Unseen's next chapter still isn't cooperating, so here's more Decade fluff! Something I forgot to say in Tsukasa's chapter is that these four nights aren't all in a row, just random, but they do all take place after Movie Wars 2010.

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"Tsukasa...!"

What had been a yell in her dream was a choked whisper when she snapped back into reality. Natsumi swallowed the sob that tried to follow it, sat up, and wiped away the tears that had already dampened part of her pillow. Hugging her knees, she stared down at her blanket-covered feet, though it was already a blurry sight. She wiped her eyes on the blanket over her knees before resting her forehead there. More tears came. She gave up getting rid of them.

When her dreams of the Rider War had made her cry before she even knew what a Rider was, she hadn't understood. Now, dreaming again and again of what she'd had to do to end that war, she ached for the days when the dream was just an oddity and the worst part of her day was dealing with the backlash from Tsukasa's failed photographs.

Her body shuddered with another sob, but the tears were slowing. She sighed, wiping away the last of them and pushing her blankets down. She needed water, both to drink and to wash her face. The tear trails were already drying into stiff salt lines on her skin, and she rubbed at one as she passed the boys' room. Then she paused, pressed her ear to the door. Soft snoring. Slowly, carefully, she slid the door open a crack, just wide enough to see in. The snoring was coming from Daiki, lying on his back with his right hand under his pillow and his left on top of the blankets. It was about as peaceful as she'd ever seen him, and she wondered if he always slept like that or if it had something to do with being in the studio. Yuusuke, she knew, was comfortable at home. He slept on his side, both hands holding his blankets close to his chin.

On Daiki's other side, Tsukasa's futon was empty. ... That wasn't right. It was nearly 11. Tsukasa usually went to bed after she did, but not this late. So where was he? The images from her nightmare were still fresh, but she shook her head. Tsukasa was fine, had been fine for over a month, ever since they'd brought him back.

But what if he wasn't?

Not even pausing to close the door, Natsumi turned and dashed back past her room and down the stairs. Once out into the hall of the studio, she first glanced toward the front door before dismissing the possibility and turning instead to open the door to the main studio and living room.

And there he was, lounging on the couch as he so often was. He turned to her, a single blink the only sign of surprised before he spoke. "Natsumikan, looking for a snack? Sweets after bedtime cause pimples, you know."

She didn't even register the teasing, too swept up in her flood of relief at seeing him. "Tsukasa... you're here."

His head tilted, eyes narrowing at her as if she'd just sprouted a third eye. "Where else would I be?"

"I thought you..." She stopped, suddenly self-conscious. The panic of seconds before seemed childish now, and she shook her head, mustered a smile. "Nevermind. Why are you still up? Can't you sleep?"

"Haven't gone upstairs yet." Turning his gaze to the window, he beckoned her toward him. "Seems like this world's having a meteor shower tonight. Come look."

"A meteor shower?" So they'd actually come to a world in time to see something pleasant. That was a change. She walked to his side, tried to lean down to get a good view of the sky, failed in that and instead sat on the couch next to his legs. The studio had landed near the edge of a town, far enough from any light pollution that their view of the sky was amazing, with streaks of silver streaming across the cloud-spotted blackness, sometimes two or three at a time. "Wow..."

As she shuffled around, trying to find a position that was both comfortable and optimal for viewing, Tsukasa sighed. "Stop squirming." He reached out and pulled her down to lie with him. The end result was both of them stretched on the couch, their legs curled on one end while his torso sheltered hers, fitting her head on his shoulder. His left arm supported them on the arm of the couch, his right slung loose over her shoulder. "How's that?"

Of course he asked her that after he'd pulled her down without permission. Still, she could see clearly out the window, and there was something about being able to feel Tsukasa's chest moving as he breathed, hear his heartbeat, that was comforting. "It's fine," was all she said.

They watched the stars fall in silence only broken by the occasional murmur of appreciation. Natsumi wondered if their friends in the other worlds could see this same meteor shower, the same time they were watching it. It never seemed like the sky was different, wherever they were. Maybe that was another thing that connected all the worlds, just like the bridges made by their travels or the hearts of heroes like the Riders or the Sentai warriors. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

She became aware of how tired she was gradually, her eyes slipping shut for several seconds at a time. After the fifth time of forcing them open again, she shifted a bit to look up and found Tsukasa looking down at her in turn. He smiled, the little mocking twist in his lips belied by the warmth she saw in his eyes before he looked away. "Sleep, Natsumikan. I'm not going anywhere."

So she did.

And when she woke up, he was still there, asleep right next to her.