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The Dreams

Chapter One

I still wonder whom exactly the woman I saw dead on the floor was. I have had these reoccurring dreams of my past. I have had my memory lost for about a month now and still no signs of recovery. My dear "friends," as they said they were in past times, say I am not the same Aisha I once was. Maybe I have changed to a much more civilized manner, so to speak. Yet, I do not let this bother me. I do admit the Aisha in my dreams seems quite the different person indeed. I am now finding myself acting a bit like her more every day. This doesn't seem to make me ponder as much as the "phantom" in my dreams. She is quite an attractive woman, so to speak, though quite vulgar. She seems to be silenced in a mystical way but her actions explain much more. This woman most undoubtingly bewildered me so I explained her to one of my dear friends, Gene Starwind. He is quite a good-humored man in the sense of his simple way of being a thrill chaser. He explained to me that this "phantom" was no one but Sazuka. He explained she was one to have no mercy upon those who cross her paths. I was at once discouraged but he explained that she and I were quite good friends in a certain sense. I still now ponder how I could even become friendly with such a character but I didn't doubt a word he said. So I sit here now writing this to you trying to at least explain this chaos. I have now just woken up from this undoubting the most horrific of my dreams. Though now I still do not know more then the name of this "phantom," Sazuka, I know she is worth more then anything. I see now that these dreams, these baffling dreams, are more then what they may seem. As for this "phantom" as silent and heartless as she may seem could be the key to all of those years lost. Now I will sit and try to at least give to you the horror and bewilderment of the month passed.

Day One

I lied my head down on the soft pillow. It was late, very late, and yet I was still wide-awake. It had been an awful day for the kind people I live with. Another man from our unit was killed and also a woman. It seemed to me that both were dear to the hearts of those living with me. I didn't have the chance to see the woman that much; I could barely remember what she looked like. The chaos was so great! I wondered if every day here was like that. I was quite confused just now recovering slightly from the shock of opening my eyes to remember nothing. It was quite strange having all those people who cared for me, and me, barely even knowing their names. I did make one good friend, who was once my love, as I was told. He was gentle, kind handsome, with the most beautiful hazel eyes I had ever seen. His name was Hiroshi, Hiroshi Vandelaze. He was very new to the group, had only been there since our mission started. I smiled remembering the way he had tried to go further then I had planned. He was a good man and stopped when he saw that I was uncomfortable. Such a gentlemen he was. I knew I had to get to sleep so I turned off the lamp beside and drifted into a soft sleep.

I was running in darkness but from what? I looked behind me to see a man with blonde hair and exotic blue eyes, snickering as I helplessly tried to escape. I was falling short of breath my heart pounding out of my chest. I stopped, expecting the worst when a tall woman with black hair, a pale complexion, and cold eyes came up in front of me. She swept by me and all I heard was the man yell for mercy. She slowly glided around in front of me. She was distasteful in appearance with just a simple white kimono. Not really what I would have picked out but I suppose the woman didn't care much about her appearance. She seemed rather mystical in that she never said a word. She just stared me directly in the eye as if she knew me. I hesitantly tried to thank her, but my tongue was dry. I finally got up the courage and smiled warmly and said.

"Thank you."

She only looked at me blankly. In that moment the "phantom" disappeared and I stood there in complete darkness. Too put it frankly, I was scared out of my mind. Just then an image came in front of me. I realized, to no fault, I was watching myself. I watched on amazed by the sight before me.

"Hiroshi…I love you," I saw myself saying laying my head in his lap smiling widely looking up at him.

After a moment of pause, I saw the confusion sweeping over his eyes when he finally whispered, "Aisha…you mean the world to me… I love you too."

He looked down softly passion mixed with sweetness in his tender eyes now looking down at me. "God, I love you," he said gently kissing me.

I looked up to now see him leaning over me.

"Aisha? You ok? You were screaming before," he said looking down his eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine I just had the most bewildering dream, I'm afraid that it would be rather hard to explain."

I looked up at Hiroshi's wardrobe. He wasn't the best a tidying up. He was wearing a pair of old denim work jeans with many oil and grease stains on them, an older looking navy blue stripped shirt that hung loosely on him. He definitely needed a good shave, nothing too bad though. He was a skinny man not very tall either, maybe 5'6" or so. He was slightly built not anything too extravagant like his good friend Gene.

"Well since your fine come down and eat breakfast Melfina made a wonderful meal," he said the concerned look on his face slowly dying down.

I walked slowly down the stairs with him marvelling at all the beautiful antiques they had around. There was a sculpture of a girl performing ballet. The girl was poised on one foot the other on pointed out. I remember this painting distincly because of its beauty. I thought it would just be wonderful to be stuck in time that graceful and that beautiful. The hallway was sponge painted a beautiful golden color, which perfectly went along with the hard wood floors. It was quite a calming place.

As we entered the kitchen to assemble in the dining room where we would eat our breakfast I saw a tall slender woman standing, slaving over the hot pots and pans. She wasn't quite that well posture wise. I was guessing then she didn't have enough self-confidence, which I found later was quite right. She looked up her black hair sweeping in her large dark blue eyes. They were quite large. Many a women these days would have given much for those eyes but I do not believe they would have suited any one else as well as they did her. She was rather cute in attire, nothing major. She simply wore a black shirt under a pair of baggy bib overalls that hung loosely on her. She wore a red kerchief in her hair and a small stubborn piece was falling in her eyes. She pushed it back behind her ear quickly and smiled warmly at me.

"I'm guessing you don't remember me?" she said looking down.

"I'm afraid I don't, it's a pleasure to meet you though I'm Aisha." I said smiling softly sensing she was slightly uncomfortable.

" I'm Melfina," she said speaking softly.

I knew from that moment on her and I would get along quite good. She was charming in her own shy way and was much more civilized then probably any of the others that I would meet there.

Hiroshi escorted me to the kitchen where I finally got a better look at all the people in our team. The man to the left of me was quite the charmer. You could tell by the sly way he smiled or the cute little way he laughed. Yes, that man was a heart breaker.

He had wonderfully colored eyes. They seemed to look blue violet. They seemed to be laughing every time he looked at some one. He was quite different from all the other men. He was skinny, very skinny, and was quite short, maybe 5'4" or 5'5". He had long chestnut hair back in a braid. Then my eyes caught hold of his attire. He was wearing a priest uniform. I gawked for a few moments pondering exactly how this man who looked so manipulative could be a priest. He then immediately looked over and smiled at me.

"Hey there Aisha!" he said hugging around on me. I slightly backed away.

"She doesn't remember nuttin you idiot," a man with red colored hair said.

He was an attractive man, very attractive, but didn't seem the smartest considering his grammar. He had rippling muscles, which worked perfectly with his bright blue eyes. He was tall, taller then the rest of them, and he was wearing, what appeared to be, a black leather suit. I later found out this man as named Gene and would help me quite a lot in finding out my past.

"Will you two quite arguing?" a very agitated woman to my right said looking at her lab top. She had a unique mahogany color of hair and had large, dark brown eyes. She had an aura around her that seemed to make many fear her. She was tough, very tough, and I knew her and I were liable to not be the best of friends. I then looked at her close in quite disgust. She wore a pair of jeans with holes all in them, and a simple tight blue shirt. I've pondered many a times why this woman would wear these clothes and have yet to come up with an answer.

"Don't snap at them if you don't have a good excuse!" a tall man said coming in. His head all most touched the low-rise ceiling! I stared in disbelief at the man.

"Patterson I'm trying to dig up files on our next case and I can't get anything out her so if you would just…"

The tall man walked over to the woman, smiling gently. He had a brownish blackish color of hair and was very attractive with scars here and there on his face. He had small blue eyes that all most looked like they had white streaks in them. To this day I still have yet to figure out the color of that man's eyes. He seemed very bright, intuitive. I smiled at his clothing. He didn't seem much better then the woman with his large work boots, an old pair of jeans also, and an old denim jacket over a black shirt.

"Mannon," the man said gently using her first name, " I know you miss them, we all do."

The woman looked up and shook her head, as to say I'm fine, and went back to her lab top typing feverishly.

"She's a pistol," the man beside me said as the tall man sat beside him. "How have you worked with her so long, Jimmy?"

"Easy I didn't say a word to her," Jimmy said lightly chuckling. "Well how in the world did you handle Sazuka, Duo?

Sazuka…I rolled the name over and over in my head. Was she the one that was killed? Was she that… that woman with no mercy that they spoke of so many times?

"I'm not sure," Duo said looking down, her death still stinging him. "Heero did the best at it when he joined our crew. I didn't have to worry much after that."

I saw Jimmy look down.

"Duo, I'm sorry…I should have thought before I mentioned Sazuka."

"Hey it's ok we don't know if she's even dead yet she just…left." Duo said as he looked up at Jimmy. "I'm afraid Heero is gone though, we found his body this morning."

A woman then started to walk in the room and Mannon pulled her gun quickly.

"It's just me!" a woman with long red hair said coming in holding many bags.

She had on a green dress, not quite what I would have chosen, but it fit her quite well. I looked up at her as she glided along the floor. She turned to us all as to make an important announcement, her green eyes gleaming.

"I hate to disappoint you all, I know you wanted me to stay for quite some time but I'm afraid I must take my leave," the woman said her smile brightening.

"Oh, bye Laurel," Melfina said bringing us our breakfast.

Every one else in the room mumbled a soft good bye as they started to devour their food.

The woman simply walked out the door with out saying a word, though she kept that soft smile on her face.

After breakfast I decided to do some researching on the man and woman killed the earlier day. The whole team seemed to grieve for them in their own special way. Mannon said nothing about it as Jimmy tried to comfort them all. Melfina would just start crying and Gene would let out the meekest sobs at night. The soft man Hiroshi wouldn't even breathe their name. Duo seemed the worst. He would take spells of what seemed of that he was miserable. Maybe he lost the most out of them. I needed to know of the connection of these two people, if not for them, then for me.

My curiosity was welling up inside as I walked in the study room. There were books upon books every where I looked around. It was musty in there, probably not been used in quite some time.

I walked to the old oak desk and looked around at the many papers stacked here and there, with books cluttered upon it. I sat down in the chair and got to work. I flipped through the many files, photo albums, any thing I could get my hands on to lead me any where then zero, where I was at now.

After about an hour of searching I found nothing, an absolute thing. I could find nothing at all. I really wasn't expecting to find much in that old room, but maybe just a clue.

I walked of there tired and heavyhearted.

Sorry you guys that I didn't even get to finish with day one, but I will write plenty more on it if I maybe get some notes! Bye bye