A/N: Winter break...and this is all the writing I've done. -kicks self- I'm so fckin lazy...

I had planned on writing some more Keiichi/Satoshi one-shots...a Christmas themed on...a sadistic angst one...although, I was thinking I'd have that one more aimed at a Satoshi-centric or something...

IDK:D

Anyway, thank you all for the reviews and favs and alerts and such :D ILY

He was surprised he had slept as well as he had. He guessed it was due to exhaustion. He wasn't sure though. He also considered the fact that it was because he felt safe here. In the small time he'd been with Keiichi, he trusted him. Probably more than he should.

This didn't mean he had complete faith in the other, not by any means. No, he was still very wary of the other. But, for the time being, this person had shown him nothing but kindness. He didn't want to distrust this person. Also, Keiichi gave him no reason, yet, to not trust him. He decided, that for the time being, he could trust Keiichi. Until Keiichi proved him wrong, if he did at all.

He sat up, dazed for a second. He was confused at first, and until he regained his senses from the tight grip sleep had on them, he remained this way. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. When his eyes lay on Keiichi, he remembered.

That's right...

He was free now.

He pulled his legs inward and hugged his knees to his chest. He sat on the edge of the futon and looked down at the snoring brunette. He let his eyes review every feature of the boy called Keiichi. His tousled brunette hair was all over the place. Part of it covered half of his sleeping face, while the other half was strewn out across his pillow.

The brunette's chest rose evenly with each breath he took, his soft breathing could barely be heard from where the other was sitting. Keiichi was interesting...that's what he decided. He enjoyed watching the other rest... He looked so peaceful...So far all he had seen of Keiichi were his fake smiles and worried looks. It was nice, to see him relaxed and peaceful looking. It helped him remember that there are good things left in this world...

And now that he was out, he'd be able to experience them.

Keiichi woke up due to the sunshine that was piercing through his blinds. He cursed under his breath for being woke up and rose to close them. The brunette was still in a daze from sleeping and found it difficult to walk. As he caught himself from toppling over, he vaguely wondered how he'd ended up on the floor, but figured he'd just rolled off his futon during the night... All he could remember was the weird dream he had while he was still asleep. He was so out of it he didn't realize that it wasn't a dream, and his every move was still being observed. After closing the blinds, the room became much darker. Keiichi sighed in relief.

"That's better..." He yawned and stretched a little. He felt his way back to his futon, still half asleep. He yawned again and let himself fall face first into his warm bed. His thoughts drifted back to the dream... It really was strange dream... Usually, he couldn't remember dreams very clearly, but this one was like crystal. He could remember the boy's appearance perfectly...his voice as well, even though he'd only heard it once. The more he thought about the dream the more he began to question what possessed him to have such a weird dream in the first place. He sighed into his sheets and shook his head. He needed to stop working his brain so much if he wanted to go back to sleep. It took him a minute to calm his thoughts and soon he was as relaxed as could be. He flipped over on his side, so his back was to the wall behind him. Minutes later, he slipped into that stage of drifting into sleep, where you're both conscious and not all at the same time. The dream soon became the last thing on his mind.

However, he had this feeling...it had been lingering around him every since he'd been woken up... that someone was watching him. He didn't like the feeling of paranoia. The fear began to set in and he found himself fully awake again. He groaned and rubbed his tired eyes. He kept them closed as he tried to calm his thoughts once more. He began to make excuses, about how it was impossible and no one was there. He told himself this so much that he began to believe it. Everything was alright...

It wasn't until he felt the bed shift slightly due to someone's weight that he knew something was off.

He sat up, fully awake now for the second time in the past 5 minutes.

"W-Who's there?" He asked, adrenaline beginning to flow through his veins. He could vaguely make out the shape of a boy, sitting in front of him. Keiichi gulped. How could he have over looked this?

The boy cocked his head slightly to the side, as if confused. The more Keiichi looked at the silhouette in front of him, the more it looked like the boy from the dream...

The dream...

"It wasn't a dream...it all really happened...it did...oh God..."

The brunette face palmed and cursed at his stupidity. This guy must think he's totally crazy now. How could he let himself push all that off as a dream?

"Sorry, I, uh, forgot you were here." He explained bluntly, to tired to beat around the bush with explanations. The boy said nothing, as usual. Despite the dark environment, Keiichi could almost feel the other's gaze on him. It made him...almost nervous.

"Why's he staring at me like this? It's creeping me out...and why is he sitting on my futon, watching me sleep?"

Shock went through his body like a lightning strike. He'd given the futon to the boy, for him to sleep.

"Gah, shit! No wonder he's staring at me! I probably woke him up or something, by taking back my bed." Keiichi hid his face in his hands, embarrassed beyond belief. He got off the futon immediately and sat on the ground. He crawled over to his nearby make-shift futon and sat in front of the other.

"Sorry, again. I forgot I was letting you sleep there." He bowed his head, even though he knew the other couldn't see. When he raised his head again, he could almost see the blank eyes staring back at him. The other said nothing. He just continued to stare. Keiichi felt the atmosphere was becoming more awkward by the second. He laughed nervously and lay back down.

"Well, I think I'm going to sleep a little more. You probably should too." He rolled over on his side, back to the wall again. He had just shut his eyes when he felt another body slide onto his temporary futon and lay beside him. He tensed up, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure if he should turn around and look at the other, of if he should just pretend like he didn't notice.

...Like he could do that.

He sat up and flipped himself so he was looking up at his ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the other's figure. He was also laying on his side, much like Keiichi had been a second ago. He wasn't sure if the boy's eyes were closed or shut.

"A-Ano, are you okay?" He asked, hoping that the other would pick up on the subtle hint. All he got as an answer was the sound of the other's soft breathing. He sighed in exasperation and rolled back over again. He could feel the other's warm body press against him slightly. Keiichi tensed again and scooted a little further away, so no contact was being made. He peered over his shoulder at the other and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

It wasn't that he couldn't answer Keiichi's questions or comments, he just didn't want to. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude or unsociable...he just didn't know what to say. This resulted him in being silent. His eyes had already adjusted to the dark. They were quick to do this, and from what he could remember of his past (which wasn't much, mind you) they always had been.

He had to admit, he was a little scared when Keiichi awoke so suddenly. Even more so when he landed next to him on the futon. The blonde sat there, looking at the wall ahead of him and wondered what to do. He pondered for a little too long he supposed. When he looked over his shoulder, it seemed the brunette was already asleep. Keiichi had flipped over on his side, now facing him.

He looked ahead at the wall again. Now what?

The brunette's sudden groaning made him jump. He looked again to see the other had seemingly fell asleep again. Looking away again, he decided he'd better move. He wanted to be able to look at him without straining his neck.

As soon as he moved, the other awoke.

The sudden voice shouting at him frightened him, but he didn't show it. It took the brunette a minute, but he soon realized who it was that was watching him. Keiichi then briefly apologized, twice.

He was going to say something in return but didn't. Once again, he wasn't sure what to say. Instead, he just stared ahead. Seconds of silence passed as Keiichi scooted off the bed and crawled over to his futon on the ground. He said something about sleep before rolling over again. He didn't like just sitting here, watching. It had grown boring.

He slid off the futon and tentatively lay beside the other. He could feel the other tense up as he scooted closer. He mimicked the other's posture and laid on his side. He shut his eyes, hoping to sleep a little more. He felt safer down here with Keiichi.

He felt the other shift, but he did not open his eyes. Instead, he continued to try and sleep.

"A-Ano, are you okay?"

He thought about how to answer. Keiichi didn't give him much time to answer, seeing as he rolled back over again. It was when Keiichi scooted farther away him that he wasn't okay. He didn't like Keiichi being that far away. He wanted him closer...He wanted to feel safer. He considered moving closer to the other, but didn't. He didn't want to scare Keiichi, after all. So, he kept to himself and pulled the surrounding blankets closer to him.

He concentrated on the sound of Keiichi's breathing. It was still uneven and shallow, signifying that the other had yet to fall asleep.

The brunette broke the minutes of passing silence by talking briefly to himself.

"Damn, I wish I knew this guy's name...it would make things easier for me..."

His half-lidded eyes narrowed even more as he let Keiichi's comment sink in. The more he thought about it, the more he became scared. It was at this moment, he realized that not even HE knew what his name was. His hands tightened into fists and balled up the blanket he'd been gripping. He couldn't remember anything...He couldn't...not even his own name. All he could remember was the clinic.

At that very moment, he realized he was nameless. He was without a past. He was left with no clues of anything. He gripped the blankets tighter.

He didn't know what to do.