Seasons of Baby Romantica

by AshleyTangerine

Interconnected Romantica and Minimum drabbles and oneshots in no particular order- you could call it my headcanon. Mostly from Akihiko's POV, although there'll be a smattering of our sweet Misaki-blossom too (how pissed would Misaki be if someone called him that XDD). Ratings vary from drabble to drabble. Fluff, crack, angst and more!

12. Chapter 12

A/N: Over 3000 hits! :O I can't believe the stats! Thanks to Daniel-kyoujyu (I feed on your feedback), SuzukiChiyeko (glad you like it!), hiyokocchi (he is, isn't he? :D), Alana-kittychan (yes it is, yes it is!), Miera (one of these days I will), I Know I'm A Dreamer (*helps you breathe* *grins*), BeautifulNoMatterWhat (I was inspired xD) and Iera (finally! Welcome to the wonders of ffnet!) my lovely supermegasexyawesomehot reviewers! And also, thank you to ElectroKat for the favorite and MuseofdaArts for the follow!

Gracious me, everyone seems to love the idea of the dream :D :D so here's part 2 for you lovely people!

12.

Blue-grey eyes beckon. "Oh please-please!"

Takahiro is innocent even in a dream. Akihiko reaches out his hand, but he grasps air. He is standing far away.

Under an umbrella. He's under a transparent umbrella, and Takahiro is in front of him. His back is turned towards him, and he's holding his little brother's hand. The kid is clinging to his waist- and Takahiro clings right back. They're both crying, and Akihiko doesn't know what to do. This isn't a dream, it's a memory which is all too real. Too real for him to handle. It rains on, and the two brothers stand weeping, and he's never felt more alone in his life. The funny thing, if he can even call it that, is that Takahiro's the one who's lost his parents.

And he keeps going away. At this moment, when his back was turned and in that streaming rain, as he hugged his brother, he felt a lump in his throat. I want that. I want someone with me when I cry, when I laugh, when I simply just need someone to hold on to. Someone who'll hold me back like him.

I want Takahiro.

I love him.

And then the dream breaks, and he turns over in his sleep.

No, it hasn't broken. Just changed.

A scowling green-eyed student. Takahiro's little brother.

"I have a name," he says. "My name is Misaki! Not 'Takahiro's otouto!'"

Akihiko has a smile on his face when he wakes up. All he can remember of his dream is angry green eyes. He knows he was dreaming something before that, if the tear tracks on his cheeks are any indication.

But for the life of him he can't remember what.

End drabble twelve.

A/N: Finally out of my writer's block! Thanks, everyone! And this is how Akihiko fell in love-twice.