Washed Up
A/N: MomoKai cuteness! Momo not only sleep talks, but sleepwalks!
Authors: Celianna (Momo) & Happiestwhen (Kaidoh)
Rating: K
Events leading up to this log:
- A day before this log, Momo got cold during the night, and tried to crawl inside of Kaidoh's bed. To which Kaidoh woke up alarmingly and punched Momo in the face
- The next day, Momo laments that his face hurts, and Kaidoh says that's because he punched it. They argue whether or not Momo actually tried to get in Kaidoh's bed, and Momo says he definitely does not sleepwalk, then goes to bed that night to prove it
Date: September 28, 2012
There's no way Momoshiro sleepwalks.
At least, that's what Momoshiro thinks, and hopes. He's already found out before—through Echizen—that he sleep talks. About embarrassing things, or just really insane things. Either way, sleep talking is already enough, but sleepwalking? There's just no way. Kaidoh was making things up. He did not try to steal Kaidoh's blanket or try to get in his bed when it got cold last night.
There's just no way. And that's what he told Kaidoh; that he dreamt it. Yes, it was all just a dream. Kaidoh was dreaming that Momoshiro tried to get on his side of the hut, and into his bed. Freak.
Which is why he's curled up in his own bed tonight, blanket wrapped tightly around him. It's cold, which is weird for a tropical island, and it's kind of lonely; Kaidoh hasn't come back yet from his late night run. Fucking Kaidoh. He so does not sleep walk. And why does he always insist on coming home so late? Momoshiro ends up grumbling himself to sleep.
Kaidoh gets back to the hut, feeling exhausted and satisfied at the same time, the way he always is after a good run. He feels cool, too, because, to appease Momoshiro's stupid whining, he'd gone to dunk his head in the river and wash himself off a bit. Kaidoh really doesn't see what the big deal is about sweat. He keeps clean enough otherwise. Sweat is just sweat. It's healthy besides. And Kaidoh's pretty sure his sweat doesn't smell all that different from anyone else's. Momoshiro is just an asshole.
Not that his effort even really matters, because when Kaidoh enters the hut, Momoshiro is already asleep. Kaidoh glares at the lumpy Momoshiro shape under the blanket and then gets changed for bed, setting his sneakers and folded bandana neatly by the doorway.
He lies down and rolls over onto his side, facing the wall, where he can see his name scrawled there in Momoshiro's stupid marker writing. He stares at it for a while before letting his eyes close and trying to sleep, his fingers clutching at the fabric of his blanket.
If Momoshiro decides to be stupid again, he's going to have to really work to pry it away from him.
The hut is quiet for about half an hour, only their shared breathing fills up the space. Momoshiro is fast asleep, and probably dreaming about palm trees filled with hamburgers. Much like Kaidoh had suggested he was living on the first time they met again on this island. Momoshiro cuddles closer to his blanket; he feels cold.
And just like last night, he rolls over out of his bed, eyes open and he finally gets up. He staggers over to Kaidoh's bed, wobbling all the way over there, before he almost topples over Kaidoh's limp body, but manages to stay upright. Instead he crouches down and happily tries to get underneath Kaidoh's blanket without a word.
Kaidoh's reaction isn't as instantaneous as it was the night before—punching is kind of an instinct for him, especially if it's punching Momoshiro —because this time, it takes him a moment to realize what's even happening, and then his eyelids flutter open and he rolls over, fist ready to punch Momoshiro in the face. Maybe the other cheek this time, so that he'll be sore on both sides.
Only … Momoshiro's got this weird, lop-sided smile on his face and he looks totally out of it, and Kaidoh's fist stops in mid-air and he just blinks at Momoshiro in confusion. Is he really sleep-walking? Or is this just some kind of dumb prank? Momoshiro isn't bursting into laughter though. Instead he's still trying to pull Kaidoh's blanket over himself, completely oblivious to the fact that Kaidoh's staring up at him. Stupid moron.
Kaidoh's fist uncurls and he shoves at Momoshiro's chest before he can get any closer. "What the hell?" he accuses.
Like some kind of deaf robot, Momoshiro simply tries to grab Kaidoh's blanket again, completely ignoring the shove. His eyes are open, but unfocused on anything, and he keeps grinning. His grin is accompanied by a happy little squeal as he manages to worm himself underneath Kaidoh's blanket, which is warm and comforting.
He even tries to cuddle against Kaidoh, whose body is indeed a miniature powerplant, and it's a heat source sleepy Momoshiro wants.
Kaidoh squawks indignantly and pushes Momoshiro away from him, grabbing his blanket and pulling until it slides off of Momoshiro, no longer covering him. Momoshiro was right, Kaidoh doesn't really use it, but now he clutches it possessively in his fists and narrows his eyes at Momoshiro.
"Get out of my bed," he growls.
Momoshiro is sprawled half across the floor and half still in Kaidoh's bed, smiling stupidly up at the ceiling. He scratches his stomach and then just lies there, doing nothing. He spreads his arm out, and accidentally hits Kaidoh's head.
Kaidoh hisses and bats Momoshiro's arm away. He stretches a leg out to kick Momoshiro in the side, trying to nudge him all the way out of his bed. This is stupid. He just wants to sleep undisturbed!
He watches Momoshiro warily for a moment, like he's scared he's going to suddenly spring up at him, but he's just lying there, smiling like an idiot. Kaidoh wonders if Momoshiro always looks that happy when he's asleep. What a weirdo.
"Your bed is over there," Kaidoh says, pointing across the room. Momoshiro's eyes don't follow his finger at all.
Instead, Momoshiro latches onto Kaidoh's leg, wrapping his legs around it and claiming it as his property. He hums softly in delight, and then tries to scoot closer to Kaidoh once more, so that he's on the bed again.
"What the—" Kaidoh spits, eyes wide. He shakes his leg violently but Momoshiro won't let go. Momoshiro may be sleeping contentedly but Kaidoh is now, to his annoyance, very wide awake. And there's no way he's getting back to sleep as long as Momoshiro is anywhere near his bed.
"Let go of me!" he demands, and starts trying to pry Momoshiro off with his hands instead. "I'm not a pillow, dumbass."
"Ice cream!" Momoshiro blurts out, with a blissful look on his face. He reaches out to Kaidoh, his hand grabbing hold of Kaidoh's arm, so that he stops trying to pry him off. He pulls himself closer and yanks Kaidoh's arm to his face so he can rub his cheek against it.
"Hmm, warm ice cream," he mumbles.
Kaidoh scowls. Of course he's thinking about food. Wait a minute. Does that mean Momoshiro thinks Kaidoh is food right now? What the hell. That's really fucked up.
His arm twists around Momoshiro's neck so that he's got him half in a headlock, which is kind of weird, but better than having Momoshiro rub his face all over it like he's some kind of animal. He squirms and hisses, sounding tired and grumpy, and starts pushing with his other arm, trying to disentangle Momoshiro from him. It's kind of surprising how much strength he can still have when he's not really conscious. Surprising and really annoying.
Momoshiro doesn't budge though, he's enjoying the warmth that he's craving, so he doesn't want to let go of that. Refuses to, really. The arm around his neck feel nice and warm, kind of comforting, like Kaidoh's holding him. Like he's being wrapped in warm ice cream.
Hey, it makes sense to him.
But Kaidoh is insistent on getting him to leave, so Momoshiro can crawl back into his own bed, but Momoshiro doesn't want to. He manages to catch Kaidoh's wrist, and he pulls it, pulls on it hard, until he's pulled Kaidoh on top of him, who is kind of crushing him with his entire weight. It doesn't seem to faze Momoshiro though, who simply nuzzles his face into Kaidoh's neck, mumbling something about tasty palm burgers. His other arm wraps itself around Kaidoh so he can stay there, like a warm blanket. Kaidoh wouldn't give him his in the first place, so this will do.
Kaidoh grumbles, just wanting to sleep and annoyed that he's even entertaining the idea of sleeping here like this, because god, if Momoshiro were to wake up right now, that would be completely mortifying.
No, he has to get Momoshiro out of his bed.
Kaidoh wiggles around a bit until he can dislodge Momoshiro's arm from around him, pinning it above Momoshiro's head where it can't try to grab at Kaidoh again, and then, before Momoshiro can react and do anything, Kaidoh rolls off and to the other side of the bed. Which isn't all that far away, since it's a small bed, made even smaller by stupid Momoshiro's presence.
"But you promised to feed me cake!" Momoshiro whines as Kaidoh's warm body leaves him. He fumbles around trying to get back to that heat source. He's being constricted by Kaidoh though, and ends up looking like a baby throwing a tantrum, whining for cake. He reaches out for Kaidoh with one of his free hands, and ends up facepalming Kaidoh right in the face.
Kaidoh snarls and shoves at Momoshiro again, managing to throw him off the bed. He's starting to lose patience, feeling tired and cranky. And annoyed that Momoshiro is able to sleep through all of this.
If Kaidoh were sleeping and Momoshiro were doing any of this to him, he's pretty sure he'd wake up instantly. Well, that's kind of what happened last night, and Momoshiro ended up with a fist in his face because of Kaidoh's trigger-happy punching.
"You already had your damn cake," he points out, and flings his blanket at Momoshiro's head. "Now go back to your bed already."
Momoshiro shoves his face into the warm blanket and sighs. "Hmm," he says, not moving, still lying on the cold wooden floor with his shirt halfway up his chest. "Your cake," he speaks into the blanket. Then it's silent for a bit, Momoshiro not moving or saying anything. He seems to be content for now.
But the floor is cold, and it's not very comfortable, so Momoshiro wiggles around his body, trying to wrap himself in the blanket, but failing. He looks like a fish on dry land, flopping around aimlessly. And just as suddenly, he stops, staying dead still, except for the slight shivering of his body because he's cold, and can't get the blanket around himself.
Kaidoh rolls his eyes. As much as he really doesn't have much sympathy for Momoshiro's weird sleep walking problem, the idiot does look kind of pitiful just lying there on the floor. Kind of cold too. Which Kaidoh doesn't understand, because he doesn't feel cold at all, but that's probably just because Kaidoh is tough and Momoshiro is a wimp. Obviously.
The blanket is all bunched up, not really covering much of Momoshiro's body, so Kaidoh crawls off his bed and pulls it down over him. He feels kind of like he's wrapping up a baby. That's what Momoshiro seems like right now; a big dumb baby who keeps whining incoherently about food. It should be really annoying, but for some reason Kaidoh can't find it in himself to glare at him, simply because Momoshiro just looks really helpless, and he's still shivering a bit. The wooden floor is cool under Kaidoh's feet, so it must be cold to lie down on, too.
Kaidoh gives Momoshiro an appraising look like he's trying to decide whether to just leave him there, try and roll or carry him back to his own bed, or give up and let him sleep in Kaidoh's bed instead. Kaidoh knows the floor isn't comfortable, but it's Momoshiro's own fault for coming over to his side of the hut in the first place, so he'd kind of deserve it.
Maybe there's some kind of code word he has to say, like a hypnotist would. Something he can do to just make Momoshiro go away on his own. The punch seemed to work pretty effectively last time, but if Kaidoh does that again Momoshiro will wake up hurting and probably accuse Kaidoh of having more weird dreams about him. Which Kaidoh certainly isn't. At least, not dreams specifically about Momoshiro climbing into his bed. Well, at least not recently.
He leans down, face close to Momoshiro's and says, in his best attempt at a compelling voice, "Don't you want to go back to sleep in your own bed?" He grimaces, feeling totally idiotic. It's not like Momoshiro will listen to him. He'd have a better shot getting Momoshiro to take advice from an ice cream cone right now.
"Hmmm," says Momoshiro as if he's contemplating the question. He pulls the blankets closer to himself, feeling warm and comfy. "No. I want to sleep with K-chan," he says with a pleasant giggle.
One of Momoshiro's hands slip out from underneath the blanket, and he reaches Kaidoh's ankle. He rests his hand on top of Kaidoh's bare foot, with his fingers brushing against the skin. "K-chan," he murmurs. K-chan's feet smell, he wants to say, but is too tired to talk much this time.
For several seconds, Kaidoh can't seem to do anything but blink down at Momoshiro. No one's called Kaidoh that since, well, kindergarten, and even if Momoshiro is just dreaming, and probably talking to some imaginary hamburger superhero instead of Kaidoh, it still makes Kaidoh's insides feel kind of weird and tingly and warm. It's not just the old nickname, but the way Momoshiro said it that riles Kaidoh up, because it sounds strangely familiar.
But that's probably just a general feeling of nostalgia, and anyway Momoshiro isn't talking to Kaidoh. He hasn't been this whole time. Hell, he probably thinks Kaidoh's blanket is named K-chan, for all Kaidoh knows. He's off in his own stupid little world, talking to food, trying to steal blankets, mistaking Kaidoh for ice cream. And now he's just saying random names.
And anyway, Kaidoh isn't K-chan anymore. He hasn't been for a long time now.
Kaidoh kicks Momoshiro's hand with his foot. "Get off the floor, moron, or you'll regret it in the morning."
Momoshiro bats his hand away on instinct, slapping at his ankle. "It is morning, what are you talking about K-chan, you're crazy," Momoshiro says with an annoyed huff. "Now let's nap, I'm cold, and this dirt isn't comfortable."
In Momoshiro's mind, he's having some kind of picnic with Kaidoh, eating ice cream, but Kaidoh threw him off the blanket, and now he's lying down in the dirt, away from the blanket and his food. And he's tired too. And Kaidoh's being a big meanie.
"Smells like cheese in here," Momoshiro notes as he sniffs Kaidoh's foot. "Did you bring cheese? We could make a cheeseburger with it!" And cheeseburgers are always good in Momoshiro's mind. "Or cheesecake. Yes, let's make a cheesecake, you like cakes anyway."
Kaidoh rolls his eyes. How the hell is Momoshiro capable of talking this much even when he's asleep? And who does he think he's talking to anyway? And damn, is he always hungry?
He tugs his foot away from Momoshiro's face. "Shut up," he grumbles. This is all kind of messing with his head now. Stop calling him K-chan! It's making Kaidoh feel weird, bringing up all these old memories, only now they're getting mixed up with Momoshiro too, and maybe it's because Kaidoh's tired so he's not really thinking clearly, but somehow … that could almost make sense.
No. No, it couldn't. That's idiotic … Right? Kaidoh's stomach flips nervously. That would be … that would mean … What the hell. Now Kaidoh's starting to feel like maybe he's the one who's dreaming, like his subconscious is pulling things together like puzzle pieces, and for some bizarre reason, it all fits.
But this isn't his dream. It's Momoshiro's. And who knows how Momoshiro's brain works. He's smelling Kaidoh's foot, after all. Obviously there's no actual meaning behind all the stuff he's saying. It's probably completely random.
"I'm going back to bed," Kaidoh says in annoyance.
"Me too!" says Momoshiro happily. He struggles against the blanket in vain, trying to get up, but he's still just a helpless baby. "I'm stuck," he says in a frustrated voice. "Help me unstuck, K-chan."
"I'm not—" Kaidoh starts to protest, but Momoshiro's voice is so plaintive and he's saying Kaidoh's childhood nickname like it comes naturally to him, and Kaidoh really can't resist it. Whatever, it's just a dumb dream he's having anyway, so maybe Kaidoh can indulge him. It's not like it's real.
He bends down and helps Momoshiro out of the blanket, since he really is hopeless, struggling against it like he's tied up in knots. Stupid idiot. It's almost a little endearing.
"C'mon, time for sleep, okay?" he says, in a tone he'd never use if Momoshiro were awake. But, well, shoving didn't work, kicking didn't work, so maybe if Kaidoh just tries to be nice he can get Momoshiro back into bed and quiet again.
And yes, that is exactly a tone that gets Momoshiro to agree with anything. "Okay," he says with a smile.
Free from his constraints, Momoshiro manages to stand up straight again—wobbling on his feet, gravity is messing up here a bit—then he picks up at the blanket as well. He wraps it around himself, and staggers back to Kaidoh's bed and falls down like a dead corpse.
"Naptime!" he exclaims. He's patiently waiting for Kaidoh to return as well, so they can be warm together, and take a nice comfy nap.
Kaidoh huffs, and looks across the hut at Momoshiro's vacant bed. Then he looks at his own which is now occupied by a very happy-looking Momoshiro. His head is telling him that he should just go take Momoshiro's bed, get back at this dumbass for stealing his, and get a decent night's rest. But the rest of his body is saying otherwise. His chest is squeezing up at the thought of just lying next to Momoshiro, warm and close, all night long. It sounds nice. And Momoshiro's face looks soft and content, like maybe he wouldn't hate the idea either.
And, well, Kaidoh's bed is closer at the moment. And it's his damn bed. He shouldn't have to go sleep somewhere else! Sure, that's as good a reason as any. And somehow Kaidoh manages to persuade his brain that it's a good idea. His pulse is already leaping in agreement.
He crawls into the bed, sliding next to Momoshiro. It's kind of impossible for them to not be touching at least a little, since this was made as a single bed, after all. Kaidoh sighs as his shoulder brushes against Momoshiro's, feeling a warm current spread through him all the way down his arm to his fingertips. He closes his eyes and relaxes a little.
When Kaidoh has settled down enough, Momoshiro spreads his smile even wider. He rolls over onto his side, so that he's facing Kaidoh, which is his warm heat source. And after all, he's cold, so why not take advantage of that fact? Kaidoh doesn't need to hog all his heat! So Momoshiro slips one arm around Kaidoh's waist, and the other one is pressed up against Kaidoh's warm chest. He moves closer, curling up against Kaidoh's warm body, it's like a body pillow to him.
"We eat cake when we wake up, right, K-chan?" Momoshiro murmurs against Kaidoh's chest, his face almost squashed up against it.
Kaidoh sighs, not even trying to move away from Momoshiro this time. "Sure, whatever," he says, playing along with Momoshiro's weird dream, and answering as K-chan. It doesn't feel wrong for Momoshiro to call him that—probably because Momoshiro calls him a whole slew of different things, so Kaidoh's used to it. Yeah, that must be it. But more than that, it feels nice. It really does feel like suddenly Kaidoh's been pulled into a dream himself. And he doesn't see the harm in enjoying it while it lasts.
Momoshiro hiccups and giggles in response. "Good, good. I'll give you a flower afterwards … now sleeptime … you're warm." Momoshiro rests his face against Kaidoh's collarbone, sighing against it as his muscles relax, and his legs try to tangle themselves with Kaidoh's (he's seeking heat, of course).
And just like that, Momoshiro finally drifts off into sleep for real this time, his body unmoving and his breathing steady.
Kaidoh lies awake for a while longer, just feeling Momoshiro against him, warm and solid and holding him close. It's really nice, and really unexpected, since if Momoshiro were awake and coherent this would just be embarrassing. Well, Momoshiro wouldn't be doing it in the first place, in that case. But right now he is, just sleeping contentedly against Kaidoh and it feels so comfortable Kaidoh doesn't want to ever have to wake up.
He can feel Momoshiro's heartbeat thumping reassuringly, feel his breath coming out, soft and steady against his neck. It's lulling Kaidoh to sleep, and much as Kaidoh wants to hold onto this—this weird imagined parallel universe where he's suddenly five-years-old again—before it disappears, he's too tired to stay awake, and eventually gives in to sleep.
He'll forget about it by morning, he's sure. After all, it's not real. Momoshiro is just rambling as usual, saying things that have no meaning. K-chan is just a random name his subconscious came up with. It could have been anything.
There's still a small insistent knot at the pit of Kaidoh's stomach, but he's sleeping now, so it goes ignored.
Together they sleep for a while, simply cuddled up against each other (mostly Momo grabbing onto Kaidoh for dear life), and Momoshiro has a very nice and comfortable sleep. When the sun slowly starts to rise though, it gets warmer, and Kaidoh's body already feels really warm, that Momoshiro starts to get a little sweaty, until it gets really hot and he rolls away from Kaidoh. He crawls over Kaidoh's body—not being gentle at all—and goes back to his own bed, which is nice and cool now. He's had his heater for the night, now he can sleep alone again.
So Momoshiro drops himself on top of his bed, completely unaware that he did anything at all that night, and goes back to sleep.
When he wakes up again that morning, he has no recollection that he sleepwalked at all. Instead, Momoshiro thinks he had a very nice dream about being hugged by ice cream. Which was fucking weird.
Momoshiro proudly declares Kaidoh's making it all up, because he woke up in his own bed, which is proof he doesn't sleepwalk—and he certainly never tried to grab his blanket!
Kaidoh just sputters at him in confusion, then glares and goes out for his run.
Maybe Momoshiro is right and Kaidoh really is imagining all of it. Maybe his subconscious is simply going haywire and inventing weird dreams where Momoshiro wants to sleep in his bed at night and calls him K-chan and smiles at him all the time.
Well, if it was just a dream, it was a really nice one.