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We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day.

Chapter 1: The girl from my dreams

"Noel!"

The brunette lay on his bed with an arm across his eyes. Lethargy slowed his every movement. The incessant voice in his ear wouldn't force him to move his arm and face the bright artificial sunlight that sliced across his bed.

"Go away," he muttered quietly.

"Noel! Noel! Noel!" the voice continued, as he felt himself being nudged in the ribs.

Noel rolled over to face the window. The sun effect on the glass was dimmed by his proximity and he could almost see the dark gloom that overcast the sky.

On the street below, a couple walking by was having an animated conversation about the Academy. As one complained to the other that the Academy wasn't doing anything about the chaos, Noel felt indignation rising up like bile. Over the past five years, the Academy had unofficially disbanded. Although that didn't stop people like these two from complaining, they weren't doing a damn thing to help. Yet they expected the Academy to solve all the world's problems.

He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes in disgust. "Die, parasites," he whispered threateningly into his pillow.

"Parasite? What do you mean by that, Noel?" the voice asked innocently.

Sighing, he sat up in bed and looked over to the source of the voice. The beast of my dreams. She has come to haunt me. Kneeling by his mattress was a pink-haired woman wearing a white and pink one-piece dress. Her hair was pulled up in a side ponytail and a pendant necklace hung around her neck. Every detail was preserved. It was frustrating enough that he heard her voice, but did she have to look so perfectly real?

"It means I'm hungry," he said, getting out of bed.

"Oooh, can you make me a Cactuaroni sandwich?" Serah pleaded, her blue eyes widening in excitement.

Ignoring her, Noel made his way downstairs to the kitchen that he shared with Hope. He padded barefoot across the carpet of the living room, where his friend was watching tv.

"You're up," the older man observed with surprise.

"Just thought I'd get something to eat. Want anything?" Noel asked out of courtesy.

"What are you making yourself?"

Suddenly, bounding footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Noel instinctively shot a glance in that direction.

"Cactuaroni! Cactuaroni sandwich-oni!" Serah sang happily as jumped down the last two steps. Then she looked around. "Oh, hi Hope!"

Hope followed Noel's gaze, and then looked back to the distracted brunette. "Uh, Noel?"

Noel shook his head lightly, "Yeah, what did you ask, again?"

"What are you making yourself to eat?"

Again, Noel's midnight blue eyes shifted over to Serah, standing a foot away from him in the living room, smiling shyly. When he realized he had done this, he snapped his head back around to Hope and replied, "Uh, sandwiches."

"I'll have one, too, if it's not too much trouble."

"Sure," Noel said, and hastily retreated through the room into the kitchen.

Alone once more, Hope tilted his head as if puzzling over Noel's odd behavior before turning his attention back to his show.

In the kitchen, Noel sifted through the fridge. His hand pushed the left-over flan pudding and some uncooked souvlaki out of the way to find the Cactuaroni sausages. He also grabbed some mayonnaise, lettuce and hot flabanero sauce.

"No hot sauce on mine!" Serah demanded.

Upon assembling two moderately appealing sandwiches, Noel doused both with hot sauce.

The woman tried to grab the hand holding the hot sauce, but he turned away, pulling it out of her reach. "Nooo, you're ruining it!" she lamented.

Leaving the ingredients on the counter, Noel placed the sandwiches on two separate plates and brought them into the living room. As he handed one to Hope, the silver-haired man lifted the top slice of bread, investigating. "Oh excellent, you added extra hot sauce!"

Noel sank into the couch beside him. "Hm," he grunted in affirmation.

"I'm watching the most interesting program about bees…" Hope was saying as Serah popped her head around the door-frame from the kitchen.

"What about my sandwich?" she asked loudly. Then she strode in front of the tv and sat down in Noel's lap. "Fine, I'll just eat yours!"

His friend was going on about bees and pointing at the tv. Noel attempted to pay attention while trying to protect his sandwich from Serah's grasping fingers. He lifted his plate above his head, and tried to peer around Serah's body to see the screen. The tv buzzed continually. She reached for the sandwich above her and her ample chest was shoved in his face as a result. Getting annoyed after a few minutes of struggle, he shouted at her, "You don't even like hot sauce, remember?"

Hope stopped his explanation about the queen bee mid-sentence and whipped his head around to Noel, who sheepishly lowered his plate back down to his lap.

At the same time, Serah nodded, "Oh, right!" Then she lifted herself off the couch, suddenly exposing a glimpse of her white panties. Hot. It was too hot in this room. Noel's eye rolled backwards as he fainted.

"Noel? Noel!" Hope placed both sandwiches on the coffee table and touched a hand to his friend's flushed cheeks. "Fainted, huh?"


When he came to, there was an ice pack on his forehead and a note on the table:

Went to buy you some vitamins. Drink lots of water. –H

Reluctantly, Noel got up and put the dishes in the dishwasher and put the sandwich ingredients away. He poured himself a glass of water and trudged back up the stairs to his room. Through the open door of his room, he saw her lying peacefully on his bed. The artificial moonlight shone in her hair like a shimmering halo.

My stress… he thought unhappily. It has accumulated and now manifests a human form. But why does it have to be her? And why won't she go away? ... Is it my desire to tell her 'that'? Could I have conjured her because I need to apologize? Am I going insane?

Just then, she snuggled the blankets closer to her body. The act softened Noel's attitude and brought a small smile to his face. Even if she is just a hallucination, I'll take it. He laid down on the couch adjacent to the bed. The girl in his bed slid an eyelid open at the sound of his movements.

"Noel?" she inquired in a sleepy voice.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here," he replied in a whisper. "Go back to sleep."

She smiled and closed her eyes.

Even if she is my imagination… he thought as his mind slowed and his body relaxed. Even if I'm the only one that sees her… his eyelids drooped and closed as he drifted off to sleep. I'm glad she's with me again.


Author's Note: This is a crossover fic with AnoHana: The Flower We Saw That Day. The reason I post it in FF13-2 section is because AnoHana fans would not enjoy it (because the characters from that show will not be mentioned), and very few FF13-2 fans would find this story in the crossover section! I realize that the first chapter reads almost identical to the beginning of the anime - for that I say "I DO NOT OWN THIS" - But the later chapters will carry the same plot but with completely different scenes and dialogue.