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Kaito didn’t realize he had fallen asleep with the detective till the nightmare came. Quick and fast. Just an onslaught of blurred images filled with fire, smoke and screams. He was running or had been he could feel it in his legs.
Small twitches racked his body till they sifted into full body jerks. His eyes flew open and fear closed off the scream. Gasping like a drowning man he weakly rose off his friend only to have his shaking arms give and he collapsed to the floor. Curling there he waited for the tremors to subside. Whimpering he wrapped a hand around his throat and wheezed in barely enough air.
It took fifteen minutes before he could breath properly again and another ten for him to raise into a sitting position so he could at least crawl to the opposite window. The sun was barely peeking out from horizon and died the sky in a pale pink light. Sighing he rested his aching head on his knees.
After calming down enough to walk Kaito ventured through the home to the linen closest to grab a blanket and a pillow for the sleeping detective. He covered him and gently ran his fingers through his hair and watched him sleep for a moment. He looked out the window again and could see the sun peek over the tree tops. He was reluctant to go home but he wasn’t quiet ready to talk about his nightmares just yet and he knew that they were showing in his face this morning.
If Hakuba hadn’t been drinking, and he hadn’t fallen asleep in such a comfortably warm position, he would have woken up to the tremors. The movement, the gasping, the distress of the other would have pulled him from his sleep in an instant. But with most of the bottle of wine having lulled him so thoroughly, he only shifted onto his side once the blanket was tucked around him.
Honestly, it was the best sleep he’d had in a long while. A pity that the same couldn’t be said for Kaito.
The morning did have some benefits, though; mostly in the form of Baaya, who was already awake and in the kitchen to prepare coffee and tea. The master would be awake in the next hour, and she always made sure that he had his newspaper and morning coffee prepared for the commute to the metropolitan police station.
She’d noticed that the motorcycle was still outside, and she had seen the two still in the parlor together, but had kept it to herself. As long as the Master didn’t find out, she didn’t mind. If anything, it would be fun news to report to the Mistress later… and endlessly amusing to tease the Young Master about.
