Broken Memories (BoyXBoy)

{4} Stay With Me

A/N: Fluffy chapter for character development! I'll hopefully be around more often to update... I'll try my best!!^^ -Koma

I could hear my nickname through my dream walls. It made my body stir awake, when all I really wanted to do was stay asleep and rest. My mind and body were both exhausted, I needed my sleep.

Aside from the voice- who was most likely Yuma, there was a sharp pain in my neck. It felt like it was burning...

I swear I've felt that pain before. It flashed through me like a bolt of lightning, but only once a month, usually by the ending days. The heat made me sweat and I often had difficulty sleeping.

At least Yuma doesn't mind if I keep him awake. He doesn't like sleeping if I can't, he worries about me way too much.

He'd taken me to the Ë— Doctors many times. They always said the same thing to the both of us.

"It's just your sickness acting up... Take these painkillers, you'll be ok."

At least medicine down in L313 was really good. The pain goes away pretty much instantly. Especially good for my Šæœż syndrome, as the pain could get excruciating at times...

"Kome...!" I snapped awake, groaning as I fell back down onto my pillow. Yuma was laying on my chest, supporting himself with his forearms, his eyes twinkling with concern.

"What? What?" I sighed, lifting my hand to rest in his hair, beautiful red tipped white hair... Beautiful gold eyes. He snuggled closer, frowning softly. Poor baby... I scared him...

"You were making really scary noises..." he whimpered, burying his face into my chest. "I thought you were hurt."

I hummed softly, running my fingers through his soft hair. "I'm alright... Just a bit stiff, hah." I laughed softly, still tired from before.

He looked away, frowning more.

"Sorry for waking you... I know you should probably sleep..." Yuma whispered, gently nuzzling me, his soft tender white wings with the ink dipped feathers spread out wide around me like a warm blanket.

I love wings...

I ran my fingers gently through the bundles of feathers, certainly much more beautiful and unique than angel wings. Weren't the demons the superior species though? Angels fell, broke, whined. We were the alpha, the leaders.

"I wasn't dreaming anyways, it's fine sweetheart." I sighed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his white hair. The red streaks did look pretty, it suited him quite well.

Yuma blushed, nuzzling my chest again. "It's really really REALLY early... You should sleep more..." he suggested, his voice merely a whisper.

"I told you I'm fine." I grumbled, rolling over so that I was now laying on my stomach, Yuma under me. I had my eyes closed, but I could hear a soft surprised squeak, then a few seconds later his fingers brushed past my hair, moving it out of my face.

Precious little baby.

"Why aren't you asleep boo? You should've been asleep hours ago, and I know how you get. Once you're asleep you don't wake up." I nuzzled him gently with my nose, watching him.

He always did this.

If he became too worried in a short period of time, he wouldn't sleep, in fear something would happen to me. But really? I'm fine, the doctors know what they're doing... Even so, I'm not in much pain, nothing he needs to be worried about.