In the Meantime. (MattXOC Death Note Fanfic)

That Dream

     It was about two weeks after they'd returned from Japan but the images that Guess had when she nearly died just wouldn't fade from her mind. They quickly became a reoccurring nightmare that eventually could remember every detail of. Still, though, she didn't have any idea what relevance these memories had to her. Waking up every morning and it was the first thing on her mind. If it wasn't for Matt, she doubted she'd be able to cope. The sea of blood flowing from that woman's head and the man's neck, the stench of death was so real, it was hard to believe that she'd never experienced it before. What she also felt first hand was the excruciating pain in her side as she watched her blood seep through her fingers. The rough and sharp stones of the pavement stabbing into her feet as she walked... If it wasn't for Matt, she wouldn't have coped. Full stop. He was always there for her and all her fears and troubles seemed to melt away and become a distant memory when he was around, be it through the simple touch of the hand, or a passionate kiss, the pains were all gone: he was there, that was all that mattered.
     It was two weeks after her near-death experience that all became clear, though it wasn't her dreams or deductions that guided her our of the labyrinth. After waking up during the night unusually early, Guess had an unexpected visitor.
     "Dammit... That dream again..." Guess mumbled as she rubbed her temples.
     "These dreams, what do you think they are to you?"
     Guess jumped, "W-who's there?" she asked, sitting upright, eyes darting around the room, looking for the voice's owner.
      "Only me." As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a blue ghostly figure hovering just slightly off the ground.
      "Kensou? God, you freaked the shit out of me!"
      "Sorry, would you like a minute?" he smirked.
      "W-what?" Guess paused, "Oh, for God's sake! It's just an expression." she pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes and sighing. Kensou chuckled in the corner. "What is it that you want, anyway?"
       "I don't want anything but you do, don't you?" Guess raised an eyebrow. "Answers. I think I have a few that might help you, though I can't give you the full story."
       "Why not?"
       "You'll see. For the record, I'm sorry."
       "Sorry for what?"
       "Your parents."
       "My parents? You're not making any sense! I don't even remember my parents, at least, where they went..."
       "You do, Yuri. You remember very well. In fact, you dream about it every night." Tears lined the bottom of her eyes as she came to terms with what the Shinigami was saying.
       "You mean... That's why everything is so real? It's not just some random nightmare... They're... memories?" Kensou nodded. The tears spilt from her eyes, running around her cheeks and dropping onto the sheets from her chin. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her sobs.
       "I just hope that now that you know, they'll stop. That's why I told you." With that, Kensou left, phasing through the door. Guess pulled her knees into her chest, a hand still firmly clasped around her mouth.
        "Guess?" There was a knock on the door. "I'm coming in, okay?" The door slowly creaked open and Matt stepped in, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry," he said sympathetically.
        "Y-you know?" she hiccuped.
        He shook his head as he approached the bed. "Kensou offered to tell me but I'd rather you tell me when you're ready. All I know is that you remembered how you became an orphan."
        "M-my parents..." she continued to stutter. Matt sat beside her, one leg dangling off the bed. Guess launched herself into him, wrapping her arms around his torso and crying into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her by stroking her head gently. He stayed with her until she fell asleep and after, spending the rest of the night by her side.