Yay! You're back for more! I'm so thrilled. I figured that I bored you all to sleep in Chapter 1.
Anyways, I'm pretty sure you guys are wondering, "Where the hell is Sunao and Ran?" Give it time; I'm working on it!
Rosie: Then stop procrastinating and get to the Fanfiction.
Me: *Throws the Yoru doll at Rosie* Get her Yoru!
Rosie: *catches the doll and runs off*
Me: O.O GIVE HIM BACK! *chases Rosie in circles*
Lola: *sits from afar and watches the chase* I guess I'll pick up from here. On with the Fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sukisyo. Never have, never will. I only own the characters that I created. I really don't feel like naming them, so if you haven't heard that name in Sukisyo, then you should know that I created this character.
Chapter 2
Dekisui
(Drowning)
Usually, when you dream, you've lost access to three of the five senses—smell, touch, and taste. However, this dream had scents; there was physical feeling; and there were tastes. All five senses were welcomed.
Sight. Sora realized that he wasn't home anymore. He stood on a field full of fresh green grass. It was a peaceful scenery; as if it was something you would find in a painting. There were no people, buildings, or any other sign of civilization around here. It was just nothing but grass for what seemed miles and miles away. Not too far away, Sora saw a river flowing down the field.
Touch. He walked toward the large body of water until his feet could barely feel the cool waters flow against his toes. He dipped his hand in the water felt a sudden cool sensation. The wind blew cooler air that caressed Sora's body, making Sora shivered. His body was use to the warm temperature of the village's climate. Sora began to wonder how far he was from home. He understood that this was just a dream, but he always believed that there is a connection to sights of dream; as if he everything he sees in a dream is connected to something in his life that he experienced in life.
Smell. After finding that Sora had a sense of feeling in this dream, he realized that there was something odd about this dream; realizing that something is trying to tell him that this dream shouldn't be forgotten. As the wind blew, there was a familiar scent in the air, something that he has never smelled within a breeze; he couldn't identify the scent, but the fact that he could recognize it but not identify it was driving him mad.
As he wondered about the smell, the scene began to change. The sun sets within seconds and the moon would rise; however, night didn't last long at all. The moon was only in the sky within seconds as well, but it didn't set. The moon only dissolved and became the sun. The sun also dissolved and became the moon. This pattern continued. The night sky became daytime, but never lasted long. This was a symbol. Time was passing. However, the wind continued to blow the mysterious scents. Sora was so confused until finally, something clicked to him.
"Blood." Sora understood what the scent was now. As soon as he spoke of what the scent was, not only did the sky change, but now the fields changed as well. Fire consumed the lands, burning everything into ashes. The wind blew the ashes away, now leaving of what was once a field bountiful of beauty and elegance now as a lifeless wasteland. Could this be a symbol of death? Something that was once rich of life and radiance died of tragedies.
Sound. There was no one around, yet Sora could sense another presence of others now. He could here screams of many. Elderly, infants, children, adults—he heard them all. They all cried out agony and of a bitter sadness. They were fearful. They were angry. They mourned of a sour ending. He heard them, but saw no trace of them. Where did these cries come from?
Sora began to feel his heart skipped beats. He was afraid and confused. He just didn't understand what it could be that his subconscious was telling him. Then something came to him. Was it really it a really a message that came from him? He didn't understand that thought, yet is sunk within him like it stirred up his soul. Without reason, without thinking, he ran.
He never understood where he was running to, but he knows that remaining in the same place would lead him nowhere. He followed the river, hoping he could find answers. He never stopped. He could feel his legs begging him to stop, but his determination overpowered him. He wanted to understand. And suddenly, he found at last, what he hoped could guide him out of this darkness.
Yards away, he saw another person standing along the shoreline. This stranger wore a suit of armor from the times of an earlier era. He held a spear that was almost the same height as the solider. "Hey," Sora shouted, now running toward him, but stopped when Sora reached his arm out to him, now touching his shoulder. "Hey," he panted, "Can you please tell me where am…" as he spoke, he turned this person until he was now facing him. His helmet covered his face. Sora found it very odd how light this suit of armor was, how easy it was to turn him. Something made his crawl up his spine. Sora lifted the helmet, to see inside. He screamed to what he discovered.
There was something inside the suit of iron, but it wasn't anything Sora expected. There was a person in there, but he was not alive and apparently hasn't been for a very long time. He found a skull underneath the helmet and Sora jolted from the shock, and stepped back, dropping the helmet to the ground. Now the rest of armor collapsed to the ground. Sora flinched once again as pieces of the armor broke apart and revealed the rest of the skeleton that was cocooned within it. Now the screams returned.
Sora clenched the sides of his head, trying to block out the sounds with his hands, but it didn't help. "Stop," he whimpered.
"Why?"
"Please save us!"
"It hurts!"
"Stop it," he said again.
"Protect us!"
"Why do you allow this to happen?"
"They're just as weak as the rest of us!"
"Traitor!"
"STOP IT!" Sora didn't know how much more of this torment he could take. He was too lost in the darkness now. What was going on? Where can he go? When will this end? Finally, everything was quiet.
Silence. It was almost as terrifying as the screams. Silence only meant the end of something, but the beginning of something else. To never understand what was next was what frightened him even more.
Thunder roared throughout the skies and rain poured exceedingly and rapidly from the blackish gray clouds. Sora was now drenched to which his clothes were pressed against his skin. His bangs were now covering his eyes, so he pushed them behind his ears. Now he was now a mere spectator of what was yet to come.
From the other side of the river, he saw something coming in his direction, but they were too far away to see who or what they were. They were running, coming closer and closer toward Sora. The river was now the only thing that separated them.
He could see now. Just ahead of him, was another person. There were two of them. One was drenched in his own blood from head to toe. The white gown he wore was stained with fresh and dried up blood. He was weak. He could not stand on his own. His arm was around the other and used the other as support to even stand. His eyes were shut, like he was asleep or too weak to even open his eyes. Even though he looked pained, Sora found this person still glowing beauty.
His hair was long enough to reach his knees and matched the same color as a pink rose. He was about Sora's age, if not somewhere close to it. The other's physical appearances matched the other's—same long pink hair, same pale skin, same height, same slimming figure. They were like identical twins, but the one that held on to the other wasn't harmed at all.
He was wearing loose dark black pants and bright red kimono that fitted as a short-sleeved shirt but appeared as a short dress. A black cloth wrapped around his waist as a belt. What he wore was comfortable enough to wear if he would be exercising or moving a lot in, but was very casual as well. The attire was not of Sora's time.
He fell to his knees when they finally made it to the shoreline of the river. He laid the weaker on down, now lying on his back. He held onto his and with his hands. He frowned to him. "You're such a fool, brother," he cooed. "Why would you do something like this? What would you accomplish?" He kissed the bloody fingers of his brother and placed his arm along his abdomen.
He pulled out a dagger he concealed within his kimono and cut a long line against his forearm. Blood now flowed from his arm. He hissed from the pain, but that was his only reaction of the pain. He dipped his arm into the river and began to cry. He didn't wear a pained expression on his face, but was sorrowed. They were tears of sadness, not of pain. "Please," he whimpered, holding back more tears from falling, "Please open." As his blood submerged in the river and as he begged, the river changed currents. It was more rapid and formed small waves. The water changed colors from its cool blue color to a bright white color. The young man smiled. Whatever he was trying to do, he was successful.
"R-Ran." The voice was hoarse and scratchy. Ran looked over his shoulder, now seeing his brother staring at him, with his eyes half way opened. Ran smiled to his brother. "You're awake," he said. He walked over to his brother and kneeled down to his side and held his hand again. He pressed his hand against his cheek. "I'm so happy to finally hear from you. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to you."
The other was able to reach his free arm to his brother's, grasping over his wound. Ran gasped of the pain and his brother held onto it, but understanding what he was saying through his actions. "I'm fine, brother," Ran said, "You don't need to worry." He felt his brother's grip tightening. Ran understood that his brother didn't believe him. Ran laughed inwardly. "You've been watching out for me for the longest time," he explained. "In a way, it's like you're the oldest, instead of me. I truly am grateful for everything you've done, but it's my turn to return the favor." He lifted his brother again and guided him toward the river. Before it was said and done, Sora witnessed something he couldn't believe just happened.
Ran pushed his brother's body into the water. "No," he screamed, now growling to Ran, "What do you think you're doing. He's going to drown." Ran didn't say anything, he only watched his brother sink further and further down.
"Do you understand now," Ran said. Sora looked back to Ran, who was looking to Sora with those crimson red eyes. This was the first time Sora noticed the color of Ran's eyes. They were so luring yet so startling. "This was the only way I could save him."
"Save him," Sora growled. "He's dying!"
"The spirits that dwell within the river won't allow that. Now it's up to you. Will you please accept my request my pleads and protect him?"
"You're insane," Sora remarked, "If you're under water, you can't breathe. If you can't breathe, then you die. It isn't rocket science…Oh hell. Why even bother explaining?" Sora jumped into the water and swam deeper and deeper under, only finding that this boy too far under water. However, he couldn't give up. He reached his hand to the other. The pinkette arm was reached out to him. Sora struggled to stay under without floating up, but managed to swim even further until he felt their fingers touch. Sora's instincts kicked in a quickly grabbed the other's hand. 'I got you,' he said in his thoughts, as he pulled the boy's body against him as he floated up.
A young teenaged girl was sleeping her bed. It only ended so abruptly, though. Her eyes opened and she inhaled a deep breath as she sat up from her bed. She lifted her hand from her forehead and wiped the beads of sweat from her brow.
"What did I just see," she panted. "Was it a nightmare or another vision?"
"Yeye," the young woman glanced toward the entrance of her door and saw Chou standing there, holding on her stuffed bunny, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "I heard you screaming," she said in sleepy voice, "Was it a bad dream?"
Kuniye smiled reassuringly. "Go back to bed, Chou," she said. "I'm ok." Chou only nodded and walked back to her room. Kuniye kept her smile on her face until her younger sister was out of her sight. When Chou was gone, Kuniye rustled out of bed and looked out her window.
Nothing abnormal was out there. It was still night time. She wasn't convinced, though. "It was all too real to have been a dream," she breathed. Her hand was up against the window. "Could this be the meaning behind the message," she asked aloud, looking up to the full moon. She shook her head. "I have no other choice but to wait and see." She lay back down in her bed, finding it hard to fall back to sleep with everything on her mind. However as time passed, her eyes grew heavier. Finally, she granted her body to finally relax enough for to fall back asleep.
Chou stood beside her door, hugging her plush bunny up to her. "It's finally happening," she said. Chou tiptoed all the way to the front door, looking out the window beside it. She smiled to herself. "If only Yeye would've stayed up just a little longer," she said, tossing the bunny on the couch and opened the door slowly and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Sora's head was finally above the water. He took in the deepest breath he could before he changed his position. Instead of up against his front side, Sora swung the younger's body to his back, his arm dangles from the sides of Sora's neck and his face rested against his shoulder blade. Sora held on the boy's arms with one arm and used the other to stroke, struggling to swim back shore.
When he made it to which Sora was now standing in knee deep water, he held the victim piggyback style. Sora noticed that he was not in the same place as earlier. He was in his backyard, coming out of the pond. Sora found the docks and placed the unconscious form gently down. He began to preform CPR, but couldn't get this boy to breathe. Sora realized that there were only two fates for him. Either this boy would die from lack of air or he'll die from blood loss. Sora panicked. "Oh no. No. No. No. Please don't die. Please." He held onto this boy for dear life, trying to comfort him as he slowly dies. He stroked the boy's drenched hair and held onto him like he was a small child.
Sora didn't flinch when he heard the cat mewing, finding that it was sitting just feet away from him. Sora was desperate. "Please," he said, "If you really are what people say you are, then please save him."
The cat walked toward the pink haired boy and it stroked its fur against his body. Sora was witnessing the paranormal. As this cat brushed its body against him, he watched every one of his wounds disappear leaving only his pale skin exposed. As the cat backed away from the boy, the boy coughed out the water that was in lungs. Sora patted his back to help. When Sora looked up, the cat was gone. He didn't pay any heed to it, though; he was too focused on helping the one in his arms. Once he stopped coughing, he fell back asleep. He slowly picked the boy up and carried him to his house.
Lola: 243,528,034…243,528,035…243,528,036…Time! A new record you two! Congratulations!
*Rosie and Renee sitting back to back taking deep breaths*
Rosie: *pants* Thanks, Lola. We really need to keep track of how many times we run in circles.
Lola: ^_^ Thanks for the sarcasm, Rosetta Marrie.
Rosie: *eyes glow red* No one calls me that…
Lola: *eyes go black* bring it on, old lady!
Rosie: Old? I'm twenty-three! Just because you're fourteen, you think you get to make all the jokes? I'll have you know that I can summon demons that will make you wet the bed again, you little brat!
Renee: *sighs* NO SUPERNATURAL SHIT YOU TWO! *takes the Yoru doll from Rosie's hand* Anyways, I hope you guys are liking this. I was very pleased with this chapter a lot more than the first one. I got a lot done in this chapter, even though it was just six pages long. Who cares? I like what was said and wouldn't change it a bit…unless I misspelled a few things, and I probably did. *shrugs shoulders* Please be R&R folks…be nice or I'll send Rosie on ya…
Rosie: *growls* I'm targeting the little pipsqueak, right now.
****Author's Note: You all probably know the song, 'Whispers in the Dark' by Skillet, and I am so happy I stumbled on the song. It matches my fic a lot better than, 'Guardian Angel'. I was going to name my fic after that song because Sora was going to be known as Sunao's guardian, but honestly, I hated it. It didn't click to me. But then I found 'Whispers in the Dark' and found that it matched Sunao's dark side much better. That's why I named this fic 'Tears to Roses.'****