Prompt: 051 ~ Dreams May 2011©
Fandom: LM.C
Focus: Maya x Miya
Word Count: 1,991
Fandom: LM.C
Focus: Maya x Miya
Word Count: 1,991
For
this particular stop on the tour, LM.C’s accommodations were tight, far tighter
than usual.
The room they’d been given was nice; five stars, classy and elegant, and nice and spacious enough for anyone. However, it was a room, just the one, for all four of them. Maya and Aiji in one bed with the girls in the one closest to the window. That is, if Maya had been sleeping, the girls would have been the people closest to the window. As it stood, Maya was currently not-sleeping and was sitting with his feet kicked up casually against the window's glass as he sucked on a strawberry lollipop and looked out over the nighttime city scape, trying not to think about tomorrow. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that hard to avoid thinking about the impending doom that towered over him, coming to destroy his universe in just more than 15 hours. He’d gotten as used to the horrid, unending sensation of the-night-before-a-big-show, but still, this night was easier than others. It wasn’t like the nights he’d spent alone with Aiji on tours past. Then he’d struggled with this awful insomnia as Aiji had slept peacefully. He’d been the only one up and that made the distance between waking and sleeping seem greater and made the guilt of being up, of exhausting himself, and of possibly ruining their performance all the harder to bear. But this time he wasn’t the only unsettled sleeper. Miya was still technically asleep, but she was tossing and turning in such a way that made Maya’s worries of being the only one unable to sleep fade completely. As Maya was looking out over the city far below, her disquiet sounds were almost comforting to him in a deep it’s-not-just-me way. Maya’s attention was called away from the window in bits and pieces as Miya’s restlessness evolved. Beside Miya in the luxurious bed, Haruki seemed to be trying to comfort her best friend. All her attempts were serving to do was put Haruki in the line of fire from Miya’s unsettled kicks. Smiling softly at the unconscious attention, the ingrained sweetness that didn’t leave Haruki even when she was utterly asleep, Maya decided to help their little drummer. He stood slowly, moving with the quiet, heavy energy of an insomniac. Carefully, with his lollipop clamped firmly between his teeth, Maya lifted Haruki into his arms and gently transferred her to the empty spot in the bed beside Aiji. They duo might be a bit surprised in the morning, but Aiji usually woke up early enough to make him the only one Maya would need to smoothe things over with. They were cute together anyway. Especially as Haruki nestled into the covers with her head almost touching Aiji’s, her face relaxing dramatically from the worry it’d worn near Miya into complete calm and contentment. Maya watched the two of them sleep for another long moment before he went back to his seat at the window. His eyes were caught by Miya’s movements and he thought briefly about waking her up. He decided against it quickly though, she wouldn’t appreciate the gesture, no matter what sort of dream she was having. She was a lot like Maya in that, which is why he was so certain that she’d want to finish the dream, no matter how unpleasant or scary. Because dreams were just as real as life to the dreamer and having the world cut off before it’s time, even if the dreams weren’t good experiences, left everything feeling sharp and bitter. Suddenly, Miya shot up in bed. A well contained half-screaming gasp exposed the practice she’d had as a chronically troubled sleeper. Maya could relate. As Miya spent the next several seconds trying to calm herself down by sheer force of will, Maya pulled his lollipop out of his mouth with a quiet pop. “Sa.” The gesture of handing the candy sphere over, nearly made Miya jump out of her skin. She hadn’t been expecting anyone else to be up, and she certainly hadn’t been expecting them to intrude upon her moment of terror. “It makes things better,” Maya said quietly, holding the lollipop a bit closer to her. “Not easier, but better.” Eyeing it suspiciously, Miya mentioned, “I didn’t peg you as being so sentimental.” Maya shrugged. “Why are you up?” Miya asked in a hush. She looked to him with a renewed focus, and sighing she took up his offered lollipop and pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. “Can’t sleep.” “Why?” “No reason.” They were quiet for a moment, Maya looking back out the window and Miya looking over at Haruki and Aiji. “Let’s go.” “Hm?” “Come on.” “Nani?” Miya was grinning now. “If you ever want to see your ChupaChup again, you will come with me.” She winked at him and leapt with admirable silence from her bed. She dashed out of the hotel room with the same speedy and surprising silence as Maya followed close behind, confused, but up and running regardless. “Where are we going?” Maya asked, chasing Miya into the elevator. “I’m hungry.” “And you had to drag me along?” “I’m bored!” Miya replied gleefully. Maya rolled his eyes. Then he asked, “What are you wearing?” Miya looked down at herself, then at her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored walls. “Apparently, I’m wearing a very girly tank top with shorts that actually match. Was I wearing this when I went to bed?” “I don’t think so.” “I'm pretty sure I was sober last night . . .” Miya mused. “Is it Haruki’s? Miya shrugged. “I sorta hope so. But it doesn’t matter, come on,” she said as the elevator doors rolled open and she charged out. She raced ahead of Maya with bare feet in the lacy pink shorts and frilly tank top that didn’t seem like hers. She looked back at Maya as she ran, taunting him with his lollipop in hand. Maya shot after her, wondering how the crazy girl could have so much energy. Even he was a bit lethargic in the middle of the night, and she’d only just woken up from some sort of horrible nightmare. Miya ended up interrupting his thoughts as she skidded to a stop outside a convenience store. “Cheetos.” Stealing back his lollipop as Miya was distracted with the bright orange bag of snack food she’d suddenly realized her craving for, Maya asked, “Did you happen to bring any money?” “Of course!” Miya chirped. She slipped two fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled out a credit card with all the flashiness of a magician. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Maya asked, surprised. Stealing the lollipop back, Miya replied, “You have a safety pin through your eyebrow.” “But you have a credit card in your hip.” “Well, did you bring any money?” Maya patted at the pockets on his sweat pants. No wallet, no cash; he didn’t even have any spare change. Miya grinned triumphantly. Without skipping a beat, Maya twirled the stolen lollipop around in his fingers. He popped it into his mouth as he waltzed ahead into the convenience store saying, “Your treat then.” “In your dreams, loser,” Miya replied, flipping the hood on Maya’s sweatshirt over his head as she darted past him. The kitty ears on the hood flopped over his eyes and Miya laughed as Maya batted at them. She grabbed her Cheetos with a graceful not-quite-fall as Maya tripped her. “Come on! At least buy me something to drink and a new lollipop! I came all the way out here with you,” Maya complained. Miya thought about it for a second. “You’ll owe me a favor,” she warned. Crunching down on the remains of his lollipop, Maya responded easily, “Deal.” Two cans of sweet tea, a bag of Cheetos, half a bag of ‘mystery flavor’ lollipops, two strawberry Kit-Kat bars, a packet of pop rocks, and a small roll of bubble wrap later, Maya and Miya found themselves seated under a streetlamp on a low wall outside their hotel with orange fingers, blue tongues, and happy smiles. They were laughing maniacally for more than an hour straight as they worked through their midnight picnic. Maya was glad to see such an easy expression on Miya’s face, after seeing her wake up from her nightmare Maya had discovered that he’d actually been rather worried about her. In the elevator on the way back up to their room, a bit of that worry resurfaced. Miya had stolen Maya’s latest lollipop and as she was sucking on it quietly, her eyes fell to the floor and that unsettled expression Maya had only seen once or twice before while she was awake. It usually flashed over her face in brief snatches, but this time it stuck around for a moment. “Thanks for coming out with me,” she said quietly. Maya stole the lollipop back, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. “Does that count as my favor?” he wondered. “No.” Miya’s quick response and light laugh settled quickly back into the almost solemn hush of before. “But really, thanks.” After a moment, Maya pulled the lollipop from his mouth. Twirling it around in his fingers, he said, “We all get bad dreams. Even if some people are chasing down a miracle, we all got as far as we have because we’re running away from something we don’t want to catch up to us. We’ve got to stick together, you know?” “Are you always so poetic at two in the morning?” “Well somebody has to be,” Maya replied, sticking the lollipop back in his mouth. “Lyrics need to be written eventually, right?” He winked at her as the doors pulled apart and let them out on their proper floor. He paraded ahead with his usual cocky confidence until he reached their room. Staring at the door, he tried not to wince as he asked Miya, “You don’t happen to have a room key tucked inside those shorts of yours?” “Oh, shit.” “I’m guessing that’s a no,” Maya huffed. He leaned up against the wall beside the door. “You can try waking Aiji up if you want, but I’m not going to be responsible for your injuries.” Leaning up beside him, Miya added, “And if you wake Haruki up, I will personally kill you.” They sighed in sync and slowly let themselves slide down the wall to the floor. It was beginning to seem like they would need a boatload of extra energy drinks to get through the upcoming day of rehearsals and then the night’s impending concert. Usually, they were able to get some sleep the night before a show, even Maya. Or maybe they wouldn’t need the extra Monsters, Maya mused. Sitting down with Miya in the brightly lit hotel hallway, he felt twice as relaxed as he ever had in the hours of listlessness in the darkness and soft cocoon of a bed. It was a cozy feeling beyond the basic comfort of luxury. “Maya’s warm.” Miya’s mumble woke Maya from his doze to find that she’d slumped against his arm at some point as they’d been drifting off. Being in shorts and a flimsy tank top, so far from her usual get-up of long pants and a hoodie, the LM.C support member even looked cold in the chilly air-conditioning of the hallway. With a quiet laugh at the cutesy mumble of the distinctly non-cute Miya, Maya shifted to put his arm around her shoulders so that his sweatshirt wrapped around them both. It wasn’t terribly warm, but it was better and Miya snuggled up to Maya to make the most of the added warmth found in bodily contact. She laid her head on Maya’s shoulder and he whispered instinctively, “Sweet Dreams.” Then Maya settled his head on top of hers and fell into the soundest sleep he’d ever experienced while on tour. Any questions that came in the morning could be answered then, for now it was nice to simply drift through a world of pleasant dreams. ♡♥Finite♥♡ |