Division 6

Last division! Then it's over! ^-^

Sonic entered the quiet house with the ease of a draft slipping under the doorway and walked the short distance to Cream's room. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted, and some nighttime creature on four legs disturbed the leaf-abundant branches of an old oak tree.

Sonic sat upon the low bed and balanced Cream on one side of him, so he was free to move his arm on the other. With this action done, he began to move the dolls to the foot of the bed, turned back the covers, and gently deposited Cream within them. He didn't notice in the darkness that Cream was holding onto his fur, and only when he tried to rise and heard himself give a pained yip did he truly realize it.

Smiling to himself (though it had smarted), Sonic gently pried her fingers loose from his fur. As the moonlight played across the bed, Sonic noted that some pale strands of silky soft peach fur were still tightly clamped in her fist. Tears of joy and love came to his eyes, and he bent over her, hugging her sleeping body towards him, feeling her breathe calmly. He didn't quite understand what she made him feel, or why he had gone to such drastic measures to please her, but he knew that he felt protective of her. That he would care for her until the end of time, until he could no longer rise and walk around.

Until the day he died.

Sonic stopped thinking about that, because he realized that tears were coming and sobs were shaking his chest. No one, especially him, liked to think about death. He let her go and sat up on the bed, his green eyes slicing through the darkness like a knife through soft butter. As he moved to get up, Cream twisted in sleep. "Mmmph, Sonic," she murmured sleepily, almost losing her grip on Emerl doll. Sonic let his full weight rest on the bed again, and she calmed almost instantly.

Not very tired all of a sudden, Sonic slipped her his hand. She cuddled it serenely, cooing against his palm. Sonic felt a warmth rising in his chest at her innocent beauty, and bent down to kiss her. "My dear, sweet rabbit," he whispered, "I'm quite famished. You need to let me up, or I'll pass out beside you."

Cream seemed to like that idea. She tugged at his wrist harder. Sonic was starting to get quite the headache. His high metabolism demanded that he eat, and he was starting to feel hints of hunger.

But…could all that wait? Could he seriously put all of that off and lay beside her? He knew he could not hurt her, even if he tried very hard to, but…there was always doubt. He freed his hand from her grasp, only to have her whine in half-asleep protest, reaching out for him again. One eye sleepily opened. "Sonic…?"

Sonic fetched the Emerl doll, which had fallen to the floor in the struggle, and produced it. "I'll be back," he whispered. "I promise."

Cream, happy with that, it seemed, lay back down and sighed. She was still mostly asleep. Sonic left her, then, and went to fix himself a snack.

The house was quiet. Sonic moved stealthily through the kitchen like a mouse, opening cabinets, brushing against noisy pots and pans, and breezing through the refrigerator, all without making any more sound than a swift clank, chink, thud, or otherwise singsong little noise one might only recognize as a note in a techno song.

Thus Sonic moved, until he had gathered for himself a warm snack. Hot ham and cheese. Ironically, the same treat he had turned down all that sweet long time ago. He ate it thoughtfully, slowly, relishing the taste on his tongue. It had made him feel ill before, but now the taste was glorious in its simplicity. The moon was shining brightly, the curtains on the window stirring with the draft. The hum of the appliances was enough to make one wonder if an object of Halloween tomfoolery might pop out of a crevice, tap against the window, form out of water vapor in the air, or open one of the cabinets.

Sonic did not think of this, though, as he ate. It would take a while before all the morphine was fully out of his system, so he would be quite laid back…but when had that lazy attitude of his ever not been obvious? He had seen that life returned to his eyes as soon as meat touched his stomach, and his fur's color was magically restored. Perhaps that aspect was due to Cream's marvelous care of his fur, however. At any rate. Sonic didn't think the others would be able to tell he'd been doing hard drugs.

He felt at his chest, where Eggman had injured him, but the bruise had become a faint blackish-blue mark invisible beneath the thickness of his fur. Tender it was, yes. More than it had been in quite a long time. However, this wasn't too much of a problem. Now that he had proper fuel again, he could become more conscientious of the fight (true, for he had no idea how the injury had appeared. He didn't even remember Eggman's robot had claws!), and therefore watch his back better, keeping the hurt of the battle away from his sensitive areas.

Sonic realized he'd finished the ham sandwich. Gloves now off, they having been removed at some point Sonic didn't fully recollect (he thought Cream had removed them before dinner, in an attempt to start a game of keep-away, or the like, which was fairly accurate), he licked his peach-furred fingertips and smacked his lips, patting his tummy. He felt much better now, his headache and the chills causing his body to tremble fully erased.

He was finally ready to crawl in beside Cream, and crash for the night. All said and done, Sonic was really, truly, tired.

He navigated his way back through the dark house, much the way he had come minutes before, to Cream's bedroom.

Stealthy like a black cat, he climbed in beside her. She jumped, sleepily startled awake. "Sonic?!"

"Shh," Sonic cautioned, chuckling in his throat. "No, I'm Mickey Mouse." And he presently imitated the character's laugh.

Cream thrust her hand over his lips, and marveled how they tickled at her palm before he was forced to stop. His green eyes shone in the darkness. "Darn, too bad." She teased, giggling. "Because now, I can't do this." With her Emerl doll still clasped firmly in one hand (this one seemed to be the oldest, or at the very least, the most played with), she snuggled close against his radiator heat-akin chest and laid her ears over his heart. "Ahh, that's nice." She mused sleepily. "Not too slow and not too fast."

Sonic rolled his eyes at his own mind immaturely thinking that was suggestive and hugged her to his chest one more, chin resting calmly over her head.

Somewhere far off, a nightingale began to sing her pleasant song, and the beat was the same as the two siblings' collective breathing.