There Were Eight

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Two — The Dream Seers?

The exact moment that he woke up the boy gingerly(remember, he was sore)pushed himself up with his elbows. No sign of the ghosts. God, he was going to an insane asylum wasn't he?

Wait, it was probably just a dream and he fainted in a dream. Yes, that's what had happened...He hadn't lost even an inch of his manliness!

"So, have you decided to help yet?" Darkness suddenly filled the room, and the spotlights reappeared at the edge of his bed. He looked up and saw that the spiked head was the one that addressed him. The one that had been quiet the day before let out an ominous hissing sound.

"I won't help and I have no idea what you're talking about." He tried his absolute best to remain calm, even in the darkness, and to keep a steady glare on the four of them.

"Aw, he doesn't? Oishi! Did we get the wrong shorty?" the red head with dark blue cat eyes whined to bowling ball head. The bowling ball head-called Oishi-shook his head calmly and smiled, dispelling any hopes that Echizen had.

"No. The fact that he can see us is enough. Right, Eiji?" The red head-Eiji-looked unsure for a moment, then nodded happily while grasping Oishi's right arm.

"But-but wasn't the 'Chosen One' supposed to know?" asked the spiky haired one. Echizen definitely didn't know anything about any of the people in front of him.

"We will consult that fortune teller that Shinigami-san told us about." The lights came back on. For a moment, Echizen looked about his room to make sure that he was back. He was. But the four ghosts were gone.

~8~

There were eight people...all of them in blue and white uniforms...standing in a street. He was watching them with a smile on his face-he could feel his blood lust rising. The red head one...he'd be perfect. His blood would mix perfectly with those ruby locks...

"Echizen!" His hands enclosed around a silver blade, and he made himself stop twitching and watch his prey separate...Oh, how he would love to see the red head squirm under the knife...

"Ryoma-kun! Wake up!"

~8~

Echizen Ryoma snapped his head up. His face had been attached to his desk by a clear paste of drool. It wasn't the first time either.

"Ryoma-kun..." He looked up. A forest green color...a skirt...He looked up higher. An annoyingly sad face with teary chocolate eyes and long, long auburn hair in twin braids. Next to her...a black uniform like the one he himself wore and a unibrow. "Thank god you finally woke up."

He stared at Ryuzaki, who was sobbing.

"Why?" Why was it such a big deal that he woke up? Why the heck was she crying. "Stop crying." She sniffled, and stared at him before wiping her eyes. She didn't make much of a difference, but stopped sobbing.

"Y-you-"

"You worried us, Echizen!" cried the unibrow...what was his name? "You were laughing all creepy-like in your sleep!"

He was laughing? The crazy him in his dream was laughing.

"Hahahaha...Your blood lust...It's so~ delicious!" A quiet, insane voice laughed. Echizen looked to the source of the voice, one of two black haired and blue eyed twins who were edging closer to them. The twin the was speaking had cold, blank eyes while the other had friendlier eyes. Both were holding hands at a distance.

"Forgive my sister," said the friendlier of the two with the same voice. "She tends to speak without thinking." She rolled her eyes.

"I am Yurizawa Yuma," the creepy one closed their eyes. "and this is Yurizawa Endou. We are in class 3-4. I just had to come because of your...outstanding lust for blood..."

Lust for blood? Well, perhaps in the weird dream for the red head but...Red head. The red head looked like one of the four ghosts!

"Ah, so do you realize it yet?" The friendly one-Endou-asked. "You are the one for this."

"What does that mean...?" Ryuzaki muttered next to me.

"That is for him to decide." Yuma smiled. "Though I suspect that the dreams are coming to him, right Ryoma-chan?" Echizen glared. What was this girl supposed to know about him.

"Go to the tennis courts at four o'clock today, Echizen-kun," said Endou. She smiled, then tugged on Yuma's arm. She looked to her sister. "It's time to leave."

Yuma groaned, then smiled mutinously.

"I said, it's time to leave," she repeated. Yuma rolled her eyes and they walked away, arm in arm with every footstep in sync. They left.

~8~

It was four o'clock. He was staring out of the window in an empty class room. Nothing. The twins-whatever their names had been-had been liars and made him stay after school for nothing. Echizen checked the clock, peeved. It was three fifty eight. Maybe he could wait for another two minutes.

Honestly, the twin's prediction had made him somewhat...excited. He wanted answers, without a doubt, and if the blood lust thing from his dreams and stuff was right then the window held his answers.

But the twins were probably wrong. There was probably nothing and they were just playing some sick, sick joke. He wouldn't doubt it. The one whose name started with a Y could pass for a sick, sick freak.

"Hey, Oishi!" Oishi? It was the red head! But, he was fleshy and not see-through. He was alive. Maybe those four were playing some sick joke. Wait, why did the red head look like he was crying.

"What is it-Eiji! Eiji, what's wrong? Is everything all-"

"It's Momo-chan and Kaidoh! They were-They-" He collapsed into Oishi's arms.

"No, you don't mean...No...No..." They were rather loud. What had happened?

"They...they died!"

Oh no.