A/N: I'm starting to feel somewhat less sick. I apologize for getting so behind on this fic...

This is based upon the many sick days I've spent just drifting in and out of sleep. It's a nice feeling, (I do love sleep, I get so very little of it), but can also be disconcerting.

The color of nature, envy, eyes, and being at peace.

014: GREEN (4/10)

After that, Yoite slept through most of the day.

He dreamed of baseball diamonds-- sheer green and the same length down every side. Yoite had always thought there was something perfect about them. Or perhaps that had been Tsukasa. Yoite had never been able to live up to the symmetry of a baseball diamond, nor could he aim to achieve Tsukasa's status as normal. He didn't resent him for it; that was just the nature of things.

Yoite woke some time around noon. Yukimi had left with Raikou, and Gau could be heard cleaning in the living room, grumbling about the mess. Yoite listened for a while, but the weight of Yukimi's comforter on his chest tugged him back to sleep.

He dreamed of Miharu, bright eyes watching him carefully, though Yoite didn't know what kind of care it was or where it came from. Miharu was telling him something, but he couldn't hear. Nevertheless, Yoite found he couldn't be concerned about whatever it was he'd missed. He just trailed alongside Miharu, the tall grass blowing against his knees, and didn't bother to hurry.

Yoite woke again sometime in the evening. Raikou's head was hovering over him, smiling gently and telling him that the chikuzenni was nearly done and that Yukimi-senpai would worry if Yoite-kun didn't eat.

He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but next he found himself kneeling at the table, staring down into a big bowl of chikuzenni. Yoite blinked. He never ate at the table.

Then again, he usually never slept in the bed either.

It was all strange, but Yoite found he was calm. He began to eat-- slowly for him-- with Kazuho on one side and Yukimi on the other. Raikou was kneeling across the table from him, with Gau eating on the couch just behind the samurai. The chikuzenni was good, too good to ruin by questioning the domesticity of the entire scene.

He could let it trouble him some other time.

Kiwikat gets credit again for inspiring me.