Here you go, another story, I hope you all like it. This came out a lot better than I expected.

Mizuki, everything I do for you is out of concern. My wish is that she could understand that. I fear that she doesn't understand-she's is only a human, such as myself. Mother created me for her and her for me-I am the Dark and she is the Light. It's understandable that she loathe Mother, and Uncle…and me.

In this Realm of Darkness, I sometimes dream of being more than this-being more than what Mother made me to be. I assume that is the side effect of being a mortal; I dream, I breathe, I hate, and I love. Every other day, I wish to cast out these mortal emotions that keep me human and there other days when I want to ostracize the Darkness within me that make me a monster. Is this what you wanted Mother? A creature that can have the ability to love and hate at the same time? A being that plunges other humans into the Dark depths of their hidden pasts? Is this my only purpose-can I live with that purpose? A difficult question to answer and a problematic inquiry.

Ever since I went up into space two weeks ago, I haven't been able to sleep peacefully. Weird-ass dreams plague my thoughts every night and they're starting to get really annoying. I've tried a few sleeping pills and none of them of being working. This is so frustrating, why can't these stupid dreams just go away already?

Fed up and exhausted, I sit up from the bed and snatch the sleeping pill off the end table. It reads: Take one tablet once every day. DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN ONCE. This is the third pill I took today and I'm wide awake; it usually takes me one. I drop the pill in my mouth and swallow it with a sip of water. Not even the screeching tires outside are enough to put me to sleep. I wonder if Haruki is really still alive-no! Of course he is, don't ever ever ever think otherwise.

"Think positive," I remind myself groggily, lying back on the pillow and gazing out the snow-framed window. I can't let myself think of the alternative-I know he's out there. Somewhere among these worlds, I just know he's there. Finally, the pills are starting to kick in and actually work this time.

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It always begins the same way. I'm drifting in a dark blue void with black lines slithering around me. The voices start off as whispers and murmurs, "I will never forgive you," and "I can't move past this-our horrible memories will always be here." Later, as different kind of voices blend in together, they grow vociferous and hurtful, "I never want to see you again!" and "I'm not gonna let go of this grudge." They are so heavy and painful and yet, they seem to give me strength. I feel as if I'm growing into a tall and mighty skyscraper that towers over them all. The negativity is my foundation; I can feel my fingers forming in the blue. They're cold and coarse, not the hands that could hold a baby without it bawling. I have a small-framed chest, but with a powerful heartbeat-each beat nearly crushes my developing rib cage. Like a child in the womb, the rest of my organs and tissues form normally, but then something else gets added into this mix. The black lines surrounding me slink over towards my chest, filling my heart and my body. I can't see it happening, but I feel them flowing through my body like ice-cold water trying to freeze my blood. Opening my newly formed eyes feels as if I have been sleeping for seventy-five years or more. I'm not wearing any clothes yet.

"My child," the same unearthly voice that speaks to me echoes, "I am your Mother."

My vocabulary isn't formed. Even though I heard her, I can't seem to comprehend what she's saying. Something warm presses against my mouth; it gives the ability to speak comprehensible words. "Mother?"

"You will have a purpose."

Purpose? Whatever could she mean? "What will that do?"

"Everything."

The dark hues of blue merge into thick charcoal and glints of bright lights dangle in the air. I squint at them-they bother me. But I can't do anything about them, I don't even know how to move. The voice soothingly continues. "It is only natural that you don't like the Light. I didn't create you from that."

"What did you create me from?" I wonder.

"A powerful entity that grips the hearts of all mortals, the energy mortals try to reject, and the power that the evil and manically crave-Darkness."

"Their minds have connected it seems," I surmise, "but only through sleep."

"Yes, if she continues to live, then it will not only be through sleep. It will be while she is awake, while she bathes, and when she has peace of mind."

"Isn't this a problem?"

"Yes."

Why does my brother worry about the obstacles he faces and yet, does not lift a finger to quell it? I cannot comprehend it. Even if we are brothers, our entities differ greatly. "Brother, you wonder why I don't just end her already."

"If she is that big of a threat to everything around her, and us, strip her of her powers."

"Why haven't you?" That is a very good question. Is it because my mortal form wants to see her become more? I remember that when I snatched her kin, I took her brother because I saw something in him that was stronger than his mother-I saw tolerance. Perhaps some part of me sees that living in that girl-the human component of the whole.

"When are we to cast these mortal forms?" I allow my sleeves to droop as I raise them to my face.

"In time."

"That is your answer for everything. Even if we are related, we do not share the same 'thoughts' and 'feelings'."

"Indeed that is true. I know everything that is going to unravel, but you know that I cannot share that with you."

"As I know that without me, these stars and these endless galaxies would fall into the pits of darkness that cover space," I reply, remembering the topic at hand. "Should we eliminate your creation?"

"We don't have a reason to, Brother. Dori is fulfilling his purpose I created for him. All that we can do is gaze from the safety of space. You are not to lay a single finger on him, even if you do not like his existence." Indifferently, I stare at the sleeping mortal floating in my dominion. Although she called him "Sleeping Handsome", all I can see is the monstrosities thriving within the center of his body. The monstrosities that I've seen too many times devour world after world.

"That is the reason you loathe my son?" asks Brother, reading my mind. "He did not directly lead to their destruction. It was the Darkness that lives in man."

"The Darkness that lives in him," I corrected. "As long as he exists…"

"My Brother, why do you create suitable habitats for the Heartless to thrive in? Ponder about that before you spend your 'lifetime' loathing my creation."

In a matter of three minutes, I'm walking and talking as if I've been doing this my entire life. It all feels so natural to me, and at the same time, it doesn't. Mother sent me here to talk to someone else. It felt as if I've been pent up with her and Uncle for a millennium. Mother taught me how to walk on the sky-it wasn't hard to learn.

Crystal cyan blankets the sky in light hues. Puffs of white, called clouds, tickle my bare feet with moisture. My heart is so loud when it pounds-I wonder what it feels like. I maneuver my hand through my fresh garments and rest it on my chest. It is the only part of my body that is warm, which I don't mind. When I look down, a girl is wistfully gazing at an empty space below my feet. Everything about her is so different from me-from her hair down to her feet. Her eyes carry childlike innocence and a matured depression. A part of me really wants to talk to her, but something nags at me and stops me from attempting.

She wants to leave this place. She feels as if she doesn't belong here, as if she wasn't meant to be, similar to how I feel sometimes. I can understand her, even if she doesn't move her lips or utters a sound. A sigh is enough for me to comprehend: I feel like I'm in a different world and that I don't belong-I just want to leave this place.

I know I have the power to help her. After all, we have the same feelings.