Dream Kiss

-.-.-

The first time had been in his mind. Or memories. Or whatever it was.

But it wasn't real. He knew that.

"Miharu, would you go get some more cabbage? We seem to be out..." He nodded, his grandmother was sure to have seen.

His second time, he knew his second time. He had felt it in his fingertips. A stinging tickling prick that hurt more than anything else. It was under the moonlight, where the warmth of the day was still lingering.

It was comfortable.

It wasn't real. And he knew that too.

The shopkeeper handed him his plastic bag full of leafy greens.

"I wonder what..." He started and stopped. He looked around and no shadow was there, no beige hat, and leather gloves standing out in the dark. No sad eyes that refused to be sad yet shined more brightly then the moon.

His third time. His fourth time. His fifth time and every time after and even up till now was memorized and replayed.

His lips were cold. Probably.

But maybe they were warm? Doubtful. He was always cold, even with that heavy black coat.

He would make the move first. Lifting his heels, pursing his lips, and closing his eyes. He wouldn't look.

And they would touch, because Yoite wanted him too.

-.-.-.

- I just finished the anime, these fanfictions will be for my rehabilitation.