First Dream


"Dune-kun, what did you dream about last night?"

Shizuka leaned her broom handle against the wall of her kitchen and looked at him. She smiled at the sight of the younger-looking Dune sitting at her table with an uneaten plate of cookies in front of him. He gave her a questioning look. "I don't remember. Why do you ask?"

"Well," Shizuka started, taking a cookie and nibbling on it, "it's said that the first dream you have of a new year will come true." She pointed at her calendar. "Since today is January first, it would have been last night's dream that will come true." She bit into her cookie once more, glancing at him worriedly. "It would have been nice to know what you're dreaming of, so I could help it come true."

"Sorry," Dune said, looking once more around her kitchen. It was a small room, but clean, and with all the necessities a human's kitchen would need. He was a little worried about the wooden rack of knives, jutting out into the open where a distracted class president could accidentally puncture holes into her pale skin, but he quickly brushed the apprehension aside. She'd been living here all her life, so certainly she could avoid a large amount of long, sharp silverware used to impale fruit and the like.

He hoped.

"Dune-kun, are you all right? You look kind of pale…"

The demon looked back at his hostess, who leaned forward, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead and then her own to compare temperatures.

"W-wa-what?"

Unsatisfied with her results, she settled her hand on the back of his neck and pressed their foreheads together. Her eyes widened. "Now you're all red and hot! I didn't know demons got sick!"

Flustered, he avoided her eyes.

"I'm not sick," he said. "I just… remembered my dream."

"Really?" She beamed, removing her flesh from his and getting a chair to sit in. The class president gave him her full attention. "What was it, Dune-kun?!"

Chips of bright ivory danced when their owner's demon companion kneeled beside her desk. The large, empty classroom seemed much smaller when the beast was that much larger. "Hey, class president," he said, his voice an uncharacteristic murmur. Her fingers immediately melded into his when his hands found the ones on her lap.

"Yes?" she replied, her cheeks a brilliant shade of rose that made him smile.

"This is my dream. What are you doing in it?"

She laughed softly, leaning in so that her nose merely brushed his. "I should ask you the same thing, Dune-kun. Usually I dream about Gakuen Heaven, but you're almost never incorporated into my thoughts."

"You're saying you don't dream about me?" He faked an indignant look to which she giggled at in return.

"I think about you too much to let you invade my sleep, Dune-kun." She closed the distance betw--

"Dune-kun?"

He looked up, blinking, and realized with a blush that his fingers were on his lips. She eyed them curiously. "What did you dream about?"

Dune glanced at her hands, folded neatly in her lap, and kept his own curled on the table.

"When it happens, I promise to tell you, okay?"


You're my daydream
You know that I've been thinking about you lately
And every time I look at you, I can't explain,
I feel insane, and I can't get away
You're my daydream

Lyrics: Daydream, by Avril Lavigne.
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