A/N:

So, I've always wanted to put up a cute story for Valentine's. I just never thought I would be putting up a story that has nothing to do with Valentine's on the 14th, neither that it would be this short. I didn't think it would be a drabble-ish one-shot either, but I guess this is what I get for not practicing on writing longer stories. I guess I'm too lazy. I didn't really bother with checking the grammar or spelling in this either, so if you notice that something is wrong, don't be afraid to tell me - I'd like to get it right, even if it's just a one-shot (but as I stated earlier, I'm too lazy to check it myself).

Great, now my author note is longer than the one-shot...

Disclaimer: Yeah, so... I don't own anything here, except the plot. If there is a plot. Fml.

Recently, it's happened more often than I want to think about. Ever since that final battle against the last kishin-egg, Soul has started to have nightmares. Horrible nightmares that makes him scream, hit and kick things in his sleep. It's been keeping me awake at night. It's not his screams that keep me awake. It's knowing that he is facing fears and horrid creatures alone. My soul trembles at the feeling of him fighting alone, not letting me see the monsters of his dreams.

The apartment is eerily quiet as of now, hopefully for the rest of the night. I crawl underneath my duvet, hiding my head and pull my pillow to my chest and pull my knees up. I love sleeping like this, because it gives me some kind of feeling of protection. When I sleep like this, I feel that I'm protecting my soul and heart, and that gives me a secure, warm feeling. However, ever since Soul started having those nightmares, I don't feel so safe any more. We're connected by soul, after all, so when his soul is feeling something, my soul also get pieces of that feeling.

I close my eyes and try to rest. Whenever a thought that Soul might be having nightmares come up in my mind, I push it to the back of my head, telling myself it's been a long time since last time. Five days, to be exact, a small voice in my head tells me as I try to sleep. After some emptying my head of thoughts, relaxation embraces my body and slumber finally welcomes me. Eventually, the world is starting to turn black, and I can't take in my surroundings any more.

Suddenly, my chest starts to ache, and a scream of horror and desperation fills the air. This makes my senses pull my head out of it's drowsy, half-asleep state. In a swift movement, mostly because of being tired, afraid and caught in the moment, I throw away my duvet and leap out of bed, almost crashing into the door frame after opening the door. I stumble into the hallway. The floor is cold, hard and sharp underneath my warm feet. This urges me forward. I trip as I try to force open Soul's bed room door, but after a little struggling with the handle – and my wobbling legs, for that matter – the door finally swing open in front of me.

I walk abruptly into the room, watching with growing anger at Soul's frantic attempt to get away from his nightmares. His white hair is itching to his damped head – sweat drops are evident on his forehead – adding to the feeling of being helplessly watching. I hate his nightmares. I hate them so much. But right, now, Soul is suffering. I hate watching Soul like this. Moreover, I'm sick of watching him suffer. I want to take part in his dream and kick the creature that's causing this' ass. But I can't, so I have do to something different. I use a few seconds to decide what to do.

"Move over," I order him as I crawl under his duvet, embrace him and shush him down. He's struggling a little, but I can feel his tensed muscles relaxing more and more in the next passing moment. I don't know how long time it took, but he's calm now. I feel his arms wrap around me. When I look up, he's awake, staring down at me with one crimson eye open.
"Maka."
The way he whispers my name is sending shivers down my spine and making my heartbeat speed up. I nod. His voice is husky, and it's making me feel weird.
"Thank God," he whispers as he pulls me closer. I wonder why this feels okay with me? I did crawl into his bed, but only to calm him down. I don't bother to think about it thoroughly, though. Instead, I settle in his arms and sigh in relief. I kind of surprised to find that he does the same.

"You didn't die."

I nod again. I'm starting to have the same feeling I have when sleeping under my duvet with my feet pulled up and my pillow at my chest. In Soul's arms, in his bed, of all places.
"I'm breathing, and I'm worried about you," I inform him, then close my eyes and take in his scent, warmth and kindness. He's gentle as he strokes my sandy blond hair. "So don't have any more nightmares," I demand. I'm welcoming this situation with open arms. I can fall asleep right here, and I won't chop him tomorrow if he's still holding me. Soul is nodding. He is drenched of power, I can feel it, but as sleep is once again welcoming us, I feel this brief connection between our souls becoming bigger, stronger and deeper. My chest swells with happiness. The safe feeling I get in my soul when sleeping under my duvet with my feet pulled up and my pillow at my chest is disappearing. Instead, I feel such a force of courage, protection and love that I'm afraid my soul might burst my chest open and fly away. I open my eyes to look into Soul's eyes one last time. They are shining with the same emotions I'm feeling right now. After that, I feel myself drifting. I welcome sleep happily, clenching to the back of the t-shirt Soul is wearing and cuddling closer to him.

"Sweet dreams, Soul."
"I won't be able to sleep with you in my bed, stupid. Oi, Maka!"

"Shut up and accept it."

"..."

"Yeah, good night."

And after that, Soul stopped having nightmares.

~ Kristina L.

(Yay, L 3 I noticed just now. F*** Yeah, Death Note)