A/N: Beans, beans, the magical fruit. The more you shall eat, the more you shall—holy Goddamn cows, this one was easy and quick and... Dante's Inferno made me mad. XD;; So like, my mind has been screwed up by thinking of how much I don't want to go to hell, which is ironic.

Sommy! No, no, no, I'm not writing a lemon, you write a lemon, I dun't want to write a lemon! D: You know as well as I do that would mean me having to read. XD Reading is the quickest way you learn, especially with lemons and whatnot. And I'm so not looking forward to any of that, so let that idea of yours die. You want to read something that's close to a lemon? Go back to Chemically Refined, you Nazi. XD

… Anyway, all of that stuff aside, lets give you guys this next theme, eh? My dad's beating Star Ocean in the background, I'm feeling high on life, my stomach and my arms hurt from that Wii fit, lets bring it! :D

Anyway, You Me At Six's "Always Attract" is used here. Eh, it just randomly came up on my iPod. XD

If it hurts this much, then it must be love. And it's a lottery, I can't wait to draw your name. Oh I'm trying to get to you, but time isn't on my side. If the truth is the worse I could do, then I guess that I have lied.

XI.) Sleep Deprivation

She didn't get it, not one bit. Everyday she would jump at the chance to go to bed—only to wake up unusually early in the morning. She didn't like this new way of living and decided to put an end to it. If she worked late—she shouldn't have been happy to wake up really early. For days she had tried to find the answer to such an impossible question.

Why couldn't she sleep? What exactly was wrong with her?

She wanted to find the cure. Surely she wasn't doing this to herself. Being tired equaled going to sleep right?

Well, Mireya wasn't one for complex math equations, but she feared that would have been the only way to unlock the key to her apparent mystery. At this point, she didn't know what to call it. Was it insomnia? No, she could sleep, so that wasn't the problem. She had thought about it for days and days until days accumulated into weeks and weeks soon turned to months. She even went as far as to think about her sudden 'illness' during work—the one time she needed to concentrate all of her energy to do her job right.

She was sick of this now. Her inability to make good choices and do things were decimated by her sleeping schedule. Or lack thereof.

She swore that she hated doctors, but in this case, she would have done anything to be able to wake up fully energized. She would go to sleep around midnight and wake up around dawn. And again she waited and waited for an answer, only to be pointed in the direction in which she came. They didn't know what was wrong with her either. Tired and panda-eyed, Mireya sat on the edge of her bed, thinking to herself before collapsing on top of it.

She gazed at the ceiling after a long day of work. She couldn't believe she was going to sleep and so a slight smile covered her face. "Ah, sleep..." she sung, clutching her blankets. Slowly she made her way into the bed—only to spring back up on her feet and inspect her bed. At this point, she would take anything into consideration. Maybe something was wrong with her bed?

Nonsense.

She shook her head in disbelief and hopped back into her blankets. She made sure she was comfortable before seizing her movements all together. Suddenly, something started to make her whole body feel warm. Something was moving in her stomach—which would have creeped the common female out—but Mireya embraced it. She felt happy now. She felt euphoric. Nothing would have taken her joy away from her. Butterflies persisted on wrecking havoc inside of her belly and she started to lose her grip on reality.

Time is nonexistent in this new world she drifts into; in this world, she is no longer alone. Her heart beat speeds up as her eyes flutter and then come to a stop. She reaches her hand out and hopes that someone else takes it... She hopes that someone else takes her hand before she ends up falling again.

The reason why she was so happy to go to sleep...

The reason that she woke up in the morning so early, despite being tired...

The answer was because he was there to catch her when she fell—the crimson SOLDIER. And every time she slept—regardless of if he caught her or not in her dreams—she knew that she would see him the next day, smirking at her. Touching her. Saving her from the dangers of life. And in knowing this, she couldn't wait to go to sleep until that subsequent day arrived.

She already knew the answer to her problem but ignored it completely.

She was willing to drift through time and space—waking up at early times of the day if it meant seeing him again. He would save her from the empty space, the void.

Her answer was Genesis, and she accepted it a long time ago with a smile stuck on her face as she cycled through the stages of sleep.