INTERMISSION


Moriko watches Reve closely, humming thoughtfully over diner. None of them have spoken about what happened at the host club today and she's not sure what any of them would even say if they did. But something happened when Kato went after Reve and she doesn't know what. Just that when they came up, Kato seemed more serious than usual, as if she had just realized something that she can't understand, and Reve seemed oddly peaceful - even though she was still very clearly upset over whatever Kyoya did to set her off in the first place.

Diner is silent. Reve is eating the odd bite or two, but her mind seems to be somewhere else. The glow of her eyes as they glaze over say that that's exactly the case. In a Dreamweaver's case, the idea of a wandering mind is taken much more literally. Who knows where Reve is now - talking to her brother in France? Having some sort of fantasy? Does Reve even have fantasies?

Oh I have fantasies.

Moriko jumps at the answer, not expecting the other girl to have been too caught up in what she was doing (thinking?) to have heard the thought. Reve merely raises a brow, almost taunting her. With a chuckle, Reve stands and retires to her room with a cup of tea in hand. Moriko watches her leave in wonder, blinking in surprise at the unusual behavior. She can't even remember the last time she's heard Reve chuckled.

Kato enters the kitchen, eyes downcast with furrowed brows, just as Reve leaves and there's a moment when they stand beside each other in the doorway that sometimes passed between them that Moriko can't place. Reve's cheeks flush as Kato offers an awkward smile and just like that, Reve is gone as well as the moment.

"Okay," Moriko demands, "What in the world happened between you two today? Reve is giddy. She's never giddy."

Kato sits down at the table with a sigh, running her fingers through her hair. Moriko narrows her eyes slightly, noting the way that Kato's nails seem even more pronounced than usual, her canines looking sharp enough to cut glass, and her eyes gleam dangerously under the light of the kitchen. Her hair looks wilder, more untamed as if her emotions are trapping her in a half-transformation.

"Sister, you know I would tell you if I knew."

"If you knew," Moriko raises a brow.

Kato shrugs, "Reve was distressed when I went after her, we talked, we hugged and…"

She pauses, brows furrowing again as she tries to find the word. She doesn't even know what word it is that she's looking for. Is there a word to describe what happened? They hugged and something passed between them, an energy, an emotion, she doesn't know how to describe. It vibrated from Reve, as if something clicked in her that made her feel such a strong emotion that she couldn't contain it to herself, it came off of her in waves. It made Kato's stomach turn, something felt off to her in that moment, like there is something more going on then she knew.

"...and," Moriko pressed, encouraging her to talk.

"And nothing," Kato frowns, "I don't know why Reve is giddy about it."

At least that part was the truth.


Reve's eyes gloss over and in the sanctuary of her bedroom, she lets herself shed the human form as a violet mist fills the air. She almost curses Moriko for disturbing her thoughts previously, but wastes no time in losing herself again.

She can feel warmth in her core as she lets her mind drift to the events of the day.

Kato's hand is rough, rugged, and calloused on her shoulder, but it tells of a strength that could lift her up as if she weighs nothing at all. She turns and their faces are so close that she can feel Kato's breath against her cheek. The hand moves from her shoulder, slowly tracing its way up. She can feel sharp nails lightly dig into the skin of her face and their lips meet.

It would have been so easy for that moment to have become their first kiss, the first of what she hoped would be many.