Disclaimer: Square Enix and Disney presumably own all the characters in KH, and I don't claim otherwise.

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Dreams

Sometimes, she watches them sleep by the pale light of the full moon and wonders if somehow both of them deserve something more. Sora is usually lost among the bedsheets, tangled up in them, with his pajama shirt riding up to his chest and brown curls plastered to his head and the pillow. He smiles in his dreams, as if they are all perfectly happy, and even in the darkest hours of the night, that simple smile makes her heart grow warm inside. Beside him, curled on one side of the bed, still as a dead man is the silver-haired teen, shivering a little now that Sora's stolen all his blankets. She knows that eventually Riku will turn over and steal them back, then fall asleep again, completely oblivious to the situation.

She knows because she's seen it so many times, through far more sleepless nights than she dares to count. For a change of pace, she stands up from her perch on the window sill and tip toes barefoot around the bed. Past the gently snoring Sora and the innocence on Riku's face, she moves until she's at the foot of the large bed (just a mattress on the floor, really). Gently she tugs the blankets out of the brunet's grasp and straightens them, one at a time. Then, just as cautiously, she tucks both boys in, pulling the blanket around them underneath the light of the moon.

Most nights, the two don't stir, but this night, Sora surfaces from the land of dreams with a goofy smile on his face. He watches her with those wise eyes of his and says softly, "You're up, Kairi."

She nods to him, running a hand through her short, copper curls. "Wasn't tired."

"You stay up quite a bit," Sora says then, softly still though his voice is tinged with worry.

"I just don't need sleep as much as you, silly." She twirls barefoot on the wooden floor, dressed only in her soft, white nightgown. "Besides, the moon is beautiful on nights like this, when the clouds are gone and you can see the stars."

Slowly, the brunet wriggles out of bed and sits on the floor, looking upwards through an open window. Kairi wonders what he'd thinking behind those clear orbs of his. She believes that, like herself and Riku, the blue-eyed boy knows exactly what they've lost and gained. He can feel the push and pull of the tides as much as she can, if not more so, but time has taught him to smile through the worst of days. His light is her anchor, her safety in the maelstrom of darkness. He is her strength, and the girl with the hazel eyes accepts that.

"I wonder what Riku dreams," the brunet says after a time of silence.

Kairi sits beside him on the bare floor. Their bedroom is tiny, and most of the floor is filled up with a single bed meant to fit the three of them, covered by blankets of all shapes and sizes that they've managed to salvage. A single closet holds all their clothes, and there's still some room left over. Two large windows grace the walls, both open to let the cool, night wind into the room.

She closes her eyes and says, "I'm not sure, but I hope he has good dreams now."