Kyoya shook and shuddered, sweat shining in his hair and on his face. He kicked and thrashed, twisting his body in every which way in a futile attempt to escape the dark, ominous figure looming over him. Kyoya screamed as the figure consumed him, a sharp pain coursing through his body as blood spilled from every conceivable part of him.
The boy woke with a start, eyes wide and brimming with tears. He looked up to find Tamaki on all fours above him, hands clasped tightly on his shoulders. Kyoya looked around, slightly confused as he reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. Had he been crying?
"Kyoya! Ky. Oh. Ya!" Tamaki yelled, pushing down on Kyoya's shoulders with each syllable of his name.
Finally realizing where he was, Kyoya attempted to sit up, finding it much easier to move that the previous day. The boy became aware of Tamaki's penetrating gaze as he reached for his glasses resting on the windowsill.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Kyoya looked casually at Tamaki.
"Is something the matter?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Tamaki could hardly believe his ears. Did Kyoya not realize what a fit he had just thrown? Could he not feel the sweat that stuck that beautiful raven hair to his forehead? And his eyes! Could the boy sitting so casually in front of him not remember the tears he had only so recently wiped from his only newly calmed eyes?
No, Tamaki thought. He knows. I know he does.
He was hiding it. And he was doing a damn good job of it too.
Tamaki's eyes remained locked on the boy's serine face. He wasn't falling for Kyoya's little act.
"You know what's wrong…" Tamaki muttered, lowering his eyes.
Kyoya cocked his head slightly, giving Tamaki the same blank stare.
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Don't give me that!" Tamaki snapped, glaring dangerously at Kyoya. "You and I both know you understand, so quit playing dumb," he said, shaking slightly as he fought to control the level of his voice.
Kyoya sighed. He knew he couldn't lie to his friend, his closest companion. Tamaki had always been able to see through his charade.
"It was just a nightmare, Tamaki, nothing to get so worked up over," Kyoya said evenly, looking out the window. There was a full moon that night, and God was it lovely.
"A…a nightmare?" Tamaki questioned. It was his turn to be confused.
"Yes, Tamaki, a nightmare. Haven't you ever had one?"
Tamaki nodded slightly. Of course he'd had nightmares before. Who hasn't? But none of Tamaki's nightmares had left him crying out in his sleep or thrashing out at invisible fiends and villains in the night.
Kyoya looked at his friend closely, staring intently at Tamaki's clear blue eyes, watching as they clouded over with thought. Whatever Tamaki was thinking of was leaving him positively baffled.
"Well…" Tamaki began. "What was it about?"
Kyoya's body stiffened as he came to a sudden realization. He couldn't remember.
The Shadow King had never been one to dream often, and even when he did he could always recall them quite clearly. His inability to recall this particular dream, one that had apparently left him in tears, struck Kyoya as almost terrifying.
Chuckling slightly, Kyoya turned his head back towards Tamaki.
"Ya know…I really don't remember," he said with a smile. "It must not have been too important…"
Tamaki watched as his friend left his thoughts unfinished. With a heavy sigh, Tamaki dropped the subject. He was tired, and continuing to pressure his friend to talk would get him nowhere.
Shuffling his body under the silk sheets, Tamaki turned towards the raven haired boy, still deep in thought.
"Well, when you remember, let me know," he said, letting out a yawn before rolling over. With his back facing Kyoya, Tamaki's eyes narrowed in frustration before drifting off in yet another peaceful sleep.
Kyoya watched Tamaki's shoulders rise and fall gently before settling back under the sheets himself.
Hours seemed to pass and Kyoya still couldn't sleep. It seemed almost improbable that the boy would get any more sleep that night. Kyoya sighed as he accepted the inevitable. Sitting up slowly, the boy leaned back against the soft, silk pillows, looking over at the boy sleeping quietly beside him. He really was beautiful.
Kyoya sighed contently, reveling in the silence that engulfed him. It wasn't long before his mind began to wander back to the dream he had so recently woken up from. The boy's brow furrowed as he racked his brain, trying desperately to remember the dream.
Damn it, he thought angrily. Why can't I remember? Surely one should remember such a terrible dream?
Carefully setting his glasses on the windowsill next to him, Kyoya pressed his fingers against his closed eyes. He could feel a headache coming on.
Settling back in bed, the boy's sparkling charcoal eyes looked towards the moon. He smiled softly to himself as he listened to his sleeping companion's rythmatic breathing.
Kyoya closed his eyes, arms folded behind his head and a small smile on his face. Soon he found himself falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
To be continued.
