H.V: Oh my, it appears I am turning this One-shot into a Two-shot. I got the idea to add this chappie while laying in bed staring at the ceiling. My ceiling has a lot of inspiration.

Here we go, and hopefully this one won't be too boring...

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It had been a week since the pneumonia had left the castle completely. While her world gradually got under way, Fumu allowed herself some time to think things through.

It was a night much like that fatefull one she would have forever sealed into her mind. Only instead of her body fighting for life, she was staring into the ceiling calmly. Her mind was undergoing a stream of thoughts that were focused mainly on that memorable night.

While half of her mind struggled with the fact of how close she had come to losing her life, sending a frightened chill through her each time she repeated it, the other part was pondering over what had happened...

The head knight of the castle had come to her in the night, her night of suffering...and saved her. A dark-winged guardian angel...it was as if.

Fumu sighed and rolled onto one side. The events of that night were foggy from the delirium at the time, but she remembered that he had slipped in, unnoticed by all except her. She had been so close to being dragged away from the world of the living, and he had pulled her away from death...now that her head felt a little clearer, she wondered for the first time since that night why he would do that.

Sensibly thinking, Fumu wondered why Meta Knight would care about her at all. He had never shown much interest in her before, so why all the sudden affection? If anything, the knight seemed not to be too concerned with her dying at that time. He, unlike the rest of her loved ones, had never come to stay with her during the day. Why suddenly care at her seemingly final hour? Why come at night, in all secrecy?

Fumu felt her eyes grow tired, and they shut, closing down her thoughts along with it.

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All night, her dreams were laced with the shadows of the mysterious knight who had saved her at her time of greatest need. Thinning the fabrics of her sleep, Fumu found herself waking up much too early in the morning, and feeling just as tired as she had when she had gone to sleep.

Giving up on trying to fall back asleep, the blonde damsel swung herself out of bed, quietly wandering out of her residence and through the hallways.

Her mind, blank with weariness, dredged the memories of her near-death expierience back to her focus. She rubbed an eye as she stepped along, dislodging the sleepies that had formed on her eyelids. The early spring morning was brisk, but not cold, and carried a sweet scent on the breeze. The air felt damp, however, with the approach of April showers. Fumu allowed a yawn to weave its way into the air. Her echoeing footsteps sounded faintly through the hallway.

Realization washed over the girl a few feet later. It was that place, wasn't it, where she had collapsed? Fumu paused, recalling dimly this corridor she had trudged through weeks ago. She had blacked out...she remembered a prescence here last she recalled. Who had it been? She was frustratingly on the brink of remembering, but her mind would not supply her with the memory of whom.

Fumu sighed, recalling the incident darkly. She decided to go home, turned around, when a second set of footsteps echoed in the hallways,

"You're up early." a voice, all-too-familiar, commented. Fumu turned back around. There, facing her on the other end of the hall, was the masked knight.

Her savior.

Fumu nodded, nervously forcing down the apprehension in her throat, "Couldn't sleep..." she replied hesitantly, memories of that romantic night flashing over her eyes between her words. Meta Knight did not reply, but Fumu saw his amber gaze travel the area, as if he too was recalling the scene that had occurred here weeks ago.

"Why...?" Fumu blinked. She had begun to ask something, but shut her mouth almost immeadiately, fearing a half-thought question would escape unwillingly. Meta Knight looked at her,

"Why what?" he asked. Fumu's gaze fell to the floor, silent. She never intended to say anything. She never didn't want to confront him now, when she was still confused about what had happened...Fumu felt her palms grow damp, and her apprehension was growing like a possessed ivy,

"Why did you..." she sighed, "...save me...?"

The dark blue knight kept his golden gaze on her a moment longer. The mask shielded his expression, making it impossible to decipher his thoughts. Fumu thought he saw his eyes shimmer pale blue. Meta Knight turned away, "I couldn't let you die." he said neutrally, quietly. Fumu blinked. She wiped the perspiration off of her hands against her shirt, and responded carefully,

"Why do you suddenly...care?" she asked, hoping not to sound too harsh. She was firm, however, needing an answer to her question. Meta Knight turned back to her,

"It wasn't sudden." he replied. Fumu stepped toward him,

"What do you mean?" she asked softly. The swordsman's seemingly cold gaze never left her eyes,

"It has been a while..." he replied vaguely. Fumu found frustration creeping into her voice,

"What has been a while?" she demanded. Meta Knight edged closer to her,

"Since you have captured me." he said. Fumu fell silent, and he went on, "You...everything about you...has started to run my life...You walk in my dreams, Fumu." he said, sounding most un-like himself.

Fumu blinked, surprised she was hearing such talk from the normally silent and solitary puff. He was usually so guarded about everything...was it only because he was talking to Fumu that he would reveal such emotions?

"I..." Fumu murmured. Meta Knight came even closer,

"...You torment my sleep with your beautiful voice, and you haunt my thoughts everyday...Fumu...you are my dreams..." he whispered. Fumu was truely taken aback,

"But...I..." she stammered. What would she say? What did she feel? Was the feeling mutual or not? The dawn blurred in her eyes, and her tangled emotions barred her thoughts. She couldn't think straight...was it out of simple confusion or a hidden joy over this revelation. Why joy? Did she have feelings for Meta Knight as well?

Fumu felt warmth well up inside her. Her eyes stung. She pulled a fist across one eye, hiding any oncoming tears, "I just..." she murmured, "Thought you never cared...about me..."

She felt his paw weave into her hand, "I have never cared more..." Meta Knight sighed, "If you had gone...life would be but an empty shadow...to me..."

Fumu inhaled shakily, touched beyond words by his revelation. She understood faintly that the knight would have never admitted as much to anyone else...she was special to him, the one he had chosen. She squeezed his paw, "I will never...leave you." she murmured. Meta Knight drew closer to her,

"I will always protect you...Fumu." he breathed. Fumu let the tears rain from her eyes. My guardian angel. She thought.

The dawn seemed to shimmer a bit brighter as the twosome realized their feelings, and embraced them...

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Flame and I will shoot you down. I have Writer's Block again so be nice.