AN: No...I haven't forgotten about updating, I've been just so freakin' busy. You know what they say...'It's it's not one thing, it's another.' And in my case, another and another after that...
The bad thing is that I have some time during the school day to write these drabbles (I have four in my notebook currently that I wanna post) it's just afterschool I have no time to write them up on the computer and post them. Sad, huh? But I guess it's okay, I mean, I'm on now, aren't I?
As always...thanks for reading, everyone.I luv you aaaaaaalllllll!
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Kimishima tossed and turned in his bed, crying out in horror at the images flashing through his head.
…So much blood and pain…his voice screaming in agony…
Kimishima sat up with a gasp, his skin frigid and clammy and glistening with a sheen of cold sweat. He struggled for breath, and when he recovered it, he threw a blanket over his shoulder and walked out of his bedroom, his feet taking him to the empty kitchen.
It was always the same dream. The same dark, formless entity that would throw him aside and kill his Kazuma in front of his wide eyes.
Kimishima had suffered through the recurring dream for the past nine days. And for the past nine days, he'd only slept a few hours of fearful, trembling sleep before he awakened, his body cold and shaking. The loss of sleep was beginning to take a toll on him.
He was weak and pale and there were dark circles beneath his eyes. He was physically exhausted and…he hated having Kazuma out of his sight.
He knew it was just a dream…but seeing his closest companion dismembered so vividly and gruesomely in front of him every night had made him paranoid.
Kimishima leaned over the kitchen sink, feeling sick. When the wave of nausea passed, he looked out the window over the sink, to see his jeep parked just outdoors.
Biting his lip in indecision, Kimishima sighed, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep again that night without seeing Kazuma…and knowing he was safe.
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