I know…'Why the hell is she starting another fic when she already has others?' The answer is simple though! I have Writer's Block, so sorry if you were expecting an update for 'Waltzing with Death' or 'Unexpected'. I simply find them hard to write at the moment. So, just to fill my time I came up with another idea. The inspiration came from Kelley Armstrong's writings…God! She's an awesome action/adventure/romance writer and I really admire her. I recommend you her books!

The idea might seem similar to the plot of 'The Second Full Moon' but believe me when I say I'm trying to do my best in changing it. Some things will come from my incredibly imaginative brain and others will be related with the book. As I said, the plot inspired me and the idea was too good to let it go. And besides, it just kept nagging at me to write it down.

As I'm sure you've already figure out, the story centers on Raimundo and his past and *how it comes to hunt him back*! O.O…Oh, come-on! That's the topic of most of the stories about Rai. Instead, in this one he had a happy life with flowers and rainbows but that didn't exclude the big dark secret. What secret it is?

You'll find out!

Live in peace and hope Japan gets over the tragedies! They don't deserve it because they are incredible people with an incredible culture.

I don't own the cannon characters, only the OC's and half maybe a quarter of the plot.

Updated: 28.07.2011

Dreams

The swirling black mist slowly dismissed letting his eyes see the interior of a rich furnished room. The walls were a warm violet generating a mysterious aura to spread in the air which was emphasized by the burning fire of the chimney situated in the corner. A red round carpet was in the middle of the room and on top of it two cushion chairs and a square black table. The walls were decorated with book shelves made of a black wood and the tomes displayed were worldwide known written by the greatest authors and just placed together as in a library. The windows were wide open letting in the cool smell of the forest and the playful wind that filled the chamber with its refreshing vigor.

He inhaled deeply tasting the firs and the perfumed flowers swaying in the gales and slowly exhaled through his mouth before settling his gaze on the figure sitting in one of the chair. It was a boy, a few years older than him with dark brown hair and light green-grayish eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans and wore no shoes but he didn't seem to care or notice as he was also listening intently with half closed eyes to the sounds outside the window.

When he finally seemed to realize someone else was in the room he looked up, his stern features melting in a caring smile. He crossed his legs, supporting his head in his left hand which stood on the armchair and watched the younger boy as he took a seat on the other side of the small table.

"It's been a while little bro!"

The brunet smirked crossing his arms. "Not so long in my agenda!"

They stared at each other in a comfortable silence relieving the old moments of their forgotten past. It was quit relaxing to just stay there in the company of someone who didn't have to ask or insist on one thing or another and instead choose to give you your space, to relinquish in your thoughts and try to figure you out just by the simplest of movements.

His lips curled up and he tilted his head toward the window. The transparent curtains flew lazily and his eyes kept moving on its changing surface paying attention to the thin material and each and every imperfection it had. He soon discovered what he was searching for. A threadlike tear sewed with white string, almost imperceptible to see with a human's normal eye. A grin spread on his face as his eyes glazed with the memories accompanying the small rip.

He turned to look at the dark brown haired boy who had been watching him the whole time with an amused smile. "We haven't changed this room at all since you left! They really miss you, you know that!"

The younger boy's smile wavered a bit and he glanced downwards for a second in an apologizing way, thing that didn't go unnoticed by his brother. "If you didn't want me to leave you could have said it, Damian!"

Damian sighed like they have had the same conversation in a row for thousands of times. "Do we really have to start again, Rai?" His voice didn't betray anything but irritation though it wasn't the kind that offended people. It resembled more the type of tone a kid had when he was being scolded by his mother.

The brunet chuckled lightly at his seemingly pained expression. "I didn't mean to make you feel so bad…but if I had known this tactic back then things would have gone a lot more easier around the house."

Damian smirked stopping his hand from massaging his temples. "You wish to, greenhorn!"

Raimundo's smirk brightened feeling the initial tension evaporating completely from his body. He was mostly confused when he had found himself in darkness and even more scared when it began to shift around him. Although the shock was combine to revelation and then turned into realization he had a bad feeling concerning this inner unexpected conversation with his older brother. However he did what Damian taught him: he hid his fears and anxiety, he put on a relaxed face of bravado and dealt with whatever was to come.

But the familiarity of the room…God he missed his home!

A small cough snapped him out of his reverie and his attention turned back to Damian. He leant back in the chair mimicking his position just as his smile turned upside down and an impassive mask covered his face.

"Rai…I really wish this was just an occasional visit!"

Raimundo furrowed his brows in confusion and nodded to his brother to continue.

"We seem to deal with an outside problem and I'm not referring to the loners. We were called for help and believe me I don't wanna put anyone in danger no matter what the situation is. I will decline their offer but I just had to warn you…"

"About what?" The hesitation in his voice was obvious and he cursed himself for that, except whatever worried Damian so much was everything but nice and simple. Even though he knew it was bad he wasn't prepared for the next words. He felt his jaw drop to the floor and his eyes widened until he was sure they would pop out of their sockets.

On the other side, Damian wore a grim expression waiting for his brother to come out of the shock. He took a deep breath closing his eyes and opened them again to see Raimundo narrowing his eyes in a glare at the carpet.

"How the hell…"

"That's the one million dollar question!"

Forget the beautiful spiritual atmosphere! There was now confusion and fear and a whole lot of frustration hanging in the air. The wind suddenly died and the curtains fell petrified around the window sill. The light coming from the outside was suppressed leaving it to enter in more sober shades shadowing the walls and furniture of the chamber. Raimundo shifted forward in his chair, his gaze still downcast and his teeth biting his upper lip.

"Are the others alright?" he asked quietly.

"Everyone is fine, Rai! We had a run in with them but they didn't stand a snowball chance in hell against us!"

Raimundo nodded, absently or relieved, Damian couldn't tell, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He suddenly felt tired and moreover he was worried about his family back in Brazil. He took in even breaths calming his mind and loosening up his all of the sudden tense body. He sat back on the cushions of the chair and looked coolly at the dark brown haired boy.

Damian smiled inwards at the self-confidence his brother was showing despite the fact he could still find traces of inner turmoil in his deep forest eyes. He sat up with a sigh and walked to the window keeping his hands behind his back. His bare feet were soundless on the floor and his posture proved nothing more than an unbreakable conviction.

"So how…how is the old man? Still alive?"

The light came back in the room reflecting on the walls with tints of new found optimism. Damian exhaled loudly and turned his back to the windowpane to look at Raimundo showing him one of his rare brotherly smiles.

"Yeah…unfortunately! But y'know, his stories have kept getting better since you left! He went from soapy lovey-dovey to full action movies!"

"I'm sure Blas and Cris are enjoying it!...It sure is good to feel like a hero, eh?"

Damian smirked slightly. "Don't get use to it, greenhorn!"

Raimundo stuck his tongue out childishly and was rewarded with a slap on the head for it as the older teen passed by him. "Stop being so immature!"

"Stop being so serious!"

"I am the leader!"

"Well I'm still young, mind you!"

"You mean I'm old?"

"We have to face the reality sometime or another!"

"You're so annoying!"

"Then you're no fun!"

"Rai stop it!"

"Fine!"

Unbelievable to his ears the younger Brazilian stopped, not that Damian stopped glaring at him as well. Raimundo on the other hand was still sitting down smirking victoriously at the boy standing with his arms crossed in front of him. After another few seconds of just staring/glaring at each other, Damian gave up knowing there was no point in going against someone as stubborn as Raimundo.

He sighed closing his light green faded eyes, momentarily returning to his serious demeanor. "Raimundo…promise me you won't do something stupid!"

The younger boy smiled sympathetically. "I wish I could…but when you're in a team that has the duty to protect the world that's kind of impossible!"

Damian eyed him almost defeated, glance that made the brunet felt terribly bad. "At least don't go looking for trouble yourself and keep your senses open for anything connected to our little crisis! If anything happens, or if anything bothers you let it be a hunch contact me as soon as possible!"

Raimundo wanted so much to reassure his brother that everything would be alright and that they would get over the problem with ease but a knot in the pits of his stomach made him lose any desire to do so and instead nodded, promising to him and to himself to be more wary of what was around him. It was good they could communicate like that or else he would have gone insane with writing so many letters.

"I'll be careful bro!"

"I sure hope so! After all you are alone there!"

The black fog came back starting from their feet and slowly advancing upwards filling the chamber and putting a barrier between them. Rai watched with sorrow his brother disappearing in front of his eyes not before giving him an encouraging smile that he half returned. He saw the room move, spin out of existence and the darkness took a hold of him again. He was dragged backwards until he felt his feet leave the safety of the floor and in its place the hard ground hitting his back.

His eyes snapped open before squinting them to penetrate the darkened ceiling of his cubicle. His ears caught the sound of screeching just outside his room and then in the one next to him. He supposed Kimiko must have been to the bathroom or something. He relaxed taking a breath in and pulled the blanket up to his chin. The whoosh of the wind outside became more violent as the silence descended upon the sleeping quarters accompanying the swirl of thoughts gathering in the brunet's mind.

He mentally sighed but decided he would think about what Damian told him the next day when he would be able to get through everything more easily and with a clear head.

That's it! The first chapter! Are you confused? Because if you are then I did a great job! On a side note I really can't stand making so many OC's for my stories but I somehow took a liking to Damian. He's really cool…in my head!