Dreaming Memories (Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader)

Dreaming Memories

The night was still and quiet, quiet compared to where you had come from. There were no sounds of cars or busy people during the late nights. No glare of lights from the houses or the distant halo of towns and cities in the distance. Instead, there was a peaceful calm, a silence that mixed with the gentle sound of the wind and soft chirps of the wildlife. There were no sounds of people, just the night in all its life as the stars shined brightly down at you.

By now you had gotten accustomed to sleeping and rising with the sun without an alarm. Your schedule had adjusted for the time period after being here for so long. Though there were some nights where you could not sleep. Or, to put it more accurately, where you tried to sleep and found yourself waking up in tears.

Bittersweet dreams had woken you up again.

You had dreamt of your family again. It was almost a memory, of spending time together, enjoying each other's company and laughing.

It happened off and on. The nights that you did feel the pang of sorrow and woke up in silent tears, you did your best to try and quiet yourself and prayed to be taken back into a dreamless sleep. All so you did not disturb the peacefully sleeping kitsune beside you.

This night, though, was not one that would allow you to go back to sleep again. You were restless and the sharp stab to your heart seemed to dig too deep to let you lie quietly. The faces of your father, mother, and brothers were fresh in your mind.

That was why you found yourself sitting outside the room on the small balcony, staring out at the garden illuminated by moonlight.

To the best of your abilities, you had tried to remain quiet with your crying. By now it had all subsided to a silent sniffle or two. Tears stained your cheeks, evidence of your silent suffering, and your eyes had long since become puffy and red as they fixed blankly to the scenery before you.

In a short while, you could tell, that the sun would be up, by the telltale signs of the brightening horizon. By then, you assured yourself quietly, you would be put together again and ready for the day. This was something you believed you had to deal with on your own. Call it stubbornness, but you did not want to burden anyone with this problem when some much had been going on already.

Besides, as much as you denied it, your heart was in a fragile state. Why? Because you had made a decision that tore it apart. You were not regretful for what you did but that did not make the pain dull.

You missed your family, who all, no doubt, at this very moment mourned for you. Mourned the loss of you, in a foreign land, not knowing whether you were well or alive. Never to hear from you again, for you to be able to reassure them, you were safe and happy but missed them more than the sky would miss the stars.

That thought caused the pain to well up in a newfound freshness. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and the speckles stars began to blur again. You bit your bottom lip in attempts to keep any sound from escaping as you tried to choke down a broken breath to calm yourself.

It did not help. You only found yourself curling into your body as you tried to hide your soft weeping and sniffling.

There was a gentle touch against your back. If your breath had not been stolen from you already you might have let out a gasp of surprise as you jumped, your body trying to escape the intrusive touch.

You looked up to find a familiar face, one that only showed such softness for you.

Mitsuhide was awake.

A pang of sudden guilt mingled and swirled in with your heartache. He had been up late working again and you had just woken him up no doubt.

"Why the tears, little mouse?" There was that familiar nickname again spoken with such a soft tone.