http://nomeritsgained.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nomeritsgained.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] thoughtformed2011-08-07 11:01 pm

Mommy needs a Babysitter

Who: All the people he would rather not have in his dreams
What: Kyouya's nightmares are surprisingly adorable.
When: All the always

This dream seems pretty normal. As far as dreams go. Whether you realize it is one or not, the entire experience just seems to feel so mind numbingly normal in the way that only dreams can. How could you question it? Nothing strange here. Not a thing. The setting is an odd and broken scene. A room split perfectly in two, not by a wall but rather by the sudden and abrupt change.

On the left side of the room, what appears to be a rather roomy bedroom. There are two comfortable, posh looking couches in front of a series of tall, open windows. They look very inviting. Behind them a stairway presumably leads to the room where his actual bed is located. The entire scene seems extravagant and welcoming, until you set foot on that floor. A feeling of overwhelming disapproval and dismissal will hit you like a backpack filled with quickly hardening cement. Enjoy your crushing worthlessness under the leering gaze of two shadowed young men and an imposing fatherly figure. Were those gleaming red eyes just then, watching you?

To the right, the wide expanse of the Third Music Room stretches out, a gorgeous vase precariously wobbling on a pedestal, stubbornly refusing to topple. Beyond it there are comfortable chairs and tables, set up for a typical Host Club day. A disheveled and cross looking version of the Host Club's 'Mom' is sitting on a couch, staring intently into the flickering screen of his laptop. He looks exhausted and irritable. You might want to leave him alone. But oh, what's this? Look at all the adorable babies. Toddler versions of the Host Club Members are playing around his feet, unplugging his laptop cord, and crawling all over the couch. Off to one side, an especially cute little blond boy is crying from his upside-down crib prison. A stack of heavy books resting on top of the crib to hold it in place. There is also a small golden puppy pawing at the bars, trying to cheer the poor guy up. Kyouya just seems to get increasingly pissed off with every moment. Man. What's his deal?
just_a_commoner: (cute/huh?)

[personal profile] just_a_commoner 2011-08-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
When Haruhi joined the scene, it wasn't immediately obvious to her that she was dreaming at all. She was chasing the two redheaded babies around trying to pull them away from the table with the vase, as if this was something that she did every day. With a child under each arm, she perked up and looked around. Something wasn't right...

It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't awake and that no matter how fitting the situation, this was not her real life. Though it was oddly appropriate. She then looked over and noticed Kyouya on his laptop, and made her way over to him in her oversized sweater and large glasses. "Kyouya-sempai?"
just_a_commoner: (Default)

[personal profile] just_a_commoner 2011-08-08 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I... I was hoping you could tell me." She looked down to what was unmistakably a toddler version of Haninozuka Mitsukuni and smiled faintly. "This must be a dream... Is this how you really see all of us, Sempai?" She indicated to the two fussy, struggling toddlers under her arms. "As children? Your children?" She laughed, remarking to herself how similar Kyouya and Tamaki were after all.
just_a_commoner: (hm...)

[personal profile] just_a_commoner 2011-08-08 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Finally getting fed up with the twins, she set them on the floor and turned her attention back to Kyouya. "If you say so. It's your dream, after all. Who am I to say what something means to you?" She smiled at him and eyed his laptop. "What are you always writing in there, anyway? Surely balancing budget can't take that much time."
just_a_commoner: (hm...)

[personal profile] just_a_commoner 2011-08-08 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Haruhi looked around the music room, seemingly not aware at this moment of the other half of the room. Or maybe she just didn't care. "I don't know. I just kind of.. ended up here." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, trying to divine a meaning of all of this from the ceiling. "Or maybe you dreamt me here? Maybe I'm not really here." She tilted her head curiously at her senior, "Why would you dream me here?"

[identity profile] downtorest.livejournal.com 2011-08-08 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
There's a small, pale boy sitting near one of the curtains, his knees tucked to his chest. He watches the scene absently, as if he's there just as a mere spectator. The expression that paints his face is one of calm thoughtfulness, as if he knew much more than he was letting on. He could possibly be thinking of ways to get in trouble, or he could just be enjoying the scene of the others doing it without his aid.

[identity profile] downtorest.livejournal.com 2011-08-09 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
The young boy meets his eyes and gives an eerie smile. There's an odd, cold aura that's around him, even though he seems to be fitting right in with his age group. He gets up, as if the eye contact had been some kind of invitation, and floats (seemingly, oddly) across the room with pattering feet and is suddenly beside Kyouya, looking intently at the screen of the laptop.

"Hello, good day," he says pleasantly. "Is this what you're doing?"
growinmushrooms: (puppy face)

[personal profile] growinmushrooms 2011-08-09 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Tamaki does not emerge into this dream as his mature self. Instead, he is a wide-eyed, tow-headed, curious and courteous nightmare. He is filled with a sudden certainty as he sees where he is: he has been unjustly imprisoned in the Bastille! For crimes he did not commit! Only a brave hero like his mother tells him about could possibly rescue him now! D'Artagnan, or Jean Valjean, The Scarlet Pimpernel, or maybe Musashi!

"Okaa-san!" he shouts at the top of his little lungs. "Send Valjean-san to break me out!" He shakes his bars in tiny, impotent fury.
growinmushrooms: (puppy face)

[personal profile] growinmushrooms 2011-08-11 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. The shout becomes a long, drawn-out wail meant to summon his rescuing hero.

"VALJEAN-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"