"I've dreamt this so many times, and said this so many times, I can recite it in my sleep." He gave an odd giggle. "literally. But I'm tired of telling you, Athr'n."

The look on his face was that of someone holding himself together by the barest thread. "It only sounds stupid." his voice rose slightly, then steadied. "I have a better way." He moved even closer, until I could feel his breath.

"What?" I heard my voice rasp, without my command.

"This." He smiled, and for a moment I was dreadfully aware of the drug-haze in his eyes, of the fact he thought he was dreaming-- then he pressed his lips to mine, and my brain quit working. Kira, my best friend, was kissing me. He pulled away before I had time to respond, for which I was thankfull. I truly didn't know what my response should be. I was mesmerized by those purple eyes, eyes that were slowly clearing. Glittering in the bottom of those eyes were two things. The first, I had seen before. I'd been told I was beautiful; lust was a common reaction. In those eyes, though, mixed with something else that I couldn't put a name to, it meant something completely different. I wasn't sure what. I just knew that it struck resonances, deep in my—soul, if that was the word. Where my heart would be if it were physical. The feeling it called from me was complex, lust and affection and something else mixing up like a jumble of colors.

I had a name to put to it. I just didn't dare. I couldn't tell if this was real, or just a figmant born of Kira's unexpected kiss. I didn't dare be wrong in my guess. I knew how easy it was to fall—for someone you thought was in lo—liked you. But could this feeling be an illusion, or was it merely something I'd hidden from myself? Had it formed on it's own, or had Kira created it? Natural, or created? That rang a bell with something i'd been thinking earlier, but I couldn't remember what.

I looked up again, into Kira's impossible amathyst eyes. I looked hard, and I thought I knew what to do. Kira was speaking again.

"Now you're going to smack me, and leave. I know how this dream goes." his voice, i noticed, was still hoarse. Hardly suprising, considering how loud he'd been screaming. I pushed the thought away. Now was now the time, not with Kira almost cowereing, as though waiting for a blow to fall. I reached out gently to touch his cheek. He flinched, then looked at me, noncomprehension in his eyes.

"Not this time." I said. "This time, it isn't a dream." It was my turn to kiss him then, lightly, gently, ever so sweetly. His eyes fell half-shut, so only a slit of purple iris showed. I pulled away, breathing hard from even the fiant contact, and realized he was sitting half in my lap. I cradled him to me as his head drooped to my shoulder. He was clearly falling asleep.

I brushed my lips over his forehead before laying him back on the bed. "Sleep, love." I wispered, and rose smoothly to my feet. He looked like an angel in the candelight. With that as my final thought, I blew out the candle and fled to the kitchen.

AN: Go review, then come back and read this. If you have time for author's notes, you have time to review. Ok, back? There is more of this. There is threatening to be a LOT more, actually, if I can't get the rouge plot back under control.

Random facts-- I've only recently admitted to myself to being a yaoi fan, and this was actually written while I was still in denial. My muse was smirking and making little checkmarks on a piece of paper, and my list of 'things I promised never to write, really' is missing. This is actually a re-write of that story, and this one is MUCH better.

Now, you can let the story end here for you. That won't bother me (much). Or, you can wait and see where it goes from here. I wouldn't mind knowing myself, and you can figure it out with me. Either way, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I love reviews. You really ought to review. Really.