"It's warm" Anju thought to herself, though spoke it out loud as well. Her cerulean eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised to find herself standing in Kakariko Graveyard. It was a sunny day and there was a warm breeze drifting through the area. Anju smiled and took in a deep breath, but then noticed that, despite the breeze, neither her hair nor her clothes were being rustled in the slightest. Blinking, she turned around to find herself facing Kafei's neck, barely inches fro her face. Gasping, she swallowed hard and looked up at him, blushing slightly.

"Master?" She began weakly, but he stopped her by holding a finger to her lips.

"Call me Kafei." He said gently, moving his other arm around her waist slowly. Anju gasped again, and then looked up into his now bright garnet eyes.

"You're warm." She whispered, finding herself unwittingly moving her hands up to rest on his chest. Kafei just smirked, and then looked at something over Anju's shoulder.

"You remind me of her." He said, gaze still adverted. Blinking slowly, Anju looked over her own shoulder to find that they were standing on a grave. The headstone was obviously very old; it was darkened, worn by rain and wind and rocks over the many years it had been there. The name was not legible, but Anju knew who it was.

"I'm not her." She replied in a whisper, turning back to face him. He, however, continued to stare at the grave as if it was going to say something. After a few moments, however, he sighed and then looked back to Anju, bringing a hand up into her hair.

"Your hair is just as soft as hers." He started in a half-whisper, his hands then trailing down to her eyelids, "And your eyes, both so gentle and, harmless." He smirked slightly as her eyes fluttered shut. Hand shifting again, he then began to caress her cheek with his thumb, "Your skin, it's so smooth, soft, like hers was. And your lips..." He slowly dragged his thumb over her bottom lip... and she blushed, "She used to kiss away all the pain. All the tears I had ever shed because nobody would play with me, nobody liked me; she would kiss it all away..." He moved his hand down her neck, and then began to lean towards her slowly until their foreheads touched, "Anju?"

A hush suddenly came over their serene surroundings; the birds ceased to chirp, the wind ceased to gently howl in the trees. It was as if time had frozen around them, and then it all disappeared. All except for Anju, who was suddenly jerked from her dream by a searing pain on her ankle. With a loud yelp, cerulean eyes flashed down to the source of pain; then to her surroundings. She was in the well again. But how could that be? The last thing she remembered was climbing sorely into bed after sobbing all the way back home the night before. Could it be that...?

An auburn head of hair fell into pale hands, in slight distain. She had apparently taken up sleepwalking. With a slight groan, Anju then considered why her ankle hurt. Well... the only answer she could think of would be that either she had fallen through one of the invisible floors in the well while sleepwalking, or she had been attacked while unwittingly traveling through the well. But there didn't seem to be any monsters lurking about -that is, until Anju looked behind her, only to find a ReDead standing right over her.

With a scream, she scrambled to get up, only to fall right back down with a yelp of pain. Her ankle was worse than she had thought. With a whimper, she turned to look back at impending doom. However, what she turned to see wasn't that of a blood thirsty monster, but a considerate zombie that was holding his hand out to her.

"Come on, I saw you fall, you can't use your foot." Alan started, gesturing for her to grab on to his deteriorating arm. Unfortunately, all Anju could understand was a series of groans, and only moved to back up slightly, her foot dragging. Alan sighed in exasperation, crossing his arms in a huff. "Dammit, you can't understand me, can you? Just wait until I tell Kafei that I tried to help his little girlfriend and all I did was scare her away because of this damned-" he was cut off by a small bit of laughter from Anju, who had found the ReDead's behavior slightly amusing -before she brought a hand over her mouth in realization that she had just found a ReDead funny. Had Alan any eyebrows, one of them would have lifted. Again, he reached an arm out.

"I'm sorry if it falls off." he said, deciding that he didn't care that she couldn't understand him. Hesitantly, with a cringe, Anju took hold of the rotted arm, and made sure to put all of her weight on her other leg, using Alan's help only when she felt off balance; she could feel the dead arm's ligaments ripping every time she did so.

And, slowly, they made their way to Kafei's chambers.

The door fell shut behind Anju, who was now standing on her own... with support of the wall behind her. As she had entered, the ominous ruler of the well glanced up from his usual position on the thrown, dead garnet eyes slightly widening. He had not expected her so soon.

… He hadn't expected to come up with his next move after allowing her to have such an... intimate dream.

Picking himself up, he sat upright and desperately tried to figure out what to do; his eyes nearly darted from side to side of the stone room, making him to appear to be… a cornered animal. Anju looked on, head slightly tilting aside in curiosity.

He looked weak, he knew it, and it caused panic to run though his body. He felt the urge to grab Anju and show her that he was not weak... But he couldn't, that would destroy what he had tried to do in giving her the dream the night before.

W- Why was she so early? Why did she have to be there then...

Kafei's body grew rigid for a few moments, which incited a gasp from the woman standing across the room from him, fear of him visibly filling her senses; cerulean eyes glistening as they widened. At this, almost immediately, his features softened, eyebrows lifting.

… Before her arrival, he had just been lamenting his mother, previously aware of his presence in Anju's dream, intentionally weaving himself in and out of her consciousness. However, he was ignorant to the reason why she had slipped out to reality again, as he had intentionally extracted himself from her senses the moment she had snapped awake with pain.

They looked upon each other, startled breathing competing with the shortened breaths laced with pain. Both minds met in thoughts of the dream again, memories of a stilled breeze on their skin, the softness of each other's touch... and the warmth that had existed between them; Kafei's thoughts of his mother made him tender as he gazed upon Anju. Then, slowly, the usually dark figure rose from his seat, making careful strides toward the woman opposite him. As he reached her, garnet eyes looked down upon her with a new emotion that Anju had never seen him show her before... it was almost as if... but no. Their thoughts faded away as Kafei brought a hand up to gently caress her cheek, a longing passing between them, a desire to continue where the dream had trailed off. Kafei yearned to tread upon feelings he had yet to explore...

And within a few moments, warm lips had been discovered by those long cold in a tender kiss. Anju brought her hands up to Kafei's chest again, only for her fingertips to receive a slight shock to her system - the body in which they landed upon was cold. A soft gasp emitted from Anju's mouth as a realization trickled through her mind. Despite all of the... encounters ... she and Kafei had shared, not once had they shared the intimacy of a kiss. It had always seemed too personal, too... there she was, wanting to use that word again... Kafei, on the other hand, was not dwelling on any of that. His focus remained on the simple, soft, contact between the two of them; and he took Anju's gasp as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, pressing his lips to hers with slightly more force. As a hand ran into deep red hair, cerulean eyes fluttered shut, and Anju found herself returning the kiss. Before another moment could pass, the woman had her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaned up into him. Anju soon welcomed the sensation of a chilled tongue against her lips, gently ushering it past them and greeting it with the warmth of her own.

… It was not long until all of Anju's concerns about sleepwalking, her ankle, and her mother's wrath upon her return home, had fully dissipated. Something interesting had would take place that night. Instead of being a night of pain and violence, or a night of sweet embracing; Anju would be subjected to a lesser version of the "usual", spotted with many and frequent kisses that grew in intensity … and she would enjoy it...

… In fact, she would relish it.