Coffee Philosophy

By Infinitis

Dis: I own NOTHING! You get nothing, You loose!! Buahahahahahha cough cough Sorry that was my Alter-ego
Shinrai

Please excuse my grammar and spelling errors.

PG rating for Dilly's wide language and a scary scene.

I hear that eating or drinking a type of flavor or texture can trigger weird dreams or nightmares……Discuss!

Chapter 5: Caramel Apple Cider Day…gah, I mean Night

It's been what…two weeks since that mind boggling incident. Now that it's been so long, it doesn't bother me much. Dilly is still giddy over his matches as always. But why is it that I always see his most giddy side when no one's around? I guess it's that he hides this side from the guys…Uhg, but why me???

My eyes see something, a faint figure in a meadow. Newly picked dandy-lions tickle my fingers. Something's not right in this place. In my mind, I know the person. I could feel a smile growing on my face, the kind I showed when I was young and knew nothing of death or unhappiness. I urge my legs to run to the boy with fairly long blond hair who had his back facing me. I call out his name again and again and again and again. But once I am in reach, he runs away from me. Once again, I chase after him. Unfortunately, the boy runs faster. Eventually, I'm left alone. The ground starts to decay and the flowers I hold wither. The next thing I know I'm falling. THIS IS A DREAM. WAKE UP!

My eyes shoot open. I hear people can die when they're sleeping… What if… But then, the thrill of the fall, it was as if I was flying. I breathe in and out. I am alive, living. Why? My thoughts go back to the boy in the field.

Allen.

My eyes go to the window.

Someday, I'll see you again.

I'll run fast enough.

All is serene in the room of Dilandau Albeitou. Not until his door is opened slowly yet loudly by the one and only Celena.

"Dilandau…?" I whisper and tip-toe to the front of the bead with caution. I know how he gets when he wakes up improperly. Minutes go by as I wait for the young man.

"Uuhgn…"he opens his blood-red eye closest to me. "What?"

"Move." When I said it, I didn't mean to blush. The boy is shocked at first, but then he smirks at me. He's thinking 'bout something…

"So you finally decided to give your body and soul to me…"

With that kind of sleaziness, I had to do something. Yep, I kicked him in the place most vulnerable to all men. "Baka." He deserves it too.

He then crunched himself in defeat. "Damn, I'm just kidding!" He said to me in a high pitched voice. By that moment, I took the red comforter and made myself nice and comfy. It is a cold winter's night after all. I could feel Dilandau's shivers from my side of the bed. Just as I took heart to probably share the thing, his shaking hand reclaims it and now I'm the one left in the cold. For goodness sakes, why can't Dilandau learn chivalry? Doesn't he know that it's women first!?

Being the selfish girl I am, I instantly try to take it back only to be caught in a battle of Tug o' War. Tention grows between us.

"It's –m-mine!" I said.

"I bought it!" he replies.

"Dilandau, you're so insensitive! Er-"

"You're the one to know…Why do you sleep here anyways?"

"That's the Point!!" I exclaimed. He gives me a confused look. It seems Dilandau doesn't have a clue…

Somebody bangs on the opposite wall. "Would you shut up over there!? I'm trying to get some sleep!!"

"You shut up!" both Dilly and I exclaimed.

Things calmed down a bit after the big 'shut up' dispute.

"So…what do you mean, 'That's the point.'?" He began. We both look at the wall, not want to make eye contact.

"I can't sleep." I sighed.

Dilandau turns his face to me. "What? Why?"

So I told him my dream about my brother.

"Oh," the boy starts to lean back onto the bad. "Ah, you're thinking about him too much." He says in a matter-of-factly. He turns to his side, back facing me. "Think of better things and you'll be fine."

I chuckle. Somehow Dilandau, no matter how self-centered you are, you would always make me feel better. You're so weird. It's like one minute you show off like a jerk, then… I began to lay on my side facing Dilandau. My right hand gives him a portion of the red comforter. …Dilandau, you don't know it but you're nice and understanding deep inside. I would have to consider myself luck to know this side of you. But, as usual, he hogs the comforter for himself.

So grabby, I chuckled. My body leans in closer to him, my head on his shoulder and my right arm encircles his waist.

The night is calm and the silver haired boy's room is once more serene… Like a calm before the storm.

Celena and Dilandau lay sleeping peacefully together. Then, without a quick notice, the boy's eyes began to twitch. Mumbles start to come out of his dry lips. Cold sweat drips from his brow.

"Mmm." He mumbles again. His face looks torn between anger and sorrow. "Mm-Ma-mmMom." His eyes then shoot open, their color albeit drained. "No." He closes his orbs, this time with a face full of anguish. His head turns quickly away. "Ehe," a tear runs from his eye, "no." He moves his head back, body tense and still in cold swaet. STOP! He exclaims in his head.

(CPOV)

I hear something and feel myself beginning to wake up. Just when I opened my eyes, I could feel myself being pulled violently. My cerulean eyes look at the shadow before me. What's going on? I can feel a strong hand holding me down. A fist is in the air, ready to strike. Something falls from the shadow's face, something wet. A tear? I look closely at the boy before me. He's crying!!? His eyes are dull. He's still asleep – a nightmare…

(DPOV)

Dark…all I can see is darkness, chaos. Son-of-a- Chaos Stop it! I hate you! Wench! Stop! I was born in to chaos and I'll forever live in it. If only I would've killed that-

"Dilandau!!??!"

It hit me. My eyes dilate and I can feel the clench of my fist, the tears on my face. Loosen my fist and blink back into reality. What was I doing? Shivers run up and down my spine as I moved myself away from Celena and her horrified eyes…Celena…because of my anger she could've gotten… Flashbacks from my memory reel in my head. Visions of my young mother getting beaten while I could only stand back and watch my mother's- Urah! Damn these dreams! I look into my own hands and clenched them once again in anger, remorse. I fall back on the bed and hit my hand on the mattress, letting all of my frustration out. The tears, they kept on coming, I can't stop them. Man, I look like a WEAKLING!

"Dilandau…" Her voice is so coaxing, calming; a voice to calm the worst of demons. My face feels for her hand. "'You ok?" Her fingers wipe away the tears and the traces they left behind. I look blankly into her healing eyes. "It was just a dream, right?" My own tired eyes close and I rest my forehead on hers. "Just think of other things. That's what you said to me earlier."

Celena…I hope I'll never hurt you.
End o Ch. 5

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