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Missing Scenes #2
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: This was intended to be in Rejection, but I somehow forgot to add it in. Rather that go back and edit it in, I decided just to put it here.
Nightmares
Even was deep in his dreams when he heard a soft sound that did not belong. His dream self ignored it, but his conscious mind seized upon it, and a second later, when it was heard a second time, he positively identified it as a sob, a very soft one. Even tried to stay in the dream; his dream self was in the midst of a great scientific breakthrough, but the sob was heard a third time, and then a fourth. It was then that he realized who exactly was crying, and that knowledge began to wake him up.
He opened his eyes and sat up to find himself in his darkened bedroom, in the twin sized bed that he had been sleeping in, and a quick look at the larger bed showed Xehanort lying in the center of it, deep in the throes of some kind of nightmare. His body was tense, he had the blankets in a white knuckled grip, and his face was twisted with pain and wet with tears. A keening wail sounded in the room as Even threw the blankets back and got up.
He quickly walked the short distance between the beds as Xehanort's entire body jerked, and he arched his back and wailed as if in great pain as he spread his legs far apart. It didn't take much to figure out what he was dreaming of, and Even sat down beside him and reached out for him.
"Xehanort," he called as he gently shook him "Xehanort, wake up. You're having a nightmare." Xehanort flinched away at the touch and sobbed in terror as Even shook him again, harder this time. "Xehanort, it's alright. Xehanort, wake up."
Xehanort was startled awake, and he sat up in bed and looked around the room with wide, wild eyes for a moment before he looked at Even. The blond watched as the fear and terror slowly faded from Xehanort's brown eyes, to be replaced with recognition and relief. "Even?" Even nodded and smiled, and Xehanort burst into tears and threw himself into his arms.
"Were you dreaming about Braig again?" Even asked as he rocked Xehanort and stroked his hair. Xehanort nodded. "Do you wish to tell me about it?"
Xehanort shivered and didn't answer for a long moment, but then he began to speak in a quiet voice. "You left me alone in here, and Braig came in, and said that you had left me and no one was going to stop him from doing what he wanted to me. Then he pushed me down on the bed and he... r...r..." Xehanort struggled to say the word; for whatever reason, he just had a difficult time voicing it. "He hurt me, and you weren't there, and no one came, and... and." He dissolved into tears again and laid his head on Even's shoulder, and the Senior Apprentice held him and allowed him to cry himself out.
"I will never leave you, Xehanort." Even said quietly over the younger's cries "Braig will never hurt you again as long as I am here. Do you understand? I promise that I will keep you safe." He crooned soothingly to Xehanort for the next several minutes as the younger gradually quieted, and he smiled slightly when he realized that Xehanort had fallen asleep in his arms.
He carefully laid Xehanort down in the center of the bed and covered him with the quilt, but when he tried to stand up and go back to his own bed, he realized that Xehanort still had a hold of his pajama sleeve. He gently pried the younger's fingers off of the fabric, but then Xehanort whined and refused to let go of his hand.
He rolled his eyes. "Let go, Xehanort. I need to go back to bed." He tried to pull his hand away, but Xehanort whimpered and wouldn't relinquish his grip. He sighed. "The things I do for you." Stretching out, he grabbed the extra blanket from the foot of the bed and laid down on the quilt beside the younger apprentice. It was chilly in the castle, and he really wanted to be under the heavy quilt, but he didn't want to accidentally frighten Xehanort, and the rumors about the two of them were bad enough without a servant catching them sleeping under the same blanket in the same bed. Granted the servants always knocked, but Even didn't want to take the chance. He covered himself with the blanket and tried to relax and go back to sleep. "You had better be grateful that I love you, you know." he grumbled under his breath, and his grumbling turned to an exasperated sigh when Xehanort inched over to him and snuggled close.
He gently smoothed down Xehanort's sleep tousled hair and admitted to himself that it was... nice to know that Xehanort trusted him so much. He doubted that the younger would have curled up so contently next to Aeleus or Dilan. And he looked so peaceful with face relaxed and his body still, a rare sight indeed.
They were not going to be making a habit out of this though.
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