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*pokes* revive, oh wonderful fic community! :C

Hello everyone! ^^ New to LJ and hoping to contribute to w-inds. fic communities...which seem to an endangered species D: I come armed with uber fluffy ot3 drabble, starring crybaby!Keita :3 I'm afraid that I might have overdone the fluff/sap, but plz to be reading anyway? *puppy eyes*
Title: Sandwich
Pairing: ot3 :D
Rating: G, light PG for snuggling/Ryuichi's antics? lol
Summary: In which Keita is a crybaby, Ryohei is the source of comfort, and Ryuichi pops up out of nowhere.
Note: Set in chibi time period (2001-2003), I can't imagine the present Keita like this XD sorry for any ooc-ness.

“Ryohei?”

            The tentative voice carried across the dark room, followed by a soft knock.

            Ryohei rolled over sleepily and glanced at the clock. Two in the morning. He sighed.

            “Come in.”

            His bedroom door opened slowly, and Keita’s head poked through the narrow opening. “Ryohei, can I sleep with you?” His eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

            Ryohei motioned with a jerk of his head for Keita to come closer, and he watched as his friend hurriedly padded to his bed.

            “Doushita, Kei-chan?” Ryohei questioned softly as Keita crawled under the covers next to him. He could feel him shaking.

            “Bad dream…” he whimpered, a tear sliding down his cheek.

            “Hush, Keita, don’t cry,” Ryohei soothed, hugging him tight as Keita sobbed into his shirt. Ryohei stroked his hair. “What was the dream about this time?”

            Through his frantic sobbing, Keita managed to choke out, “w…w-inds….breaking…breaking u-up…”

            “Oh, Keita…” Ryohei sighed. “You know that’s not gonna happen.”

            “I…I know, i-it’s just, I…”

            “Shh, take it slow, Keita. Calm down,” he murmured.

            This was certainly not the first time Keita had come to him crying. Ryohei knew that his younger bandmate put too much stock in his dreams, causing them to become real possibilities in his mind.

            Keita, for some reason, always seemed to search for Ryohei instinctively. Ryohei figured Keita was soothed by his normally-calm demeanor. And Ryohei, being the softie that he was, could never turn away from a pathetic-looking Tachibana Keita. As a result, Ryohei was a seasoned veteran when it came to dealing with Keita’s numerous night disturbances.

            “I-It scares me…to th-think about it…” Keita hiccupped, his sobs intensifying. “Don’t leave…Don’t leave me, R-Ryohei…Don’t let…Don’t let Ryuichi l-leave either…”

            “Baka,” Ryohei whispered, pressing Keita to him. “We’ll-”

            “-Never leave you.”

            Ryohei looked up, recognizing the voice of his other bandmate and close friend.

            “Ryuichi? What’re you doing up?”

            “Oh, come on. Everyone knows Keita’s crying can wake up half the neighborhood.” Ryuichi smiled his usual toothy grin, and flopped down on the other side of Keita, who wriggled around in Ryohei’s arms to face him. Ryuichi draped his arm over the other two, securing the w-inds. sandwich.

            “Ne, Kei-chan,” he said, bumping his forehead against Keita’s, then licking a stray tear.

            “We can’t leave you. We love you,” he promised against Keita’s cheek.

            Keita looked over at Ryohei for confirmation. Ryohei smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Ryu-kun’s right, Keita. We love you.”

            Keita smiled in return, a blush making its appearance on his tear-stained face. He closed his eyes, and, swallowing the last of his terrified sobs, let out a long sigh. He snuggled into his friends’ embraces.

            “Yeah, I-I love you guys, too…” And even though he had his eyes squeezed shut, he couldn’t stop the fresh flood of now-happy tears.

            “Mou, Keita the crybaby,” Ryuichi muttered, nuzzling his wet cheek.

            “Hnnnn…Our crybaby,” Ryohei corrected drowsily.

            Keita could only smile and sob, glad to be sandwiched between his two favorite people in the whole world.

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