the peaceful serenity follows her throughout the day.
Miki breathes in deep. It smells like paint and coffee and a thousand types of deodorant with the underlying subtle hint of rotten food. It's a cloudy day and it threatens to rain but no one in the bustling intersection seems to care. It is a city full of life and Miki watches and paints it all. It's noisy and loud but Miki's comforted by it.
She's at the center of the storm, the paintbrush flying across the surface as she paints the moving city. She doesn't feel the paintbrush in her hands – it's moving at the speed of her thoughts. The picture is alive – Miki's putting finishing touches to a little girl that walks off the page.
Miki remembers only fragments – the curve of a blue-green umbrella, the sharp red of a handbag, the gray-black-white of the sky – but it's enough. Miki paints her dreams in snapshots.
Su hears the whistling chirps of the birds above her and smile. It is warm all around her and she feels perfectly safe. Birds whistling, trees rustling – she feels the thin blades of glass all around her. There's a warm, chocolatey smell in the air and she tastes sharp berries on her tongue.
It is heaven all around her – tiny pastries that melt in her mouth and delicious scones that burn her tongue. Su sits in the warmth and eats them piece by piece.
She wakes up to the taste of treacle tart and gets down to work. The treacle tarts aren't going to make themselves, after all.
Dia feels the mounting pressure, the weight of gravity against her skin. She smiles and opens her eyes to an infinite darkness in front of her. All around her, stars twinkle, slowly but surely caught in its grasp. The darkness is absolute – nothing can escape it.
But Dia is. She's floating there, in the vast nothingness of the universe and staring into a black hole. And winning. The pressure is nothing to her – she is the sun, the stars and darkness is nothing beside her. Dia laughs in exhilaration and the sound echoes all around her.
Dia remembers every second of her dreams – every second of complete and utter exhilaration.
Yoru tastes the sweet cold milk and purrs in joy. It doesn't even matter that he's in a dark alley with overflowing cans. He can't smell the garbage and he curls in on himself, still lapping at the milky goodness.
The saucer's chipped and cracked, but Yoru doesn't mind. It shows that it's worn and loved – it shows that Yoru's loved. The door opens and Yoru looks up, instinctively lunging at the black-haired boy that walks through. The boy scratches him behind the ears, smiles, and pours him some more milk.
Yoru yawns while waking up, and paws at Ikuto's face. He wants milk – his mouth goes dry just thinking about the rich, creamy milk that he was drinking just seconds ago...
Ikuto comes back with a saucer of milk to find Yoru absorbed in another dream and smiles.
fin
a/n: I thought it would be cool that for each of these charas, one of the five senses is the first thing they notice, and one of them is absent in their dreams. If you liked it and want me to do the other charas, do tell.