It's happening again.

That same damn nightmare.

It won't stop.

Make it stop.

Not again..

Every damned time, the same place, the same start. Always starting at that one moment. Every dream I grow hesitant to look up from the stoney floors.

But I always do.

But.. It's not the same?

I look up from what I thought to be the same nightmare at Marineford. But it isn't.

I thought I would have to see it happen again. But I don't.

Instead, I was greeted by bars, my hands chained. My body twitched from a stinging pain as it seemed to be covered in bruises. Everything was blurry.

What is this?

This isn't it.

What's going on?

I look around, walls of concrete and metal confining me to the cell.

This hasn't happened before. What is happening?

Yells from the outdoors start approaching, screams of agony and death.

Footsteps approached. Everything got dizzier, blurrier, and sounds started blocking off.

Frustrated groans and yells were at the bars, and I was unable to focus, my head nodding off as I slowly slip more and more unresponsive and unconscious.

A frustrated noise sounds, metal breaking. Why am I needing saving? Who saved me?

Hands suddenly gripping at my shoulders, shaking and a worried voice came out.

I try to focus on my unknown savior, but I can't see. Everything gets blurred out.

Until everything goes white.

It's by then that I scream, jolting up from the nightmare and sweating bullets. But it was so confusing to the point could I really call it a nightmare?

Clearer noises are finally heard. The clashing of waves and smooth ruffles of splashing water, creaking of the ship as footsteps become clearer and closer. The door bursts open.

"What happened!? Why the hell did you scream!?" It was only Kid. Who else would tell at this hour? Small tears escaping my eyes, water dripping down my face.

"D-did I wake you all? I'm sorry, I really am. Everything is fine." I apologise, my voice cracked, shaking for an unknown reason. My eyes avoided his gaze as I was unable to look up.

The door closed, footsteps approach closer and closer until my bed creaked.

"Oi, ya sure you're okay?" His voice unusually soft for once. I nod, guilty of lying, but I didn't want to worry him. He scoffed, clearly not taking it.

"Yeah fucking right. Scream in agony when you're alright, cause that's tooootally normal." He joked, giving me a chuckle.

"Really, I'm fine... It's just a nightmare.." I trailed off.

He raised an eyebrow muscle.

"Are you fucking serious? That's what you got me worried about? It better be "scary", at least in your standards, to actually fucking ma--"

"You were worried about me?"

His ears slowly flushed with red.

"No..." I simply nodded. He was hesitant in his word.

"And don't cut me off." He growled like an angry feral dog. Like a small dog, angry, but cute.

Waittt a goddamn minute..

Did I just call this motherfucker cute?

I took a glance at eyes and my eyes immediately snapped away, my cheeks slowly starting to tint a pink tone. Kid looks at me annoyed and confused, which I avoid by burying myself under the covers.

"I'm sorry for waking you Kid.. You can go now." I mutter, my heart beating loudly as I can hear. He scoffed. The bed creaked.

Am I really getting attached?

Biting at my lips nervous of being attached, which was the last thing I wanted, I thought Kid was gonna leave. But he didn't.

Instead, he got up and made his way to the other side of the bed, and laid on the other half of the large bed.

"What are y-"

"Shut up. Mine's messy." He cuts off sternly. I let out a small laugh.

"Alright then.. goodnight..." And I drift off into sleep.

Updated October 26, 2019