Rising Vision
Preface
"Ha, ha," I panted, running through the gardens, excitement rushing through me despite the heat sinking down on me. "C'mon, Mom! You gotta take a pic of me up on the stairs!" I called, remembering the steps I had seen when we had first walked in. I rushed ahead of her, laughing, and I bounded lightly over the steps.
"Hn?" I asked, stopping midway. They didn't wind back the way I had supposed, and I narrowed my eyes with surprise when I saw only an empty shaded field. Soft dark green grass flicked in the slight breeze, and tall trees were spaced through the empty space. My eyes were drawn to a man in a suit, and I noticed him facing someone else that was behind one of the thick trunks.
"Oh," I breathed when the man noticed me, pretending to look around the field.
"Mika?" my mother called, and I turned, pushing away the momentary discomfort I had felt, and I raced back.
"They aren't steps, like I thought," I said with a sigh. She held the camera up and gestured to a Japanese statue.
"Pose with one finger on top!" she laughed suddenly. I tilted my head.
"Why?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Act like you're holding it up!" she replied, and I sighed and leaned on it. "No, no, one finger!"
"Nngh!" I hissed, my heart pounding suddenly. I had only passed out once before, but I recognized the feeling easily. My head spun, and I sank to the ground, using the statue now as a way to keep from falling over. "Don't take this picture," I warned her, looking up. She gave me an innocent look.
"Oops," she said. "Hey, you okay?"
"What do you…think…" I coughed, and I felt the extreme dizziness pass over again.
"Hey, maybe you need some more water. The bathroom's just a little way's over there…" she said, and I glared at her.
"Do…you seriously think…that I would sink that low?" I spat, but she started walking. "H-hey!" I called, staggering to my feet. I lurched after her, not about to be left alone, especially not with this feeling weighing me down. The sun was threatening to drown me, and I was barely keeping up with her. When we got to the bathroom, though, the feeling got worse.
"Stop, stop," I gasped after being doused with water. Though I could feel the words escaping my mouth, I couldn't hear anything but a muffled echo. I slumped to the floor, my sides heaving, as I tried relax the feeling. I wasn't able to move, and I closed my eyes in my muted struggle.
"Drink this," my mom said, forcing a bottle of water in my hand. I took it, forcing the liquid down my throat despite the feeling. She told me to wait so she could throw something away in the trash outside. I watched the open doorway dully, my eyes completely out of focus. I closed them, but before I did so I was sure I caught a glimpse of a man with long silver hair pass by.
A/N: idk. Oh, well. I'm going to mix a few stories, but the main one is centered around the black organization, namely Gin and the main group.
Anyway, enjoy. Please rate, etc. :D