Title: nightcappers
Series: Kyouran Kazoku Nikki
Theme no.: 2. Let x be the value of he who lies beside me.
Character(s)/Pairing: Ginka/Chika
Rating: K
Note: I'm sorry for taking a break in September. I'm awful, but I had to take it. This just means I'll have an extra month in '09!

One day, you'll be ready.

This is the last coherant thought in her head before she drifts to sleep, begins swimming in the vast sea of unconsciousness. It's much to late for open eyes, much to early to be roused from sleep, so she had crept into his room and pulled away his silly purple nightcap, resting on the floor, just content to gaze. Ginichi-san looked so handsome while he slept. The sound of his even breathing slowly lulled her, and soon, she too fell prey to the Sand Man's seductive charms.

For the thousandth time that week, Chika dreamt of Ginichi-san.

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For the first time that week, Ginka didn't dream of Chika.

She was the tormentor of his nighttime thoughts, and he was pleased that, at least for these eight hours, he could be free of her sadistic nature. Chika-chan tortured him night and day, and pure affectionate terror drove him to keep wary of her, even during sleep. This night, all that infiltrated his unconscious thought process was the cutie that had visited the club earlier that day. And, to be honest, it was... odd. In his dream, as he and Handsome flirted back and forth, he could not feel murderous intent prickling his spine. He glanced around continuously. Handsome, at the point of dejection, promptly turned into a flower pot.

She wasn't there. Not at all. Chika wasn't around the corner with a whip, or under the bar with a pair of handcuffs and a rope. She never walked through the door, or yelled at him to be more manly, and she never once glared at him when he rode a whale back home and leapt into Outo-sama's loving arms.

Ginka wasn't a masochist, but, without her constant need for torturing him... he was lonely.

But that was all. He didn't love her, or anything. It wasn't like that. He told her time and time again that it wasn't like that. He liked men, no matter how much she said otherwise. Honest. He knew that one day, she would realize it-- would acknowledge it-- and the torment would stop. She wouldn't beat him anymore. She wouldn't need him anymore. She'd find someone else. Another guy.

One day, that won't bother me.

This was Ginka's second-to-last incoherant thought before he awoke to find Chika in what must have been a terribly uncomfortable position, leaning over his bedsite with only his night hat for a pillow.

The last was, Oh my, Yuuka-chan, your hands have turned into cotton balls!