Just a REALLY small story thing.

I woke up last night after a nightmare, and needed to do something to calm me down, so I wrote this.

Plus, listening to the Dissidia version of 'Over the Hill' helps too.

It cleanses the soul of all darkness that song.

I awoke with a start, shivering all over, trying my damned hardest not to cry. I pinched my cheeks to make sure I was awake. I slinked my way carefully out of bed, trying not to wake it's other occupant. I looked out the window, and the moon was covered in a haze of black cloud. I switched the side light on, sighing in relief when the light overcame the darkness.

"Zidane... Why is the light on...?" I heard Kuja groan.

I got back into bed, unintentionally ignoring Kuja. I was still shivering.

"What's wrong Zidane, are you cold...?"

Kuja got up out of bed to switch the light off.

"No!" I practically squeaked, "Please leave the light on!"

"Oh, I see." Kuja muttered, getting back into bed. "You've had a nightmare, haven't you?"

I nodded my head pathetically. Kuja wrapped his arms around me, and I clung onto him for dear life.

"There there Zidane, it wasn't real..."

I hadn't realised that I had started to cry on Kuja's shoulder. I sniffed and looked at Kuja with watery eyes.

"Come now Zidane, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Kuja got up again to knock the light off. But before I could complain, I felt the bed go down, followed by a pair of soft lips silencing mine.

"Sweet dreams Zidane..."

I really meant small story.

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