A/N Just a drabble I sketched out in 20 minutes. Enjoy

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Dreams

By S.B. Kisses

Sometimes, he dreams of darkness and silence and days blurred dully together. The dreams usually came on days when the Roux-Marlet Orchestra was particularly disagreeable. He tossed and turned, his forehead beaded with sweat as he slept.

Yet, these dreams, these nightmares, were strange and to any other person, nothing particularly horrifying. And yet, to Chiaki, his heart would pound and his fingers would flex with anxiety. A flash of red, an empty piano, a vacant seat in the balcony above the orchestra, the feel of fingers twisting loosely away from his fingertips…then nothing. A feeling of emptiness would invade his senses. He sometimes saw the flash of auburn hair sway and fall.

He'd usually wake up at this point, his breathing ragged and his face flushed. He saw the dim lights of the Parisian street lamps mingled with the soft glow of the moon as it flooded through the pale curtains by his bed. He turned frantically to his right, hands grasping, searching, seeking desperately. Only until his fingers would brush against the warm, smooth skin of her waist would his heart's frantic beating slow.

He moved more closely to her side, placing his hand tenderly into hers as she slept.

"Sh-shinichi", she slurred in her sleep.

He placed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Nodame", he echoed gently back, before falling back into a gentle slumber.

Fin

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