Lookie here! It's the grand return of O Yumemiru! And with it, the revelation of chapter 3. I'm sure that if you have enjoyed the past two chapters that you will also enjoy this instalment, also! But I do have a warning: I've made this chapter extremely bordering-on-shounen-ai-like. I obviously really like that kind of stuff, and if I get any other great ideas for more continuations of O Yumemiru, they will probably become more and more shounen-ai the longer the story goes on...

Special thanks to OtakuLady who gave me the perfect inspiration-idea to keep this little set of story-drabbles alive! Deep thanks to you! (bows)

I've decided that O Yumemiru will continue to be focused on dreams and sleep - a particular area that I am very interested in. If you have a good Koukou idea that falls into this category that you would like to see me write, just review! Or PM me, 'cause you know I love those, too. Anyway, on with the chapter, ne!?

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, there would be a lot more homosexual twincest parts.

Kouji's point of view

Chapter 3: Goodnight, Angel

Sitting on the couch of my mother's apartment, I leant my cheek into a hand while watching the rain outside, wondering why I was so unlucky as to have the day that I had planned to have Kouichi all to myself suddenly be blow away by the wind. Not even the eagerness of the weekend ahead could brighten the dreary tone of the day, and the entire mood seemed sour from the weather. So when mother suggested to have a movie night inside in hopes to save our plans, I didn't object.

Unbeknown to me was the obsession of horror movies when it came to my mother, who suddenly produced a film as if she had been lying in wait. The flick was old, and had an odd title that I don't remember the name of, with a plot somewhere along the lines of Frankenstein; the one where the evil scientist creates some horrible monster that goes on a killing rampage or something. The ending was not particularly good, leaving us hanging on the edge, saturated in the fear that seemed as tangible as the rain outside.

Not really a big surprise to me, it turned out that my twin was prone to having some bad scares from movies, and he was visibly shaken. He didn't seem to be mentally capable of looking at the movie in a more rational way (like me) in order to keep his nerves. I tried over and over to tell him that everything on the screen was just what the director wanted you to see and be scared by. It was all just a series of clever and creative ideas to make people scream, and man did Kouichi look like he was going to scream.

Kouichi still asked me if he could sleep with me, despite all my attempts to quell his fears. Of course I said yes, because I knew I couldn't ever let my brother lay in a bed two feet away from me and ignore his shivers. Besides, it wasn't uncommon for us to share beds every now and again, even at the age of thirteen. Sometimes it was just nice to cuddle up to a warm, loving body and just be able to trust that there would always be comfort there.

Our parents didn't object, and I wonder if that's because they feel guilty about everything. Why else would they allow us to act so... close to each other? It's kind of hard to ignore when your twin sons were holding hands, but it isn't like we did that too often.

"Kouji... what are you thinking about?" Kouichi asked me from the darkness of his (practically our) room, making me return to the present. I slowly focused on my brother's face situated not even 5 inches in front of mine, feeling that my twin's hands were around my back.

My arms circled around him before I answered, "Oh, just us. Do you think mom thinks we're... strange?"

He gave a tiny, amused smile, nuzzling his head under my chin so that his soft-short hair tickled my neck. "Nah. I think she loves us with all her heart. Why?" he looked back up at me in that cutely questioning way of his and my lips twitched at their sides slightly.

"Didn't you notice those weird looks she gave us during the movie when we sat close?" 'Sat close' as in, kind-of-almost cuddling. I mean, I wasn't just going to let Kouichi fall out of his seat from leaning forward in suspense. I had just kind of hugged him from behind and then stayed like that. He didn't object, but I noticed that mother was watching us when we did it.

"No." Kouichi shivered and I could tell that he'd been reminded of the movie once more. I frowned, slightly guilty, when he continued, "I didn't notice anything. Just whatever was on the screen." He shrugged in half-apology, and I responded by giving him a squeeze around his torso, putting my lips against his forehead in a make-shift kiss.

"Don't worry about all that, okay? Besides, maybe mother was just making a weird face because of the movie, and just happened to glance our way."

"Yeah. I'm okay, Kouji." He gave a supposed-to-be reassuring grin my way to which I kissed his forehead once more. There was a comfortable, sleepy silence between us, before a yawn broke from my bindings and made my slightly-elder brother giggle tiredly. I smiled a little, tucking us both under the covers a little better, Kouichi instantly snuggling up to me a little more, creating a comforting warmth between us.

"'Night, Kouji." He whispered.

"Goodnight, Angel." I whispered back, just before I slipped off into slumber.

I woke to the soft sounds of crying in the middle of the night, coming to the conclusion that the only person who could be crying right now could only be the one person whom I fell asleep with: Kouichi

"Hn, Nii-san..." I called out, shifting slightly to get a better idea of where I was in comparison to my brother. I found him laying on top of me, tangled in the sheets as well as my night shirt, head half buried in my chest and shivering all over. "Kouichi?"

"Mmnh..." he cried, eyes closed, making me frown.

"Hey, hey." What was I supposed to do now? Wake him up? Sooth him back to sleep? "Are you awake, Kouichi?"

I shook him and he shivered, screaming without sound into my chest. It made me ache, the way he looked, like he was suffering from pure horror. All I wanted to know at that moment was what was wrong and how I could stop it.

"Hey, shh." I found his hair and stroked it, trying to find that reassuring rhythm that always got Kouichi to calm down before. "It's just a dream, Onii-san. Don't worry, everything's okay. Everything's okay now." He squirmed on top of me, then ceased his movement for a while. I tuned into his breathing which was mellowing into a regular flow before he started to shift over me with a little more consciousness than before.

"Mnh... Kouji?" I smiled into the darkness and reached to give my brother a light hug, to which he returned confusedly.

"It's all right now. Don't worry."

He blinked before his arms squeezed around me more fiercely and he threw himself into my chest and clutched so tightly that I almost couldn't breath. I touched his back to try and ease him, but he didn't budge.

"Oh Kouji! I-it's horrible! I couldn't... It was so scary! I couldn't move at all, Kouji!" He was mumbling into my shirt, grabbing on like I was his lifeline, which I might as well have been to him. "And i-it was so cold! I... I was all alone." He started to whimper and my heart clenched at Kouichi's broken voice.

"I'm here now. Everything's okay." I repeated once more, hugging him more protectively. Suddenly, I was reminded of a long ago incident with Tomoki that had lead Takuya into researching night frights. But because he had the attention span of a squirrel, he asked me to help him on it. I remember how it had said to treat a victim.

"Sshh, Nii-chan. I'm here, you're all right now. Go back to sleep, okay?" I said gently, trying to convince him to go back to sleep, because, Kouichi wasn't actually awake. Victims of night horrors don't really wake up from sleeping, basically thinking that their experience had been real and traumatic. Telling them it was just a dream wouldn't help, so I didn't tell Kouichi to forget about his nightmare that, to him, had been real.

"I... I'm scared, Kouji. I'm scared." He mumbled, leaning his head into me sleepily and closing his eyes.

"Shh, don't be scared. I'm here."

By that morning, Kouichi had no recollection of his night fright, nor of my heroic brotherly acts upon it. But that was okay, because I would just file that memory away for another time. And I concluded that the weekend hadn't been wasted after all.

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Things to say:

One: has anyone noticed that some (okay, a lot) of my drabbly-things come along with the setting of a bedroom? And I am NOT implying anything here! What happens is that I usually get the better plot bunnies right before I fall asleep, while I am in my bed. Then I have to get up, turn on the blinding lights and write the idea down. It's a never-ending cycle, I tell ya!

Two: was it kinda obvious that I really did research some of that night fright stuff? It's all true! And it was a perfect place to use that idea that I've had since I began Yumemiru!! So, Kouji did some research.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! And remember, if you have any kinds of night-dream-bedroom ideas that you would like me to write, I'd like to know! Arigato