Letters From The Sky (JoongNine AU)

Chapter 26

Nine

The body heat that embraced me to sleep was gone. The loss of such, caused me to wake up, feeling the cold from the air-conditioner; freezing. With my eyes still partially closed, I felt the other side of the bed, and sure enough, Joong was not there. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked at the time. It was only four in the morning. Where is he? There's no sound or light coming from the bathroom too, meaning he was not in this room.

I left the bed and went to the living room. I could see the door to the small space outside that was facing the city was open, and the curtains were moving fluidly due to the wind. I slowly moved to the space and saw Joong who was sitting down; his back leaning on the other half of the sliding door and looked deeply lost in thought. He must had sensed my arrival, because he was not surprise, and just turned to look at me, smiled and looked back at the city scape. I was confused, but just sat at his side and kept my silence too, looking at the clear sky with only a half moon.

"I must be too crazy about you...", suddenly, a soft mumbling voice was heard from him and caused me to feel more confused than ever.

"Why did you wake up so early? Aren't you tired?", I said and running my fingers along his soft dark hair that matched well with his prominent eyebrows and dark eyes. Joong turned his body and just stared at me, his eyes were wandering to my whole face.

"I wanted to tell you, but I'm afraid that I will sound crazy", he said, unsure, careful.

"Well, try me Joong. You can't imagine all the crazies that come with my work", I said teasingly to ease the obvious worry that marred Joong's face.

"Do you remember, the dream that I'd told you before? My dream family, my friend?". His words caused my heartbeat to start thumping. What is it this time?. I gave him a little nod, so he could continue.

"I dreamed about him again, Nine. After our rest at the river, ah, why did I say rest, it was not that", he said with a little laugh and shook his head, "we were, ermm, doing something...well, naughty...just that and nothing more... and...damn, why are you blushing?". I just shook my head and my eyes drifted from looking at him. The me at that time, was bolder than the me now. I was curious, and had no memory of who I am. That in itself, was a "free pass" for me to try anything...humanly.

"Ermm, if your dream moved to that way, then you should just wake me up...", I said, still not looking up.

"No, that's not what caused for me to wake up", he said and touched my chin to make me look at him.

"Then, what?", I asked sincerely, still in the dark too. Joong had never woken up and leave me alone liked that, without reason. Most of the time, it was me who woke up and left him, to go to work.

"A broken heart...". His words made me understood, that it must be when we confessed, and just hold each other, feeling hopeless, before going back home. "I woke up, crying for the forbidden feeling towards someone that existed in my dream".

"Just...let it go, Joong. It was only a dream". I tried to console him.

"I wanted to, Nine. But this time it was different".

"In what way?"

"It caused me to feel broken hearted still, even when I woke up and saw you in my arms. It felt so real, because the one who couldn't be with me, in that dream...was you". My eyes widen in surprise. My blood ran cold.

Joong

I could see Nine's eyes grew large and then blinked rapidly, whether it was from surprised, or the thought that I was a loony; I couldn't guess.

"That's why I said, I must be really crazy about you. He never had a face or a name, Nine; not before you came into my life. I think dream worked that way, giving you something that your heart desire. And now, I want nothing else but you, so I might have dream about him with both my mind and my heart so full of you", I said while caressing his face.

"If you think it was just a dream, why did you leave the bed, Joong? You are not telling me the whole truth yet". He said while holding my hand that was cupping his cheek. Damn, I forgot that he was a doctor, and always having keen eyes with all my expression. I was really bad at hiding feelings. What I feel always showed on my face.

"Ah, about that. I wanted to cool my head a bit. I was afraid that you would wake up and feel confuse for the reason that I cried. I also want to do some thinking; trying to connect all the dreams that I had over the years. Sometimes, I felt liked it is a long running drama, but, the episodes were scattered. So, maybe if I am able to put it in a sequence, I might understand better, what is it that my heart really is trying to tell me", I said and smiled. I really hope that Nine didn't think that I was not making sense, I wasn't, but still, I wanted him to believe me too. "Hmm, I'm not making sense, am I?". Nine just smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes, but not giving me an answer.

I could feel the coldness on my skin, that was caused by the wind that started to seep under the shirt. I shivered. Nine was wearing something lighter than what I wore, he must be freezing. I stood up and bent down to carry Nine in my arms; he fluttered in surprise. The black satin shirt that he wore sled down to one side, exposing his fair shoulder and collarbone.

"Oh,ho...You're in trouble!", I said while taking a hitched breath. Nine just tightened his hold around my neck and raised himself up a bit to bite my jawline. It stung and also stimulate. "Nope, we both are", he said huskily. We reached the bed, and it was just dawn, but half of our energy for the day already spent well. Lucky Nine didn't have to go to work, or else I might get a smack in the head really hard.

The Sky, Dome of Illusion

Dromiere

I was weaving the pattern that I sense from Areo's head. The pattern was haphazard. That caused my eyes to look at it with wonder. Since when an Angel of Death who always following Order having a messy thought? Interesting! Another mind under my study! My busy hands that was weaving faster suddenly stopped. From the corner of my eyes, another interesting thing happened again.

Joong's was having a dream, yet the same pattern appeared in Nine's lace too. I moved nearer, and put the light silky patterns side by side, the end of each threads, from both, started to creep and link with each other. Oh my! Just as I thought, the patterns were a mirror; and yet to complete. I tried to separate the linked threads, but the ties were already so strong that it sliced the skin on my fingertips; leaving dark blotches that marred the pattern that I was halfway weaving just now and still held; that of Areo's. Oh my!