'Dreaming the impossible; cause there will be a miracle'

- A story of acceptance, trust, hope and love

Narrative POV

Twelve midnight. He tossed and turned in his sleep, unable to catch a wink at all. Past all the mood swings and tantrums, it was time for him to think of his future. No longer able to be a musician, he had no other alternatives. Except that. He shuddered as he shook his head violently, 'I'll never inherit the company from my father!' He mumbled to himself in determination. But, what else could he do?

Moonlight penetrated into his room, and the gentle light seemed to have a calming effect on him. He sighed as he flipped to his side, peering at the full moon through the translucent curtains. It reminded him of a lot, especially his past. But he didn't hate it; he just let the memories flood his brain luring him to sleep.

Then it occurred to him, he brought all this to himself; the car incident, his injured limb, the scar in his heart. All he had ever wanted was just a little care and concern for who he truly was. But he was betrayed once again and again, and the scar would remain.

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She clutched at the blanket, reluctant to return to sleep, afraid of the impending nightmares. She whimpered slightly as she stared forlornly into the darkness. Since when had she started hating the dark? When she was young, her birth parents had left her on a beach at night. She had waited and waited, blindly believing that they would come back, but they didn't. They were gone forever. She hated the dark ever since then. Now her fate was so painful and sarcastic, she was blind, and the doctors said that there was no cure.

She didn't like the sense of helplessness surrounding her, she wanted to see the rich colours of the world, to do so many things, but in an instant, it was all gone. There was no tears, no sadness, just a sense of helplessness that caused her to feel so insecure. If she was pessimistic, she could have said that there was no hope anymore.

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He grunted as he trudged wearily to the therapy room, getting ready for his first session of muscle therapy. The doctor had urged him to try, since they believe it would help with his temper as well. He was just plainly curious, and he could just beat the hell up of the therapist if he didn't like it. He slumped into the waiting chairs line up before the room, waiting for his turn as he sipped at his cup of warm coffee. He saw the girl from the yesterday making her way towards him with the aid of a nurse, turning around the corner.

She didn't look blind, or at least she didn't act like one. No groping of the walls, no blind man stick, and no uncertainty at all. She walked with confidence, and in straight, long strides. No one could have imagined she was blind if not for her dull, dead eyes that betrayed the fact. She made her way slowly towards him and sat down on the neighboring seat. The nurse left promptly and she stared ahead, sighing.

She was reluctant to come for the therapy, it wasn't going to help with her blindness anyway, but the doctors had insisted for her to come, saying that it would be good for her soul. So here she was, acting confident and all, but in truth she was trembling in fright. She didn't like the darkness, but all she could see now was a sea of black, like she would never get out of it, ever. A chilling coldness spread through her body causing her to shiver slightly.

He noticed and did what he thought was totally absurd. He reached over and emptied his half cup of coffee onto her, drenching her completely. 'Oops, I'm so sorry.' He smirked as she gasped and glared at the direction his voice was coming from. 'Oh shit, what am I doing? First I insulted her and now I'm empting my coffee on her?! She's going to hate me!' But he was still smirking as he watched her attempt to wipe coffee of her face.

'What are you doing?!' Annoyance took over her shock.

'My hands slipped.' He was still smirking.

'Excuse me but how am I going to face the therapist like this?!' She let out a sigh of exasperation and stood up.

'Where are you going?' Curiosity took over him.

'To my room to change?!' And if she could roll her eyes she would. She was stating the obvious.

'Okay, okay, I'll help. Don't want to have a lost kitten walking around right?' He said as he help steadied her to her feet and led her to her room. She protested slightly but soon stop when she realize that he wasn't listening at all and followed him.

A pair of watchful eyes followed them till they were out of sight and the owner of that pair of eyes smiled. It belonged to no other than the therapist they were suppose to see; it was their turn and he had came out of the office to welcome them only to see them walking away. It looked as though the path of healing had already started. It was only time before a miracle would happen. Yes, a miracle. It was his job to aid the patients to heal and make miracles, but in truth miracles rarely occur. This pair was special, he thought as a smile crept onto his face. Doctor Raymond was going to help them make a miracle this time.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara!

Here's another chapter up. How's that? I've suddenly got the motivation for Ikuto to do something unexpected :) Please review!

'It doesn't take much to love, but love can go a long way'