A Loving Sleep, a g-gundam fanfic

For SporkGoddess

the one and only… and Almighty

A Loving Sleep
by Jess Angel

I've fallen in love.

In love… with sleep.

Because when I sleep… I dream. And when I dream…

She sings to me.

A beautiful maiden I've never seen - with eyes the color of the skies… the seas. Unfathomable, unreachable blue - eternally shining. With hair, sprinkled cinnamon, brushing upon skin, glowing perfumed peach.

A princess she must be. A queen, maybe… from distance lands… from fairytales. All I know?

She lives in my intangible dreams.

With her song, she beckons me. I come gladly. With her eyes, she possesses me. Don't let me be free.

How can one girl - no, woman - make me so weak? How can I allow it? How… can I want it so badly?

I feel the pull of twilight behind my eyes, and my mind screams, 'Let me sleep! Let me sleep! Please, let me dream!'

But morning still strikes, and I hear the song cease.

The maiden is gone.

And I am left wanting.

A dark-haired man walks about the streets - his destination, the smithy. From first glance, his umber eyes are cold and forbidding, but beneath his façade of pride lies a heart that yearns for the touch of warmth and softening. He nods curtly to those that address him on the street.

"Good luck in the tournament today, Sir Domon!"

"Duel well, Domon!"

"My life's savings is riding on you, Kasshu!"

Domon Kasshu smirked at the last comment. "Lucky for you, Crocket."

There was a yell at his retreating figure. "Hey, I may be rooting for you, but don't get too cocky!"

Wouldn't dream of-"Oof." Domon's eyes darkened with annoyance as a figure collided with chest. "Watch wh-" The sword fighter bit back his brusque reproof.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I should have been paying attention." A young woman with a basket of flowers met his eyes guiltily. "Here. Have a flower free of charge," she added hastily and held out a peach-colored daisy.

She… Domon felt his thoughts scatter in a million directions. It can't possibly…

"…Sir?" The brown-haired woman questioned. The man hadn't answered and was regarding her most strangely. Rain knew she wasn't of his station, him with his black flowing cape and the rest of his richly dressed attire, but he was looking at her as if she didn't belong on the same planet. Feeling suddenly dejected, she turned away. "Excuse me."

"Wait!" A gloved hand grabbed her own and turned her back around abruptly. Their eyes locked once more. The stem of the peach daisy was enclosed in her hand, while his hand wrapped around hers. "Wait." … "Your name… Lady?"

She blushed prettily. "I'm no lady, sir. But my name is Rain. Rain Mikamura."

His brow knit in disapproval. "You are a lady." A rare smile tugged at his lips, and he replied, "All know me as Domon Kasshu."

The woman looked at him stunned then nodded. She had never been treated with such respect from one of his station. He wasn't as rude as she would've expected.

Domon realized his long hold on her hand and released it embarrassedly.

It was her turn to smile. "I am honored to meet you, Sir Kasshu."

"Domon, please."

"Sir Domon."

He looked annoyed again. "Domon. Title is unnecessary," he firmly insisted.

"All right… Domon," she tested the name on her tongue.

He nodded in approval and gently took the flower she had previously offered. "Accompany me."

The blue-eyed beauty raised an eyebrow at the command.

Domon swallowed involuntarily. It had been long since someone had challenged him. But this time, he would not let his temper get the better of him. "I mean… Would you care to accompany me?"

She shook her head at him, amused, then softened. "It would be a pleasure."

He smirked at some inner triumph, and Rain resisted the urge to roll her eyes or start laughing.

Then he surprised her. "Tell me, Rain. Do you sing?"

She smiled shyly.

How had he known?

·:·. Fin..·:·

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
Plato