Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of its characters. I just borrowed them to satisfy such man-eating plot bunnies that resulted to the fic. Hanako and Kuroyanagi-san are the only characters that I made up. Well, here is the new installment to the series! Enjoy!

While You Were Sleeping Chapter 6

(The Only When I Sleep sequel)

By elana-chan

Silver eyes followed the figure of the man that resembled him so as the latter exited the Ko Kaku Rou. He had stayed and watched the interaction between the man, Kuroyanagi, and Oriya. Observing them from his disguise, he saw the desire and attraction Kuroyanagi held for the beautiful swordsman. HIS beautiful swordsman.

Muraki stared at the brooding Oriya from his perch on top of a nearby house. He watched as the brothel owner settled down his favorite spot in the garden to meditate. Even from a distance, the silver-haired doctor could see the play of emotions on the brown-haired swordsman's face. Knowing Oriya, Muraki knew that the brothel owner would be thinking about his situation with the violin maestro.

Before transforming back to his disguise, Muraki let out an enigmatic smile as he continued to watch Oriya in his meditation. Though confident that the brunette still has feelings for him, he can never be too sure. Precautions must be taken to insure victory.

"He would never get you, my dear Oriya. You would never be his. Never…"

Oriya knew he was dreaming again. He knew he was in THAT dream again. He examined the crimson sky that reminded him of the blood that once stained Kazutaka's pristine white suit. The soothing lap of waves on his body was a warm welcome to his weary senses. It was the same dream. No sound still. Oriya waited with calm anticipation. He was going to meet HIM again.

Despite the desire to meet the man in his dreams and feel that mystifying rush of emotions again, the Kyoto swordsman was confused. It had only been a few days when he had this dream. This would be the second time in a week. That never happened before. The dream always follows a pattern in appearance. So why now? Why again? Does this mean something? Did Tetsuya-san's visit trigger something inside me to have this dream in such a short time? Does that mean that Tetsuya-kun might be the man in his dreams?

Oriya was not given any more time to dwell in these thoughts when that distinct smell of blood, musk and ash assaulted his senses. HE is coming.

As predicted, hands started to caress and glide over his naked body. Adoration, side by side with desire all, conveyed in a sensual dance of hands over skin. A shiver racked his body from the touch of those callused yet tender hands. Oriya let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure as desire coursed through his senses. Just from a few touches, Oriya felt bliss.

Then the most amazing thing happened. The usual force that orders his eyes to close was absent. He seemed to have full control of ALL his senses in this dream! He now had the chance to see who is this mystery man haunting his dreams. His auditory senses are also working. Oriya could now hear his labored breathing matching the rhythm of the mystery man.

The Ko Kaku Rou owner silently thanked the gods who had heard his constant prayer to finally see the features of the man who invades his dreams. Shivering in excitement and desire as well, Oriya turned his head to finally take a look at the face of the man of his dreams.

A gasp laden with shock, fear and a bit of loneliness seeping in it sprung forth from the Kyoto swordsman's lips as he let himself drown again into those oh-so-familiar silver pools. Oriya had frozen from his position, disbelief cruising through his system at the thought that HE is the one invading his dreams.

Those lips descended on him like they had done in every dream he had. But instead of heading towards his neck, those firm lips claimed his own ones instead. The same blissful feeling coursed through Oriya's body, euphoric that it left his mind numb from the pleasure that such a meeting of lips could induce.

The kiss was but a brief meeting of lips. Still, the sensation it left was breathtaking. It also left Oriya drained, like half of his life was sucked out of him. The familiar tug of reality on his senses confirmed his thoughts that the dream was nearing its end.

He let himself be pulled out of this dream that he had sought once. What once was beautiful and cherished was now ugly and unwanted. As the dream faded away to give way to the reality, Oriya allowed himself to let a single tear of sorrow to escape his tightly-closed lids.

"Kazutaka…"

Oriya uttered, brown eyes opening and finding himself still shrouded with darkness save for the light of a quarter-moon from an open window. The dream left him drained. He would have stood up to get his pipe for a smoke or make some tea to calm himself but the dream had sapped all of his energy, leaving him physically, mentally and emotionally weak. Now, he could only lie on his back and stare outside his window, musing over his dream.

He brought a hand up towards his cheek, feeling the damp track that a tear had left as it made its journey down his face. He stared at his damp fingers for a while before staring outside to watch the dark sky, trying to see if the heavens could give him the peace that his troubled self now sought.

Oriya knew that going back to sleep seemed futile now that the dream he had been anticipating had turned into a nightmare. Emotions assaulted his being, emotions that he had buried together with the memories of the man who had invaded the sanctuary of his dreams. Misery, longing, betrayal and bittersweet love composed the whirlwind of emotions that was battering his control. Oriya tried to hold on to his control but with only a little strength left, he knew he already lost this battle.

A rustle outside snapped him out of his internal struggle for a while. The albino bat had returned and now stood guard outside his window. Those eerie silver eyes looked at him, as though those orbs could pierce through his soul and knew what he was thinking. Silver eyes that reminded him so much of those silver pools…

"Why..."

A crack in his voice. A tear…

"Kazutaka…why…"

"Oriya-san, are you certain that you are feeling well? Hanako-san is clearly worried about you when you told her that you are showing me around Kyoto today."

At those words, Oriya had the mentally applaud the man for his effort in retaining his calm in front of the restaurant's motherly-yet-strict cook. The morning after he had that dream-turned-nightmare, the maestro had visited Oriya once again. Tetsuya had politely asked if Oriya could tour him around Kyoto. The brunette had been surprised by this, knowing that the maestro was a known recluse. Tetsuya chuckled at this and said that he tours every city he goes to. It's just that people don't really know what he looks like so he can pass off as another tourist touring the city. He further convinced Oriya to accompany him by giving the excuse that the Kyoto swordsman knew the city like the back of his hand and he could show the maestro places that tourists had not ventured into yet. He had also mentioned that having Oriya's company would surely make the tour more enjoyable and the scenery more beautiful with such a beautiful person showing him the sights.

Oriya, being a polite host to the man who had expressed feelings of attraction to him on their first meeting, can not help but agree to the other man's request. Being asked and flattered in such an earnest manner, it's difficult to resist and say no. It's a nice change to the false flattery that he usually gets from some lusty patrons of the brothel. So despite being weak after having the dream-turned-nightmare, Oriya consented to Tetsuya's request and talked to Hanako about his plans for the day had been changed and that he was to tour Tetsuya around Kyoto.

Tetsuya's reaction to Hanako's scolding was priceless. The old cook lectured the violin maestro that he was to take care of Oriya and not to tire him easily. Then Hanako turned to him and commanded that he take care of himself, not to over-exert himself and all that. Oriya had been used to the old cook's habit of acting like a mother hen but Tetsuya was not. Still, the maestro had held his ground, promising Hanako that he will take good care of Oriya and that no harm will befall on the brunette. Oriya had been a bit touched and annoyed at all of this. They had treated him like he was an invalid, which he was not.

Though Kazutaka hadn't treated you like that ne? Nothing like Tetsuya's earnest compliments or his concern for your well-being. It was always you like that with Kazutaka. So how does it feel to be in the receiving end for once?

His inner voice was right. Kazutaka was never like Tetsuya, even when they were young. It had been Oriya who was doing all the giving part, giving Kazutaka the understanding, comfort, shelter and all that. But the silver-haired doctor never returned any of what he had given. Only a questionable friendship. Or was Oriya the only one who thought that they had shared some semblance of friendship in the first place.

"Oriya-san, daijoubu desu ka?"

The addressed snapped out of his depressing thoughts on a silver-haired doctor and focused his attention on the man who had the physical resemblance of said doctor and yet so different from him.

You're here with Tetsuya now. Kazutaka is no more. Take this chance to start all over again. With the man that resembles the one who has left you.

Oriya mentally nodded, agreeing with the voice of his conscience and deciding the he would heed to its suggestion. He gave a concerned Tetsuya a reassuring smile before answering.

"Daijoubu da yo, Tetsuya-san. I apologize for spacing out like that. I am sorry if I had been a poor host to you, Tetsuya-san."

"No need for such words, Oriya-san. I didn't ask you to be a proper host. I asked to see the magnificent view Kyoto has to offer with someone I could share cherished memories from my visit here. Since we're giving our feelings a try, why not start as friends, ne Oriya-san?"

Oriya looked at the emotions on the other man's face, trying to find something from the earnest offer of friendship the other had offered. Finding nothing, he gave the other a small, yet honest smile and nodded.

"Hai. Friends."

A short period of comfortable silence descended between them before Tetsuya broke it when he asked where their next destination is. Oriya then decided to take the violin maestro to the famous wooden bridge in Kyoto, attracting both locals and tourists with the breathtaking view of the splash of color that is the mountainside.

Arriving there just in time to see the sun set and add its own array of colors with the autumn colors of the mountainside, Oriya led Tetsuya to an unoccupied space on thee bridge and leaned forward on the railings, directing the other to do so. They both watched with silent awe at such breathtaking scenery. Despite seeing it so many times, Oriya never failed to be moved by the beauty nature presented to them.

Turning to his companion, Oriya saw the child-like wonder clearly etched on the handsome features of the violin maestro. Not for the first time, Oriya could not help but compare the other man to the silver-haired doctor. He couldn't even remember if he had seen such an expression on Kazutaka's handsome face.

Iie. Must not think of him. You're with Tetsuya. Tetsuya. Not Kazutaka.

Taking his gaze away from the awed blond, Oriya turned his attention to the scenery once again. But an itching sensation that he was being watched nagged at the back of his mind. Following the direction where his senses tugged at him, he turned his head and immediately regretted his action.

There, amidst the throng of locals and tourists that passed by the bridge, stood the person who had haunted his waking and sleeping moments. The person he had unconsciously given his heart to, only for it to be returned to him tattered and torn. The friend whom he had given his loyalty and devotion to but betrayed in the end. The man who had said that he would leave him forever and never come back. But now, he's here.

Kazutaka…

The rush of so many emotions was too much for Oriya. All those emotions that he had bottled up inside him since the night of Kazutaka's departure broke out of their mental prison at the sight of the man who had caused them in the first place. Loneliness, betrayal, fear, fatigue, depression and a number of unnamable emotions wreaked havoc in his already-fragile state. He did not notice that his pallor had became pale, his whole body shaking and his knees gave way, making him fall on his knees. He neither heard the concerned voice of Tetsuya nor the murmurs of concerned civilians once they knew who he was. He was unaware of the world outside him. His only focus was the silver-haired man standing there in a distance, his customary white suit stark in the crowd's myriad of colors.

Darkness began creeping at the edge of his vision. The sudden rush of emotions and the exhaustion he had from his dream and from the day's events were too much for his already-weak system. Before finally giving in to his body's need for rest, Oriya tried to look and see the expression on the silver-haired doctor.

All he remembered before surrendering to the darkness were the concern in those silver-eyes and how clear and honest they were on the normally-impassive doctor.

To be continued…

Author's notes:

Elana-chan: Wah! Muraki is such a meanie! How dare he do that to Ori-chan! Wah! Poor Ori-chan! Don't worry, Ori-chan! I'll save you from these perverts! Come to elana-chan!

Kazutaka and Tetsuya: (glares menacingly at author as they stalked with a murderous intent towards the author) you…

Oriya: (glares at author) I can save myself. (takes out newly-polished katana)

Elana-chan; Eep! Save me, Ori-chan! (hides behind the swordsman)

Oriya: (whips out pipe) Che. So troublesome.

Hanako: (from kitchen) What did I say about smoking!

Oriya: (looks longingly at pipe before hiding it) … (sighs and leaves to meditate, leaving the author to the clutches of evil Muraki and evil Tetsuya)

Sorry about that. Just had to add that part. Hehe Anyways…

Wai! Gomen nasai! I'm so sorry it took me a long time to update this story. I'm such a bum! Hehe So sorry for the grammar errors, typos and all that stuff. My beta's monitor just had the fireworks so she can't beta this chapter. I tried to find my other beta but she said that she's too busy with papers and can't be bothered before summer classes end. argh! Speaking of summer classes, they are one of the reasons that I was late in updating, besides me being a bum hehe. My professor in stylistics just had to be the terror prof so I just had to give 200 and more in that class. Argh! And I hate stylistics! Another thing was that I'm working on this fic, another multi-chapter fic in the GW fandom, a sequel for a one-shot in the WK fandom and a debut fic in the Naruto fandom which I'm thinking of entering into the contest there. Argh! So many things to do! It's the plot bunnies' fault! DIE PLOT BUNNIES! (whips out Iruka's upgraded Dolphin Hammer™ and bashes the plot bunnies to outer space) So that's why this fic took a long time to be updated. Gomen nasai minna-san!

Anyways, about the story, I have to ask you people to vote on this:

(Q): Do you want Tetsuya to be killed off by Kazutaka because he's trying to take away Oriya from him?

So people, what do you think? Should Kazutaka kill Tetsuya? I was getting fond of the guy. Besides, Muraki needs some healthy competition. And he has to suffer first after all he did ro Ori-chan! SUFFER, MURAKI! Hehe (sweatdrop) Anyways, I'm having second thoughts on killing Tetsuya… so I now ask the views, ideas, rants and whatnot of you lovely people pertaining on this matter. The making of chapter 6 depends on the speed and content of your reviews people. So don't hesitate to click the review button below. Hope to hear from you people soon!

Thanks to everyone who reviews the last chapter! Cookies of every flavor and blueberry cheesecake for all of you! Tea or coffee will be given upon request. Thanks all you lovely people!

Mel-chan-of-doom - Sure! Have all the blueberry cheesecake you want! if you want tea or coffee to go with it, I'll b happy to serve a cup. Thanks for the review!

Hana - Here's what you've been waiting for! Muraki (the bastard!) appeared in almost every scene in this chapter. hehe He even ruined Tetsuya and Oriya's date!

Rocker-Baby-176 - Thanks for the compliment. I'm not really a good writer, you know. Just recieved a flame the other day. What a sad life. Anyways, I thought my dedication of this fic for the late Pope is a bit weird but it's the emotion that I got from hearing the news that prompted me to write the last chapter. Weird inspiration, ne? Hehe Well, this is the update you have been clamoring for. Hope it meets your expectation! Thanks for the very nice review! Take cookies or a slice of blueberry cake for your input! Thanks