Conflict Of Interests

Drabble 51: Nightmares

By: Kigen

Unofficially entitled Bedtimes Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. My very first YohLyserg drabble ever. This was written over two years ago, the only changes in misspellings and grammar. You have been warned.

Discalimer: Not mine. If it was mine, my computer would have computer access. That, and this didn't happen, even though it's innocent, and fluffy, and sweet.

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Yoh sighed as he gazed down at Lyserg's sleeping face. A soft smiled played upon his features as he pushed a stray lock of hair from the British boy's closed eyes. His cheeks were still a bit flushed. Tears had been kissed away not long before. And if Lyserg's eyes had been open, Yoh was sure they'd be bloodshot.

What had sent the British shaman into tears? It had been another nightmare; something Lyserg had quite a few of. They seemed to be occurring more frequently now with the coming hot summer months. The heat remained now with the coming hot summer months. The heat reminded Lyserg of the Shaman Tournament only a year before. It was a time that held many unpleasant memories for Lyserg.

With another sigh, Yoh eased Lyserg onto the bed, careful not to wake him. Yoh frowned. Lyserg shouldn't even be having these nightmares.

Despite Yoh's care, Lyserg was roused awake when he felt Yoh's warmth slip away. "Yoh?" The brunette shaman had been correct to assume the boy's emerald orbs would be tinged red.

Leaning down, Yoh pecked Lyserg's forehead. Lyserg closed his eyes in content, before returning his sleepy gaze to Yoh.

"Go back to sleep Lyserg. I promise I'll be right here beside you." Yoh lowered himself onto the bed with Lyserg.

Lyserg cuddled into Yoh's arms as he bit back a whimper. The images of his nightmare were still fresh in his mind.

Whispering soothing words, Yoh ran his hand repeatedly through soft, green, locks. With a sleepy yawn, Lyserg nuzzled his face into Yoh's chest. Soon he was fast asleep in the other shaman's arms.

Even though Lyserg was asleep, Yoh continued to run his fingers through Lyserg's hair. The brunette frowned. He wished he could get rid of the nightmares. He wished the nightmares weren't horrible memories.

Placing one last kiss on Lyserg's forehead, Yoh lay down to join Lyserg in sleep.

Most of all, Yoh wished that he could go back in time, only a year, to keep the nightmares from happening.

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Yep, I wrote that over two years ago. It shows. Next time, some HaoLyserg. Be kind, I just moved a few weeks ago. Computer access is hard, as is finding time to write.

Thanks for reading, please review.

Ja min'na-san!