Number 8. One more! This one is almost all dialogue. It's only 2 people talking, so don't worry about confusion.
Yuko's POV
I opened my eyes. I knew I was dreaming, though, because my head rested on Clow Reed's lap. He gave me an amused smile.
"Long time no see." I sat up.
"I'm surprised you've decided to show up, since you've left me to play alone with him." I muttered. He smiled.
"And I must say, you've played very well. Almost as well as I did." I rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You've gained some of his pieces as well." he noted.
"This 'game' can't keep going on." I said. "I'm getting tired of it. It's not fun anymore; it's work." He laughed. I glared at him.
"But the fact that the pieces their own wills makes it all the more interesting. And I think theyare beginning to take over your role as the piece mover." i smiled.
"Games are always best played on an individual scale. that way, the weight of the world doesn't collapse on you."
"True." he nodded. I lay my head on his shoulder.
"I think...everyone is tired of this 'game' and wants a new one to start."
But, I must keep playing and finish this. Who will win; us or them?
That's it. This one is a bit more "trippy", if you will, b/c it's more dream-like.
