A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating in a while. Consider this as an apology? Lol, no really though. I'm sorry. I've just been trying to think of where to go with What If I Left?. I want to possibly incorporate mpreg, but I don't think some people would like that. However, I hope you enjoy this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blue Exorcist or Hushabye Mountain.
Rin shot up from his bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. 'It was that dream again'. He brought his knees up to his chest and sat like that for a time.
When that didn't work, sighing, he layed back down on his mattress and stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to calm himself down, but with no success. That dream always seemed to eat at him, and ever since that night he's been dreaming the same dream over and over… Whenever this happened that old fart would help him, but now that he's gone, Rin had been trying to deal with the nightmares on his own.
Rin looked over at his lover who was sleeping peacefully, and he smiled to himself. Yukio always looked so peaceful while he slept. His messy chocolate brown hair, those cute little moles that he knew Yukio hated, and the way that he smiled as he slept; Rin loved it all. He pondered the thought of inconspicuously slipping into Yukio's bed next to him like he had been doing whenever he got nightmares, and half of his brain quickly erased the thought because he knew Yukio would wake up, but the other half told him to just do it.
Being Rin, he listened to the other half and gathered up the courage to get to the other side of the room. He lifted up the covers from Yukio, trying his hardest not to wake him, and began to crawl onto the bed. Rin knew that he failed when he saw Yukio shifting around and opening his eyes. He should have expected this. With all that exorcist training, it was only common sense that Yukio would be a light sleeper.
"Nii-san… what're you doing? What's wrong…?" The younger asked, beginning to sit up. He put his glasses on and looked at his big brother who was cowering under the bed sheets. Yukio figured that Rin must've had another nightmare, so he gathered his brother up into his arms and held him to his chest.
"What did you dream about this time, love?"
"I don't want to talk about it. It was scary." A typical response from Rin. By now, Yukio was used to it. He knew that his brother didn't like to talk about these things, so he never pried, just offered comfort.
Rin nervously cuddled into his brothers' chest, "Will you sing to me?" He knew it was childish, but it helped nevertheless.
"Of course," Yukio kissed the top of Rin's head and began to stroke his navy locks, "What should I sing, love?"
"Hushabye Mountain." Yukio smiled. This was the song that their father used to sing to them when it was their bed time.
"A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting -
waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain,
and your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing -
soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave goodbye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
sail far away from lullaby bay."
Yukio sang the lullaby to Rin, watching how Rin was beginning to fall asleep on his chest; his large blue orbs fluttering closed with every comforting verse. He began to gently rock his lover like a child, kissing him everywhere he could see, and lying him down into the mattress once he was asleep.
Rin unconsciously grasped onto Yukio and cuddled into him. Yukio held him close and kissed his forehead one last time, "Sweet dreams, my love."
They fell asleep comfortable in each other's arms. Rin didn't have any more nightmares after that.