Dreams by Nehan Shinzui

a/n: Sorry for the long wait, but I officially bring you the conclusion. It's sorta short. Drabble actually. :)

Near is considered so inhuman, that most of the children have begun to question if he dreams at all-if sleep is just a temporary shut down. Like a computer. This idea doesn't seem to be so far-fetched for them. What with how robotic the boy is in the first place.

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They are all sitting in the common room when the subject comes up, most of them huddled in the center of the room, while Near sits off in a corner by himself, shifting the puzzle pieces together.

Matt has had a particularly strange dream just the other day and it has bugged him for awhile.

He has dreamt he was flying(and that's very cool, after all who wouldn't want to fly?) when he is suddenly being chased by men in black, feathery suits who wear glasses. The farther he gets from them, the closer they are and no matter how hard he tries he cannot get away from them.

Mello tells him he has played too many video games.

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Linda dreams of the world in technicolor.

They are dancing in the grass, but she isn't sure who they are. The wind feels cool and she is laughing when she hears her brother's voice. She turns around to face him, but her face crumples in terror.

Nobody knows what to say to that.

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Mello's dreams are not so subtle.

He is speeding away on a motorcycle, the wind blowing furiously in his face when the ground beneath him suddenly opens up. He expected hellfire and brimstone, but he is only in a golden bowl. A trophy.

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In an attempt to be neutral, Linda proceeds to ask Near what he dreams about.

"Don't bother." Mello mutters, and Matt, always faithful, gives a small nod of agreement.

"We all dream about something." she insists. Near simply gives her a blank look.

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After awhile, dreams seem to become the new kink at the orphanage and everyone is breaking into discussion, the topic spreading like a virus. Most of them are hectic, a reflection of the stress these poor children go through. Soon, after everyone has figured out that Near is the only one who hasn't confessed, people are lining up at his door, demanding answers.

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"I had a dream, that my whole life was a silent movie." Ruvie tells them one night when things have gotten particularly noisy. "It was beautiful."

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Eventually, it has become apparent that Near has no intention of breaking down. The old doubts come up that Near even could dream. Certainly nothing interesting or important.

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Near goes to sleep that night, and the dream comes to him again, the faintest whisper in an endless block of white noise.

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Her smile is radiant and she is the only thing that consumes his vision, like the sun beaming down on him. Her face is covered in shadow, but he can see her smile gleaming at him. Her soft hands hold him tightly and her voice is like that of an angel as she sings to him.

Mother.

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a/n: Oh, boy. Well, that's that. Nearly forgot about this story, but I wanted to finish it, and this is the only one I could think of that would make sense to me. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this story, and I'm so happy to have finally completed it.

Nehan Shinzui