A/N: Everything is written from Yuki's POV unless I stated otherwise.

I am Roz, a dreamer, now presenting to you my dream and story: Dream about the Red River. Please enjoy!

Sorry everyone who reads. I'm currently in my last year in my college (yay!) and am doing preparations (mom scolded me to) before entering "real life" or whatever. Anyway! I'm back (hopefully I can continuously update xD), I'm inspired (many thanks to Nessy2008 I love you sooo much!) and I know the events I want to add to this story :3 So here we go :D

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Disclaimer: I do not own Red River

A gothic punk, musician to be girl, Yuki, was dragged to ancient Hattusa by the desperate Urhi. What happens when she, who resembles Yuri, meets he who is in love with their Ishtar, Zannanza?

Dream about the Red River

A Friend

Zannanza's POV

Yuki. She's the only one I have in my mind. From the moment I awake until I lay myself to sleep. I fear for what may happen to her, I am overwhelmed by anxiety, curiosity, anger, a whole lot of negative emotions. Not even sleep could pacify my crushed emotions, I have night terrors about her. I see her tied up, full of cuts and dried blood. Her black hair turned dull and her cheeks tainted with her tears. The worst of these terrors is finding her lifeless and violated. It was so maddening. Without her beside me, I'm anxious, I'm mad, I'm torn apart... I'm not me.

It surprised me how much my feelings for this boyish girl escalated. She was similar yet different from Yuri. Yuri is simple and wise while Yuki is, well, Yuki. She's annoying, frank, rude, boyish, loud, fierce, hardworking, childish, and loving. She's different from Yuri… Their names frighten me, such similarity only differentiated by one letter; one letter that could change the emotion I feel. I miss her terribly so. She became my source of entertainment, the salve for my wounded heart.

She was so new to my world. I was in a state where I could taste my sad luck. I was experiencing heartbreak. Then she came, sputtering water and yelling undecipherable words. She looked so refreshing to my eyes. She looked like Yuri at first and she caught my attention. Spending time with her, I realised she is much more than Yuri. If Yuri is like a gazelle, Yuki is a panther... gorgeously dangerous. She has a sharp and frank tongue and constantly annoys me but that's what made her my Yuki.

Wait... my Yuki? Well it does sound promising.

"My Prince! I have brought good news!" Emyr cried out.

"What is it?"

"Hahhum and Haran have fallen! I was told to pass the message that you are to sneak in and rescue Ishtar while his Highness Prince Kail continue battling."

"It is frightening how iron could decide the end of a battle."

"With this, Princess Yuri could be saved early!"

"Pray Emyr, do pray. I shall go, the earlier I get Yuri; the closer I come to rescuing Yuki."

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Yuki's POV

My head is fucking killing me! What the fuck?! I opened my eyes and saw an ugly ceiling. Ok, bad joke but the ceiling really looks oogleh (disclaimer: got this from She's the Man 2006 movie. Heard this exaggerated word for ugly. Watch it. It's cute xD). I looked around and noticed that this was the room where I was first kept. I looked at my body and tried moving my arms. I can feel it. I can move... I can move!

"Oh shit!" I was too excited I've no other words to express it. I walked towards the window, I guess it's a window, and saw the moon high up the sky. Where could I be? I looked down and daaaamn, it'll break a few bones to get out of here. I gota get to Zannanza as whole as possible, I mean I gotta help with the war and broken bones scream USELESS. I gotta get the hell outta here.

"Akan?" I heard Lanchia call.

"Lanchia?" I called back. I've been aware that Lanchia didn't really want to 'kill' me. I've been hearing her pleas every night. Oh wait, that didn't sound so right. Well anyway, she's like forced to follow butt face Phelan.

"A..kan?"She walked towards me, slowly and gracefully. Man, girls here are so graceful! Look at me, after all these forgotten numbers of day here and I'm still the tomboy I was, am, whatever. Ugh, grammar, please have pity.

"Yuzue. Call me Yuzue." I smiled a small one and Lanchia threw herself at me.

"I am so sorry Yuzue! Please do forgive me! The guilt is eating my heart out. You have saved my brother's life yet we repaid you by making you a container of Akan!" She sobbed.

"I'm back. And this time, I'll make sure I'll get back to Zannanza. I have to. I need to." She looked at me with sad, frightened eyes. I know she doesn't want me here, trapped like a science experiment but she's also afraid of Phelan and I understand that.

"I'll help you."

"You what?!" I asked, pretty shocked.

"I'll help you get out of here. I'll even help you with Akan!"

"That… Lanchia are you sure?"

"I am. You've helped me with my brother! You saved him! You were so nice to Rhys and I! I was purposely trying to be over happy and yet you were so kind to me…"

"Lanchia, I get it. Thank you… I'd really need some of your help. But trust me, I won't let it ruin your relationship with your brother." I gave her a smile and she returned it. Without saying anything I know that she's giving me a thank you. Her eyes said it all. We walked outside the room, trying to find food. I mean I got hungry and she heard my stomach growling and mind you, it was very embarrassing. Thank all the gods out there that Lanchia just chuckled it off and led me out. So here we are, trying to find food.

"How were you able to break her curse?" She suddenly asked. I looked once again at my hands, still elated that I could move them by my own. It felt really weird knowing your body is moving but not with your own consent.

"I found a hole on her curse by being cursed again."

"A curse?"

"Yes. During the time I was trapped, a goddess kind of told me that if I couldn't convince Akan to embrace her death, my soul would be the one to poof out."

"Poo... What?"

"My soul will cease to exist."

The silence that came over us was deafening. She was staring at me, as if I would be gone in a blink of an eye. We reached the kitchen, or whatever they call it, and she gave me food. It tasted bland but my hunger ignored that fact. She was watching me closely as I ate it was weird.

"Tell me your name." She whispered as if afraid someone would hear her.

"Yuzue." I told her. I don't want them to know who I am.

"No, who are you?" She begged softly. So she knew that I gave a fake name.

"My name is Yuki Nanshe." It's a real name… I mean it's my Hittite name. I don't want the idea of other people knowing my real name.

"I knew it. There's something with you that I just can't, I don't even know how to say it."

"I'm sorry for lying."

"Do not be! You have every right to. However, now we're friends! I am Galatea of Troy. I was renamed as Lanchia after the Mitanni took us in."

"Lanchia… I mean, Galatea…"

"No, I'm fine with Lanchia." And she smiled her thousand-dollar smile.

"Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you too. Now, I'll do anything I can to help you!"

"I know you will. Thank you."

Lanchia then escorted me out to the garden. We were walking when all of a sudden a thought came into my mind.

"Lanchia! Oh my gosh, I just had this idea. Prince Jerk is training Akan right?" She looked at me with a questioning face.

"Ok, here goes my idea. I just thought that maybe I could stay a bit longer and train some more. I mean that would be to my advantage right?"

"That could be…"

"What?"

"Dangerous?"

"Oh come on! Been there, done that. So are you up for it?"

"Me? For what?"

"Can you hide this spirit thing secret?"

"I believe I can… but please do be careful, Nanshe."

"Yes I-" I stopped my words. I couldn't move, it's like my body just froze. I'm getting dizzy and I feel like vomiting.

"Nanshe?!" I can hear Lanchia calling and after a while I lost consciousness.

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Zannanza's POV

There's something wrong. I could feel it, it's like something happened to Yuki. What could've happened to her? Did the Mitanni do something to her? Is she wounded? Hurt? If the Prince of Darkness tried to even touch a single strand of her hair I will-

"Prince! Please do focus! We are in the territory of the enemy, please focus!" I heard Emyr whisper.

"Yes, Emyr, I am very well focused…"

I'm such a terrible liar.

A/N: I'm back! Read and Review! Huhu I've wounded my effing thumb -_-" It hurts :'((( You know that part where your skin and nail meets? Yah, my wound is there. Ugh be careful people :'(