[Dream|Week 30, Day 6, early morning] And now for something completely different!
Two young-looking boys, running hand in hand, through what looks like a long hallway. Though one has black hair and one blond, they look quite a bit alike, even their laughing expressions. Looking at them, one would never guess that they're teenagers, or that their history (or their future) hold many dark things.
No, these two children, one golden-eyed, the other mismatched gold-and-red, seem to be running forever down a bright corridor, laughing and calling out to someone behind them.
"Come on, Elliot, you have to run faster if you're going to catch us!"
And here comes the third member of the little party, hurtling after them on much shorter legs, crying out and waving around what looks like a wooden sword.
"Come back here! I'm not through with you yet!"
The little one isn't laughing, not in the least, but the older boys glance at each other and burst into giggles at that, so busy being amused that they find themselves slowing, just enough.
And it doesn't take long at all for the younger boy to take advantage of that, to go flailing up close enough, to smash right into them, sword swinging.
"TAKE THAT! AND THAT! AND THAT!"
And there's nothing but brilliance and childish glee and the whack of wood against skin as the three roll around.
~~~
The scene shifts, and suddenly the blond-haired boy is a man, and he's standing in a room that's familiar to anyone who has been in the ryokan. The room is decked out for an event, the piano is playing, and Vincent is standing in the middle of the floor, hand outstretched, waiting for someone to take it.
And then there's that black-haired boy, grown taller than his brother, tall and handsome and... nervous, obviously quite nervous.
And this isn't quite how it happened.
But it's a dream, and so in the dream the dark-haired man comes running straight up to his brother, and takes his hand, and they spin about delightedly on the dance floor, and the laughter?
It's those same childish tones, from all those years ago.
And the young man playing the piano, with the blue eyes and the eyebrow quirked at his older brothers' behavior... why he's that same sword-wielding little boy, of course.
~~~
The kitchen is obviously that of a restaurant, not a home, but the person using it at the moment is not a professional. He's a little blond-haired boy with blue eyes, covered in flour and rolling more and more ingredients into what looks like some very questionable dough.
There's no laughter. The child is quite serious in his task, but the two adults watching - one looking like an older copy of the boy and the other Vincent himself - are casting amused looks at each other, covering mouths to stop laughter.
Then the bread's in the oven and cooking, and Vincent is sweeping the boy off his feet and spinning him around to 'celebrate', and then handing him off to Yuui cheerfully, and...
There, coming from the grown man's mouth, there's that same childish laugh that's been there all along.
[Vincent wakes up giggling, alone in his bed, hands clasping his pillow to him.]