Dream a little dream of me -Miraculous Au

Chapter Seven

When I enter the dreamscape, I find it empty, which is unusual. Normally, I stay up late working, so my soulmate is always the one who sets everything up. That's how these things work; the first one asleep designs and alters the dreamscape, and the other one just joins. It's supposed to be like a date, a place to bond before you meet in the real world. But, it's not all sunshine and rainbows, because it's so easy for people to lie and alter themselves here, and it causes trouble in person.

I decide to start setting everything up, which is relatively easy considering I've done this before. It's simple really, whatever you want to imagine, appears. My soulmate must have quite the imagination because he never fails at making this place a majestic oasis. I always feel like I'm in a romantic book when I'm in his worlds.

After some decision making, I finally settle on a grassy terrain with trees surrounding the circle. Right next to the patterned picnic blankets, lies a massive lake, that is so blue and clear, it makes me want to jump right in. It resembles a perfect summer day, unlike the ones Paris has been having lately. The red birds that sing in the faraway trees mimic my sundress that flows in the light wind. The last thing completing my ensemble is my mask, an agreement we made to each other.

I think back to all those conversations we've had, speaking about how the time isn't right for love in our lives, hence the masks. All I know is that he lives in a major city and he may or may not be famous. I don't know his real height, eye colour, or even gender. He could be a she for all I know.

Sitting here, comfortably in the fake sunset, makes my mind start to wonder. Too many things could go wrong when it comes to soulmate stuff. It's a very complicated matter. Since it's too complicated, there's a whole industry fuelled by it; private investigators to help you track them down, agencies sending resumes of all your potential matches, scapers who can teach you the perfect way to build a dream. That's all the light side though, because criminals are ready to do unjust acts for big money. Some of the more infamous ways of business are done by people like the Akumas, which supposedly stands for something , an elite organisation who can enter your dreams and cross over to your soulmates side. If you don't pay them, they hold your soulmate up until the ransom is given, sometimes they even kill them. Very shady if you ask me.

The whole problem with that is that the police can't track down any of them. Not even the low ranks. The head of the Akumas can't be stopped because no one would even know the first place to look. It's not even just a French problem. I heard they have headquarters all over the world, wanting to have a global influence of sort.

It seems as though I'm by myself for hours, watching the birds chirp as they fly in patterns too ever-changing to give a name to, when I see the boy appear in the meadow. He looks at the scenery before running up the hill to meet me.

"I'm sorry I'm late, my lady," He smiles at me, reminding me of a stray cat trying to work it's charms on you. "I had to work late on something."

"We both work pretty late so I'm used to it." I shrug. "Are you really famous though?"

"I wouldn't say I'm that famous, just enough to keep me busy. Seems like you're curious, why won't you just let me tell you?" His green eyes pour into mine from behind his mask.

"I told you. It would just complicate things." I sigh as I fall back on the soft grass. "Especially when you're famous too." He doesn't hear the last part.

"I know you said it's bound to happen in the real world, but why not now?" There's an edge of impatience in his smooth voice.

"It's just..." I trail off. It's just that I feel so unworthy of love right now. It's just that I'm in a dark place. It's just that I need myself more than I need someone else right now. None of these thought have been said aloud yet. I'm too scared of the power they hold.

He seems to pick up on my social cues and changes the subject. We talk about how our weeks were and exchange in small talk. It's comfortable and happy.

"Why were you so early, anyway?"

I pause a second to remember the events of my recent situation. Ouch.

"I hit my head because I ran into someone." I say,
monotonous.

The next thing I hear is a laugh from the sunshine boy, the most beautiful laugh I've heard in a long time. I've never told him this, but it always cheers me up when I hear it.

"I'm sorry for laughing but I'm just trying to picture it." He try's to get out between his heavy breathing and the continuous laughter. The joyful sound makes me laugh too, first slowly then matching his.

There we were, the two of us laughing on the grass until our side's ached. So engrossed in each other's giggles and tangled in each other's arms, that we didn't even notice the other person in the dreamscape.

So the plot thickens.

Love Caitlyn.