The Dream Card's Gift: Chp 4

Chapter 4
Unlike the last time he slept Peruru couldn’t remember what he had dreamt about, but it hadn’t been much better then his last dream. For the last time he dreamt he relived a moment he wished never happened but now, even though he couldn’t remember it, he felt empty and scared. Opening his eyes, a stray tear fell down his face.
“What’s the matter? Are you in pain,” asked a female voice as a soft cool hand wiped away the tear and then pressed itself onto the fairy’s forehead.
Not recognizing the voice, Peruru turned to it and saw a women with long dark silverfish-gray hair and warm green(?) eyes, wearing a yellow dress and had soft yellow angel wings. She was also somewhat transparent… Peruru had never seen a spirit before.
“Am I dead?”
The women giggled, slightly covering her mouth with the hand she had first used to feel the boy’s forehead.
“Of course not. You won’t die from a burnt ankle and a torn wing.”
“And dreamer’s aren’t supposed to be able to see me in their dreams,” added Peruru as he slowly sat up. Looking down at himself, he realized he was wearing a large worn-in T-shirt and a pair of gray pajama pants that were slightly too big for him. This also must have meant he changed into his human form if they were able to change his clothes, and since he could no longer feel his wings. The feel of his now roundly curved human ears against his fingers confirmed his suspicion.
Pulling back the covers of the bed he had been placed in he looked at his properly wrapped up ankle and wondered how long he had been asleep for, since it wasn’t very bright in the room he was in.
“My Sakura is no ordinary dreamer,” said the woman with a gentle smile.
“So you’re her Mother,” questioned Peruru, moving so his legs hung over the side of the bed as he faced her.
“I was. I died when she was very young,” said the woman.
“I never knew my mother either,” said Peruru. Or my father for that matter. The only family I’ve ever known was Onii-san.
“But you’re Mother is with you as we speak,” said the woman.
Before Peruru could question what the woman meant by that the door began to open, filling the room with light from the hallway.
Instinctively Peruru turned towards the open door, to be greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Sakura, holding something tightly to her chest. Her nervousness only served to make him more nervous, and it didn’t help that they were alone together.
“Good Morning,” Peruru forced himself to choke out.
Taken by surprise by the greeting, Sakura quickly shouted a nervous greeting in return, which only made Peruru move further away from her out of surprise. Seeing this, she gathered her courage and held out the items she was holding.
“I washed these for you!”
Looking at the items, Peruru realized they were the clothes he wore while in his human disguise. He could see his red pants and vest, his white shirt and assumed his socks were somewhere in between these items and he sincerely hoped his underwear were not among them, for he couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing then a girl seeing his underwear. He could also see that Sakura wasn’t going to give him his clothes unless he took them from her.
Slowly standing up, Peruru was slightly surprised to find that his ankle didn’t hurt very much but he assumed it might have been more of Sakura’s magic. He walked until he was facing Sakura, held out his hands to take his clothing and gave her the biggest smile he could manage, which he assumed was pretty small due to the situation at hand.
“Thank you.”
Not able to help herself, Sakura sniffed as her eyes began to water.
“It’s the least I could do after I… I…”
Tears began to fall from Sakura’s eyes.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I mean I did attack you, but I’ve never had to fight a person like that before! Before it was only sealing cards and transforming cards... There was Eriol but that wasn’t really a physical fight and all I usually had to do was attack a card and they’d be healed once they were sealed. Not that you’re a card but-”
“Dreamer Sakura-san,” interrupted Peruru, placing a his hands on the girl’s shoulders. “It’s alright. I understand, you were just trying to get your friend back, which I don’t even understand how I could have her. I don’t even understand what your cards are, or why I appeared in your room when you woke up… Maybe I should explain what I am first? I’m a Guardian of Children’s dreams from the land of Elysion.”
“ELYSION!”
Both Peruru and Sakura jumped as little Kero, with a bandage around his head, suddenly flew out of his little bedroom in Sakura’s desk drawer and into their faces.
“Well,” Kero questioned, moving closer to Peruru’s face.
“Yes,” Peruru stammered in reply.
Kero backed off, and looked thoughtful for a moment. He then looked up at them with a serious expression.
“Sakura-chan?”
“Yes?”
Kero smiled.
“I want pancakes for breakfast!”
“KERO-CHAN!”
Peruru looked around for the women, to seek advice on how to handle the situation, but she had vanished.

After Peruru had gotten dressed, after realizing that he had slept in Sakura bed and gotten thoroughly embarrassed by it, he joined said girl and her strange living plushie downstairs in the kitchen.
Upon seeing the fairy, Sakura softly smiled at him.
“How many pancakes do you want?”
At first Peruru had assumed pancakes were flat cakes but now hearing that he could eat more then one made him realize that he was mistaken, for no one could eat more then one cake at a single sitting.
“What are pancakes?”
Both Sakura’s and Kero’s eyes visibly widened in disbelief.
“You’ve never had pancakes,” asked Sakura.
Peruru shook his head, again blushing from embarrassment.
As Kero began to rant about how delicious pancakes were, and how no one should go through life without them, Sakura simply smiled.
“We’ll start you out with just two and you can have more if you want, okay,” Sakura more stated then asked as she put said amount on a plate and onto the table for him. “Would you like some milk?”
“Sure,” replied Peruru softly.
Sakura smiled brightly at Peruru and he couldn’t help but smile brightly in return.
“What’s this monster? Plan on poisoning him now,” questioned Touya, upon entering the room.
“I wouldn’t poison anyone,” shouted Sakura. “And I am not a monster.”
“A monster is a monster and a monster’s cooking tastes like a monster’s cooking,” teased Touya, reaching for a fork to eat the pancakes on the table.
“Onii-san those aren’t for you,” shouted Sakura, her arms flying wildly about her.
“Fairy, come here,” Kero said as he floated by the kitchen counter.
Doing as told, Peruru moved to stand by Kero’s side.
“Are you Yume’s son,” asked Kero.
“Yes,” said Peruru, wondering how the plushie knew his mother’s name.
“Interesting,” said Kero, flying further into the kitchen, away from sight.
A new round of shouting, by Sakura, brought Peruru’s attention back to the one-sided fight. He watched the strange dreamer yell at her older brother, almost seeming to shrink in size as she did so, and the equally strange, but kind, older brother as he simply starred down at her as she yelled.
I don’t really understand anything that has been happening around here but… I don’t think I’ll mind spending more time with these people,” thought Peruru, a soft smile gracing his lips.