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Awaken, My Dear Kushinada
Kusanagi stirred in his sleep and tried to wake up, but somehow he couldn't. He kept seeing images of Momiji flash in front of his eyes. She had seemed so pale. He couldn't do anything, even though he wanted to run up to her and hold her close.
The nurse watched as he tossed and turned in his bed, and shook her head. He had been this way for about an hour now. She had called the doctor to come and check on him, but she said she wouldn't be able to come and check on him for about another twenty minutes.
The nurse looked up toward the door when she saw Momiji re enter the room. "Oh, miss!" She jumped up and helped Momiji back into her bed. "You shouldn't go wandering around just yet, you're still to weak."
Momiji laid back in her bed and smiled at the nurse, "thanks for your concern, but I'll be fine." She turned her head to look over at Kusanagi, her smile instantly faded at the sight of the man. He was clutching his blankets and frowning. She knew what was going on in his head, and it was frightening to watch such a strong man fall defenseless against his dreams.
Momiji could do nothing for him right now so she closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift back to sleep. Something new was threatening the peacefulness of Japan, and she knew she couldn't stop it alone.
Mai opened her eyes, and looked out the window across the room. It was dark outside. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she was still tired. She looked at all of the machines around her. The little beeping sounds rang painfully in her head. Her entire body ached, and she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now.
She turned her head to her other side. There he was, she had to keep waking up, just so she could see him. He was different, but he still looked the same. Just the sight of him made her remember all the good times, but those were with a different man… it was him, but he was different back then.
It was odd to her at first, when she woke up and saw him sleeping. He seemed so threatening when he was awake, but his face seemed so peaceful in slumber. She strained to move into a sitting position. Her breathing quickened, but she finally managed to sit up. She sighed and swung her feet over the edge of the bed.
Murakumo looked around him, and everything was dark. He knew he was dreaming, but he was confused. Why would he dream that he was in a dark empty room.