It was past midnight already at the mansion. The moon was shining beautifully outside, yet nobody saw it since they've fallen asleep since several hours ago. But, well, let's make an exception for a certain dark-haired teenager who was watching television alone at the living room with pillow in his arm—he knew that it's past midnight already, yet he couldn't go to the dreamland like usual. Not if that horrible dream kept haunting him since last night.
The hell if he fell asleep at school. He didn't want to see that kind of dream again, even if it changed his eyes to be similar with panda's.
Never. Ever again.
Just when his tears about to fall, he heard a voice that made him startled, since he thought the owner has been asleep for the past three hours.
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Friendship – Family
Rate: T
Warning: ficlet-chapter, grammar mistake, lots of shonen ai hints.
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yukino Ichihara and Yuki Amemiya. And I'm hoping for its sequel, if the series is really going to be ended in October. #pray
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Story 17
~Midnight Heartbeat~
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"Ea? Is that you?"
Ah. It really was Landkarte's.
Ea didn't respond to the call. He just stared silently at the slightly older teen with his almost panda-like amethyst eyes. If someone looked at a closer range, they too would realize that his eyes were slightly red from crying.
But even when Landkarte stood at a far place from Ea's, he realized the last one quickly. He knew something bad has happened if Ea couldn't sleep at a time like this; and he knew it too that the reason was a very troublesome one. "Did you get that dream again? Oh my, you poor thing," he said worriedly while examining Ea's face. Ea didn't say anything, keeping his mouth closed because he himself knew that his voice was hoarse because crying back then. "Wait a moment, okay? I'll get you some tea—warm one. Wouldn't let you drink iced tea at night, no matter what kind of eyes you're going to give me."
Ea nodded silently and watched Landkarte silently. He hugged his pillow like a child after that, while waiting for Landkarte's return.
He didn't know why, but he always felt better if Landkarte's the one who took care of him every time that dream came.
After he waited for several minutes, the teen in his usual pajama (consisted of long sleeved dark orange shirt and knee-length white pants) returned with a glass of warm tea in his hand. That must be delicious, since Landkarte was the one who made it. "Here you go. No need to drink it hurriedly, okay?" he said with a warm, caring smile on his face. Ea nodded silently, still trying to restrain his sniffling sound which wouldn't stop since a while ago.
"Same dream again?"
"Uh-huh."
"Haven't gone yet?"
A silent nod—again.
"For how long?"
"…two hours ago, maybe," Ea said solemnly, eyes still looking at the midnight TV program and ignoring Landkarte's 'what-the-hell' expression.
"You do know that we're going to have math exam this morning, right?"
"Yep."
"…shall I ask you that question?"
"Nope."
And then, the silence came again. This time took a longer time than before. Nobody talked until Ea's hoarse voice suddenly appeared; "Lend me your chest."
Landkarte's eyes widened. "…pardon me?"
"Lend me your chest."
The light-haired teen almost fainted because the difficulties he found suddenly for breathing. "W-wh-wha—"
"Lend me your chest so I can sleep tonight, you pervert," Ea corrected immediately, realizing the ambiguous hints of his words. "Can't sleep without listening to the usual thing."
Ah. So that's what he meant. "Come here, then. No need to hold yourself; listen to my heartbeat as much as you want," Landkarte said cheerfully, spreading his hands to Ea like someone would do to hug a child. Usually, Ea would hit him or speak with his sharp tongue again. But tonight, when that horrible dream kept haunting him to the point Ea couldn't sleep and got panda eyes…
"G'nite, Landkarte."
"Good night too, Ea."
…he did nothing but to rest his head on Landkarte's left chest, closed his eyes, and went slowly to the dreamland without that scary vision following him from behind. Listening to his housemate's heartbeat every time he got that nightmare was his best trick to go to sleep peacefully again.
That night, he didn't saw anything but the happy memories from his past—and Landkarte appeared on all of them with his wide, bright, and cheerful smile.
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The end.
Review reply for our anonymous reviewer:
Yep; it was Eve who wrote that. And Tiashe was scared when he saw his Uncle's face blushed because he thought that Krowell was being burned by invisible flame of ghost or something like that (Agas usually told him some horror stories as replacement for fairy tales before he went to sleep, anyway). #lamereason
And if you think that this one is too short for your reading material, you can continue to the omake part—but don't blame me if that's far too lame for your own taste! #runaway
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Omake!
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"Shall we wake him up?"
"Uh, he didn't sleep until past midnight…"
"But both of you have to go to school now, don't you?"
An imaginary arrow struck Landkarte right on his head. He didn't want to wake the sleeping beautyscratchlion, but if he didn't wake Ea now…
…what a dilemma he had now.
"Ea? Ea? Can you hear me?"
He got no response. The sleeping one still wandering inside his dream without any intention to wake up sooner.
"Ea~? We have to go to school now; you can continue your sleep when the school's over, okay?"
Still no response from the sleeping Ea.
"If you don't wake up now, I'll kiss you then."
Zehel and Profe had anticipated themselves for the annoyed shout from the woken up lion, but much to their surprise, Ea was still hugging his pillow while resting his head on Landkarte's shoulder (almost close with his left-heart, actually).
Profe was about to grab her camera when Zehel pulled her hand instead and forced her to see her favorite part without any camera—what a meanie part of him! She saw Landkarte closing the gap between him and the sleeping teenager with almost teary eyes from happiness. She too almost fainted from joyfulness when Landkarte's lip almost touched Ea's and found a problem with her respiratory system until she couldn't breathe properly—
-until Ea's hand suddenly flew to Landkarte's face, hit him right on his nose.
Zehel winced in pain. "That must be hurt."
While Landkarte was mourning about the unlucky fate of his beloved nose in the corner of the room, Ea stood up and walked casually like nothing ever happened before. Ignoring Profe's frustrated grumbling beside the spiky-haired man, of course.
If only Profe saw the faint flush on Ea's cheek before he went to his bedroom, what would she do then, I wonder?
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(Really) The End.