Note: I felt the need to write this! is just a series of one shots connected that gradually would lead a clear and strong message to both. That's the original idea!...Please read and review!

A/N: Oh gosh I'm so sorry for the delay! I pass for two awful weeks! some... person stole my laptop and I don't have a place to write more fast u.u And I didn't have the time to go to an Internet cafe, sorry if I will write a bit angsty but I can't be helped, this is what I will write until my depressive mood change. Another note about the fic and Kise...if he look hesitant and incredible stubborn to believe Aomine's behavior , note please that Aomine is generally a bastard so even for me it will be hard to believe some things that Aomine do...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Fourth Message: Feverish Dream.

I have fear.

I have fear of many things in my life.

I'm more afraid that someone will find my fears and push me to the ground, to the wall of my safe mind, of my lucidity.

I fear the moment when someone would break those walls and enter in my world leaving me somehow naked and utterly disoriented. Leaving me shattering in pieces behind the mask of my face and smile. Such smile in my lips that it's absolutely . Property of Kise Ryouta. My facade that works so well in me, or that's what I like to think.

So, when this person, this person in front of me, holding me tight in his arms, not leaving an inch of distance between his chest and mine passing - almost caressing - his fingers for my hair indiscriminately from one side to another making me feel this strange but familiar sensation, familiar for supposition, for hypothesis, by dreaming, I can't help but think that he's leading into my wall. What do I do wrong? What part of my mask it's being permissive to the point of almost let this person find me? .

Why he of all of the persons if he hates me.

Why he if he can do with me whatever he want in whatever moment. If he didn't care about my safe an inch at all. When he choose to ignores me most of the time. Why if I annoy him, if I am a heavy burden to him? A piece that enter over and over in his life when I feel like doing it, trying to be by his side. Making my way without caring much about his feelings. Although I do care about all his feelings.

So, I must be dreaming. This heat, this warmth that I'm feeling it's not normal. Perhaps it's a threat. He is threatening me. He's just bullying me on purpose. Laughing at me in his insides, he's faking! he's such an hypocrite with me!

I can't avoid but shudder helplessly in his arms. He is fake! He is putting a mask too! My mind can't shut up that voice saying this words countless times. I bit my lip trying not to whine, not to said those painful words out loud. I can't said it. Even if all this is a lie, a sweet and crude lie I can't said it because deep down in the ocean of my emotions I like it. I long for this. For this desire of recognition. Count something in his mind.

I bit my lip more hard. I'm confuse with my desires. I know he is fake, it must be, so I should be crazy if this fakeness makes me happy somehow? If this arms encircling my back that don't leave me move, felt like the most secure and comforting refuge?

I started to cry because I lost before him again. I give my best, my everything into that game to win. I trust and fail. My vision blurred once more with the sudden sequence of images of me never catching my tan friend. One could think that I'm exaggerating. That I'm being annoyingly dramatic for just a game. I think I'm not. A serious game always mean much for a player. More if there are some others implicated feelings into it too.

He shouldn't be with me right now. He should be enjoying with the rest of his pals, he should be in whatever other place than here. He should stay with whatever other persons than me. Yeah, right. Like Aominecchi it's the type to go and enjoy with so many persons at his side.

I can't even dare to straight my face and lift my eyes to him. I just can't. I'm not sure of my face. I'm not sure if I will be so easy to read like an open book. I'm afraid, I'm so afraid that he'll disappear in the moment I do so. That when I find those eyes this moment although it's fake will break. That I could shift something in him making him stop those lips surprisingly running down my forehead. That I'll finally see that it's my mind playing with me making dirty tricks to believe all. I'm really afraid.

If Kise it's angry or being shy with me I don't know. I'm sure as hell that I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be the one comforting him. I win over him again. Nothing new really. But it's a fact to me that the loser one would want to be ten thousands of miles away from the winner. And I am the winner.

Like I always do I should move away and let him deal with his defeat. But this time I just couldn't.

Why his eyes occurred to be so lost at the moment I barely gazed towards him? To the stupid point that I have to follow him all the way to his home. Though he didn't go to his home. Randomly walking to one place to another until the night become more humid and little drops of rain starting to fall cooling the temperature. Rain always came in the exact moment isn't it?

I studied Kise's slow movements, his knees trembling and the soft movement of his arms embracing almost pity his chest. It's raining now and the fool it's completely getting wet without even making an intent of protect his health. It's utterly annoying. I should let him be more fool and let him die or whatever. Damnit Kise. Damn you that moves my feet with the sight of your eyes naked to the sight of anyone. Damn you that makes my legs almost run towards you to the view of your hands trembling so much nonstop over your arms. Damn you for even dare to make my knees go weak for the fake awful smile appearing on your lips for yourself. You make me grip your wrist tight and forcefully to drag you to my house without really care if you wanted it or not.

Now, at the door of my house, behind the roof of the entry I hide your face in my shoulders and embrace you like this to only granted my selfish desire.

I don't want anyone to see you like this.

I don't want anyone to see your naked soul without you knowing.

So, hurry. Hurry up and compose yourself. Hurry and cry. Cry if you have to. I don't care damnit.

Stupid me for let my lips do whatever they want and run without hesitation to your warmth forehead depositing slights kisses to reassure you, to cheer you up even if what I'm doing it's obviously ridiculous. Your softly tiny sobs on my shoulder answer me. Your hands stroking strong again my shirt from my back. My lips don't let their warmth place for a second. Hurry Kise, recompose yourself. Hurry and startle me again daring to challenge me one more time like you always ending to. Hurry and don't dare to show yourself so naked to anyone more – than me -.

-o-

After a while I feel my hands becoming numb for stroking so hard Aominecchi's shirt for so many time. I had to do it. I wanted to feel that he was really here with me. That the kisses in my forehead were all real.

Real, real, real. I want to rely on that. My eyelashes feel so heavy against my eyes, I don't want to fall and close it, I don't want my legs gives his way to the ground, instead I bit my lip again more hard tasting the blood in my tongue and teeth. I don't care. It's useful, the pain it's useful.

I hear a tiny moan from Kise and then I realize that we were in this position for quite a while, maybe an hour. I notice too that the weight of his body it's almost leaning utterly into me and that his knees against mine are trembling. My lips too feel that the warmth from before it's getting strange and abnormal. I slowly direct my hands to his cold shoulders shifting him away a little to see his face, his hazel eyes are totally red, blinking and almost closing but stubbornly keeping half lidded. His bottom lip lost in his mouth.

I sigh and without preventing him I pass one of my arms behind his back while the other behind his knees lifting him up. Kise's hazel eyes instantly jump at me questioningly and surprised. I stare waiting. Kise blinked and look down looking hesitant to lift his eyes again. I'm waiting for this stupid to yell or said something to complain but it didn't happen. I see for a minute the tremble in his hands rising around my neck to support himself in me.

I, whatever, open the door and enter with Kise in my arms to my house. The lights are off, my parents are sleep so early? Too convenient to perhaps do some various things…I shake my head. Definitely not.

But when I walk more in the living room I see the kitchen's lights on and the noises from there.

"Daiki is it you?" I hear my mom's voice and her head looking trough the Kitchen's door. Her eyes becoming wide running from my face and soaked clothe to Kise's trembling body in my arms. For a pair of seconds I look down to Kise and see his eyes determinately staring at my chest instead of my mom. Oh, he's embarrassed.

"Kise?" My mom stepped to us staring concerned at my friend. And when she finally again raise his black eyes to me I find that she's angry. Crap.

"Mom I can explain—"

"Darling" she cut my words "You have fever" she said too gentle at Kise touching his forehead….where my lips were before…"You don't look good" and rising his gaze to me she ask "See his blushed cheeks Daiki?"

I – What?

Instantly my eyes low straight to Kise's cheeks. Indeed he is blushing. I can't take my eyes far away from his face. I feel Kise's body tensing under my gaze. My mom smile sweetly.

"Jesus, it seems like we will have to take good care of you this night"

Kise it's strangely silent. My mom let another reassuring smile take his lips and then she ask to me another question.

"Daiki, why you let Kise enter into this state?"

I swallowed and give a half look to my mom's concerned eyes "It's not my fault" I answer a bit angry, like always she have a weak spot for Kise "Mom you know? I'm soaking wet too"

My mom narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms before his chest.

"Daiki you can't compare Kise's strength with yours"

I look to one side.

"Come on Daiki, take Kise upstairs, he need to rest and take some warm drink, don't you think?"

I sigh "Okay"

My mom gives Kise a small caress in his wet blond hair while whispering gentle "You will be fine Kise, so, don't worry and don't blush"

Kise turns a level up of red looking at my mom. He tense his hands around my neck, he answer embarrassed "Thank you but- but I…I'm not blushing"

Like hell he is.

My mom gently smile "Oh Kise don't be annoying like Daiki, rest well. I'll call you mom now, okay?"

Kise nodded with shame.

Stroking one of my cheeks my mom leave us space to go to my room. With my arms now feeling sleepy for having Kise's weight in my arms, I let out a sigh of relief when I deposit Kise in my bed. He was shuddering and trembling his teeth so much that one of his hands raise fast to his mouth noticing my concerned gaze, trying to block the sound of his teeth.

I sit at his side taking note of his other hand gripping tightly the sheets of my bed. I lean my hand to his forehead. He indeed have a fever but a slight one, not sufficient enough to make him trembling this much. I run my fingers for one of his blushed cheeks touching a little his hand. I'm a bit curious.

I thought for a moment that I was delirious. Aominecchi's fingers deposited on my traitor cheeks. It's…disturbing. I can't control myself to blush more and even I don't know why. Perhaps it's for the lately Aominecchi's behavior towards me. This unusual gentleness. Is quite a surprise. Utterly confusing.

When I feel his fingers around my shoulders raising me to sit, I look dumbfounded to him, I don't understand him, I'm tired physically and emotional. Lose to him when I was so sure and confident in my new abilities was really disappointing and painful. Some movement under my shirt makes forget my hand covering my mouth, opening my eyes wide to him. I couldn't contain my uncertainty voice.

"What – What are you doing?!"

Aominecchi stare at me.

"What it looks like?" He answer obviously "We have to change your clothes. Remain wet wouldn't help your body to warm up" Though there are some other enticing ways to get warm…

Ah! "But I…I can…change myself" I end my words hesitantly. Something's wrong, something is changing the air on the room. Oh God why Aominecchi it's not removing his hands neither his eyes away from my shirt and belly. It's not like I'm not used to this. In fact being a model in a popular agency and furthermore being a good player - with all modesty – in a good team makes me very accustomed to this. It's a daily basis. But, just for this…I shouldn't feel embarrassed. This strange jolt in my chest. I feel tension in my face and body. I don't know if I can stroke more tight the sheets of the bed. My cheeks can't take any more. I feel my heartbeat rising, Why he is taking so long to said something?! Anything!

"Aominecchi…"

Kise's slowly and nervous voice wake me up from my lethargy. From my sudden and big disappointment for his previous words.

"You wanted to change your clothes?"

Kise's eyes blinked nervously "I want. I c-can…myself, so…just…leave me"

"You are stuttering" I joke. Kise hit me weakly in the head.

"I'm cold! Don't tease me now Aominecchi!" And I'm freaking nervous so please let it go…

I take some pity on him and reluctantly command my hands to leave Kise's wet shirt in his place, to stop the brush in his belly. I turn my back to him to give him some space to change – Or perhaps to stop my damn eyes the staring - and before I completely turn I could catch the glimpse of relieved hazel eyes…

-o-

After a while, however, without talk too much we both were in new warm clothes drinking my mom's special tea. Kise was sit in my bed with his back pressed to the wall and the pillow in his lap resting his elbows on it. Drinking is tea slowly and more relaxed than before.

I was in my desk checking some stuff in my laptop, sending a look to Kise time to time. He look so tired and drained. It didn't surprise me much when for the corner of my eye I notice Kise's head falling against the wall with his eyes utterly shut, his hands barely maintaining the cup of tea in the pillow. I sigh and walk to his side on the bed, quit the cup balancing dangerously on his hands and take his back and waist leaning him to rest fully in the bed. Kise's shift a bit and when I put the sheets over him, his eyes barely open to look at me.

I can't believe he's doing this for me. All this night it's been so uncommon and full of small surprises to me that I can't completely shake the thought that I must be dreaming. That this is another trick of my mind, that this is not utterly real. My cheeks feel hot, I can't stand the tiredness of my eyes, the constant embarrassment that overwhelms me every moment with every detail. You…you shouldn't be so mean with me. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of this feverish dream. I don't want to be. I don't want this tremble in my body again. The confuse feeling of your hands in my hair inviting me to relax and let the dream take my mind. This is a feverish dream and I am at his mercy.

I can't believe what I'm receiving from you. I'm crazy. I will show you my smile, yeah I will, a tiny one but better than nothing to mask my true confusing feelings. I will close my eyes to not see you anymore. I don't want to shudder for your hot breath in my ear. Please Aominecchi don't tease me more tonight. Please.

"Fool, rest well" He whispers making a pause for what it felt like years before whisper again slowly "You are not allowed to smile like that to anyone again" Another pause who felt like years, another shudder, another sigh in my nervous ear "I know you heard me. Sweet dreams Kise"

Sweet dreams? Just now I sound like a stupid chick? Geez, it couldn't be helped, he shouldn't show me his weak side again before sleep. He shouldn't try to make a fake smile and don't get it right. Whatever your thoughts are, let it go Kise. Don't think too much Idiot. Don't think too much.

What I do wrong?

I fail smiling? Another fail? He see through me so well?

I'm confused. I can't confront him now. I'm too sleepy for that. I want the safe dream to take me.

My feverish dream.