The Doppler Series
The Voice is a Dream
3.02
Kouji poured himself a cup as well and sat across the table. Like that, they were almost mirror images. Almost…but not quite.
The scar over Kouichi's brow was almost hidden by the dark. In comparison, the whites of his sclera were bright, framing the blue irises. It was like that childish prank with the flashlight: frightening until the recognition came and the heart settled.
Except there was no flashlight, no prank. There never was, just Kouichi trying to wake him and now Kouichi sitting at the table with a glass of milk, sleepless or awoken and yet there's still something spooky about the image, something that almost makes him forget the guilt when he saw the light of the stove…
'Did I wake you?'
Kouichi regarded him. 'I've been dreaming about the Digital World. Duskmon, and Lucemon mostly.'
Kouji felt another stab of guilt. He hadn't noticed at all, wrapped up in his own dreams. 'Nightmares?' With those two involved, it was probably nightmares.
Except Kouichi shook his head, and Kouji didn't know if that was a lie or not. Surely it was, but…
'The voice tells a lie…' said the dreams.
Except that would mean they were nightmares after all, and what did that have to do with his brother's reflection in the mirror?
Were they simply pointing him to the fact? Ironic if they were, because he felt sure he'd have noticed his brother's dreams earlier if he wasn't occupied with his own raising his hackles for defence in sleep.
