LYRICS IN THIS CHAPTER REMOVED DUE TO COPYRIGHT ISSUES (color me confused too.)

*Falls off her chair* Ahaha, I liked the comments I got not too long ago. I really liked the Poet's Raven's comment, mostly because it made me laugh quite some bit. And thank you OmniaVanitas for taking the time to review my story.

And to answer your question, yes, all chapters up to date have been posted today. =3 I've been bored all day, as is shown. And I'm also glad you enjoyed the Mythology in chapter three, I always enjoy writing that thing.

Oh, and we haven't seen the last of the ebil parents yet... so don't celebrate just yet! =)

Roxas: Whaaaaaat? But-but-but-but... you evil woman!

It's said as EBIL! Get it right, emo boy!

Paper Moon

Chapter Six

Dreams

Sora

He looked really scared. They had shown his parents on the tv right before he shut his eyes, and when he opened them after I took his hands off his ears, there was nothing but fear in them.

But right now he was faring a little better. He fell asleep on the couch, having fallen onto his left side as he did. And I, having been sitting to his left, now had the side of his face pressed up against my right thigh. But I don't want to disturb him, so I'm letting him stay there. I move some stray golden strands of hair from his forehead subconsiously as I use my left hand to draw.

May walks in with a small tray of snacks, placing them on the coffee table and raising an eyebrow.

"He fell asleep and fell onto his side." I explain to her. "And I don't wanna wake him up." I make sure to speak quietly to not wake him. She nods in understanding, bows a slightly shallow bow, and walks out of the room. I take a cookie and nibble on it, looking at my drawing.

It is a very simple one, however. It's of Roxas for some reason, and he's depicted exactly as I see him right now; sleeping. I guess his face looked so peaceful that I wanted to draw it.

Not that I mind, really.

I close the drawing book, placing it gently on the coffee table beside the tray of snacks, silently laughing to myself when I finally realize that his book is open on his chest, pen still loosely clutched into his hand.

I take it from his chest and close it gently, looking on the cover and passing my hand over it. My right hand continues to draw small little circles on his forehead.

Slightly curious I open it to the first page. Technically he told me I could read it, but I still feel bad about snooping. I quickly close it, not having even read the first word. I put it onto the coffee table, my eyes wandering back to him sleeping soundly beside me, a snore escaping his lips every once in a while. I move a strand of hair that had managed to get onto his forehead, fingers lingering on the skin of his forehead.

I'm lying to myself. I admit softly to myself only as I continue to pass my fingers gently on his forehead. I'm afraid that he'll leave for some reason, of his own accord or out of force. And I think... I don't want him as just a friend...

Roxas

The sunlight in the morning hits my eyes hard, making me open my eyes quickly and blink. Groaning slightly, I bury my head in whatever it's on deeper, putting a hand on my eyes to try and sleep. The dream... it was so nice, I don't want it to end.

I hear a small chuckle not far from my ear, followed by a yawn. I open my eyes and look up.

Sora smiles down.

"You kinda fell over onto my lap when you fell asleep." He explains, voice thick with sleep. "I didn't want to wake you up just yet, and I ended up falling asleep as well."

I laugh a little at that as I sit up again, neck a little stiff as I try to massage it out.

"May left to go on an errand for the Head Butler, and your bandage needs to be changed and the wound dressed. Do you want me to do it?" He asks, cracking his fingers as he stifles another yawn. I shrug.

"I don't mind." I mumble, clearing my throat to rid my voice of the sleep. He nods and gets up, headed to the bathroom adjoining his room for the medical kit. It gives me time to stretch out my arms over my head and wake up my legs.

"Okay, just remove your shirt so I can tend to it." He opens up the kit, and while turning around and sitting with my back to him, I lift my shirt up over my head, shivering at the breeze. He starts to unwrap the bandage.

"Most of your wounds are practically nonexistant." He tells me. I look over my shoulder at him to see his smile. "You'll only have one scar on your shoulder, and one at the small of your back, which is this one I'm tending to."

I nod and turn my head back around as he passes a wet cloth over the small of my back, causing it to burn from the rubbing alcohol. I bite back my hiss, mostly because I know it makes him feel bad whenever he hears me hiss from the pain. But I enjoy having his fingers brush against my skin so delicately like that.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks me as he starts wrapping the bandage around my waist, arms reaching to my stomach, momentarily wrapping around my waist as he does so. Whenever he retracts his arms, the air feels cold where they were a moment before.

"I guess. I was comfortable, so you can say that I did." I tell him. He tightens the last of the bandage and secures it in place.

"I'm glad that you did." We fall into an awkward silence.

Third person

Someone needs to lock them up into a room together. The onlooker makes a face of disgust, turning down the hallway. Seriously, they are so dense.

Sora

"You have the biggest library I've ever seen." He whistles as I close the door behind us, hearing it click into place. I laugh a little to myself.

"My other house has a bigger one, but that's because it's father's research house. He spends all his time there." I shrug as I pull one out from a shelf. "May wants me to try to keep up with my studies, which is pointless, really, since I don't really need to study."

"When do you go back to school?" He asks as I flop down onto a chair, turning open the not-so-historical book and reading it.

"Umm... around the second week of September." I sigh. "I don't like going there. You might think that going to a private snob school would be fun, but to tell you the truth, I stay too quiet so people pick on me, which doesn't help the fact that I'm very good in school. I don't really have any friends at school."

"That's not very nice of them. You're quite fun to be around." He says matter-of-factly, looking to - the only other reason I come here - the grand piano in the corner.

"Thanks." I smile at him, and, already bored, I set the book down. "You wanna try playing it?" I ask, following his stare.

"Ah? No, no, it's fine." He says quickly. "I'm just wondering what it sounds like."

"I'll show you." I grab his hand and pull him over to it, enjoying the feel of his hand. Too soon I have to let it go, and I sit onto the bench to the right, motioning for him to sit to my left. He does so.

"What type of song is it?" He asks gently, looking to the keys.

"I'll teach it to you. It's a lullaby." I smile at him, gently placing my fingers on the keys before I start the beginning of the song, a gentle sound filling the Library.

"Does it come with lyrics?" He asks, watching me play. I nod, pointing my nose to the music sheet on the edge right above the keys. He reads it a moment.

He starts saying them softly to himself.

"It's in Latin, so maybe the syllables are a little hard." I tell him. He shakes his head.

"They're easy enough. Can I?" I nod, and taking a deep breath, he adds them to the melody.

I look at him as he sings, a small type of awe filling me. His voice rising and falling perfectly in what is usually a female-sung song, he gives me a small smile.

I end the melody soon after, and smile at him.

"Wanna try another?" I ask. He nods, eyes bright and happy. I put the sheet down, exposing the one right behind it. "It's a lullaby, and this one is in Japanese. Think you can take it?" He nods, reading them already. After about a minute or so, he nods.

I start the song in its forever rising and falling notes, smiling to myself as he watches my fingers play the notes. After about half a minute of my playing - he's managed to figure out the musical notes a little - he starts the lyrics on the right spot.

He smiles at me, playing one tentative note just for kicks, sending me apologetic looks when I miss my note because of him. I just laugh.

"You're good." I tell him with a smile, cracking my fingers a little. He smiles back at me.

"You're pretty good youself." He looks down at his hands on his lap. "Thanks."

"That's what friends are for." I say with a smile, but that word tastes like poison in my mouth. My thoughts are so confused about him... I don't want him as a 'friend.'

He opens his mouth, as if he wants to say something, but he closes it again and smile instead.

"Wanna play another?" He asks. Nodding I show him the third sheet, and we begin on that one.

**(^W^)**

It's well into nighttime when we finish with the piano, smiling and laughing because we're goofing off so much. He makes a funny face and I laugh as I close the top over the keys.

"This was fun." He tells me, humming the last one we did, Shattered, to himself. "You have nice song selections."

"I can show you my other ones in my room." I tell him as I put away the book I'd left on the table. But I can tell you this right away, the voice he has while singing... I thoroughly enjoyed it, having it rise and fall in my ear.

"Alright." We head to the door, and I put my hand on the handle, pulling.

It doesn't open.

"Uh oh." I pull again, grunting from the effort.

"Uh oh what?" He asks, looking around my shoulder.

"The doors stuck."

Ahaha, who can guess the person who wanted to lock them into a room together? And who Locked them into the Library together?

More soon, maybe tonight if I can type that fast.