Welcome to an exceedingly random piece of crap written between 1:30 and 2 in the morning on what would technically be a Monday where the author has been sleep-deprived for a week. I am well aware that it sucks and everything is exceedingly OOC. Enjoy.
Oh, and one more thing. Please, please, please don't ask me what the dream was. The reason I took this story down in the first place was because everybody who reviewed only did it to ask what the dream was. I don't know, I didn't make one up. Use your imagination, there are only a few things that could get these reactions out of these people.
Yuki's hands paused in their movement across his laptop keyboard. He could've sworn he heard something… unpleasant… but he couldn't be sure. After all, it was late, and he hadn't slept lately...It could just be...
Then came the ear-piercing scream of terror.
Definitely heard that one.
Yuki got up and ran out of the room, leaving off in the middle of a word, but he didn't care. He ran straight for the bedroom, the only thing in his mind being Shuichi. And there he was, in the middle of the bed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around himself. "Shu-" He was crying, whimpering-whining was a better word, much like a wounded animal would do. Yuki quickly walked over and took his young lover in his arms. "It's alright Shuichi, dreams can't touch you now, they can't hurt you. You're with me now."
"Yuki" Shuichi's voice was quiet, filled with terror. He latched onto Yuki and screamed, though the chest of his novelist love muffled it. He never knew a dream could scare him so. Several hours of hair stroking, shushing, and comfort later, Shuichi was entirely calm again. Though, when Yuki asked him what he had dreamed about, he shook his head. He definitely did not want it in his head. Yuki held him until he fell asleep again, and was holding him when he awoke.
It was nearly two weeks later when he finally told Yuki what he had dreamed about that night.
It made even Yuki shudder and hold tightly to Shuichi.