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Behind These Eyes

Chapter 9

The Return of the Memories

By: Kazuma20

Ranma woke up in a cold sweet. He sat on the bed and was breathing heavily.

'Man, that was an intense dream. I can't believe it.' he thought.

Ranma looked over to the window and saw it was raining, but the sun was still coming up on the horizon. He turned to the table and saw Alexander drinking from a tea cup.

"Did you have a bad dream, Ranma?" asked Alexander.

"Yeah, you could say that Alexander." replied Ranma.

"Was it the same as before?" he then asked.

"Yeah, in this one the kingdom and the Queen ended." replied Ranma.

"I had that dream, too."

"You did Alexander? That's weird."

"I really don't know. I been plagued by these dream for years. So, much so that I can barely sleep at times."

"You told me that already."

"Sorry, Ranma. But anyway I talked to the others yesterday while you were sleeping."

"So, what did they say?" asked Ranma.

"They said they have been plagued by the same dreams as we are having since they were fourteen."

"What could it mean?"

"I don't know what it means."

"Well find out soon, huh?"

"Yeah," replied Alexander and looked at his Swiss movement wristwatch. "We should get pack. We leave in three hours."

"Geez. It's been a week already."

"I'm going to go tell the others." commented Alexander and got up then went to the door.

Ranma got up and headed for the bathroom.

Alexander finished putting in his luggage as the other four came behind him. They put in there own luggage.

Alexander then closed it. The others were headed for the doors.

"Does everybody have all their things?" asked Alexander.

"Yeah, dude."

"Yes."

"Of course."

"Yeah."

"Good, because I don't fell like coming back here in case you forgot something."

Everyone entered the vehicle and Alexander started her up. He then pulled out of the parking space and drove a little way to the road then stopped. He pulled onto the road.

"How mush did you win?" asked Alexander.

"A nice chunk of change." replied Galahad.

"Alexander where's your guitar?" asked Gawain.

"It should be in the back." he replied.

Gawain started to dig and soon found it. The case was propped up against the seat. He pulled the case out and opened it. He pulled out the guitar and put the case back behind him.

"How about sone music?" asked Gawain.

"Sur." they replied.

"Will you do the singing for us Ranma?" he asked.

"Sure."

Gawain started to play slowly and softly plucking the strings with his fingernails.

Through early morning fog I see

Visions of the things to be

The pains that are withheld for me

I realize and I can see . . .

That suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

The game of life is hard to play

I'm gonna lose it anyway

The losing card I'll someday lay

So this is all I have to say.

Suicide is painless (Suicide)

It brings on many changes (Change)

And I can take or leave it if I please. (Ple-ase)

The sword of time will pierce our skins

It doesn't hurt when it begins

But as it works its way on in

The pain grows stronger . . . watch it grin, but . . .

Suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

A brave man once requested me

to answer questions that are key

Is it to be or not to be?

And I replied, "oh why ask me?"

And suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

And I can take or leave it if I please.

...and you can do the same thing if you please.

Ranma stopped then Gawain. He continued to play the guitar.

It was close to one o'clock in the afternoon when they reached Paris. Alexander pulled the vehicle to a stop on the side of the street.

"So, why are we stopping?" asked Galahad.

"To get something to eat." replied Alexander.

"Where? It cost an arm and a leg to eat in this city." commented Gawain.

"Well, if I remember correctly there's a nice café close by." replied Alexander.

"You, ben here before? What I mean is besides us driving through the city." commented Tristan.

"Yes, I came here with my parents and sister for a vacation three years ago."

They exited and started to walk on the street to the café. The people looked at the motley crew of a group three looked like they came from middle class families. Another looked like he just came from China, and the other looked like a priest the way he was dressed.

"Ah! Here it is Café de Villa." replied Alexander. "Let's sit at the table."

They sat down at a table waiting for a waiter to come by, and they didn't have to wait long for one to come by.

"Bonjour! What can I get for you?" he asked.

They looked over the menu on the English side.

"I'll take Duckling A'la Orange." replied Alexander.

"I'll have Roast Turkey." said Galahad.

Give me Almond Chicken." stated Ranma.

"I would like Beef Bourguignon." replied Gawain.

"And I'll have Pork Roast and Sauerkraut." said Tristan.

"And to drink, monsieurs?" he then asked.

"Lemonade."

"Tea." three of them said.

"Coca Cola."

"I'll be back with your drinks in a moment, monsieurs." he replied and walked off.

They started to talk about the fun they had in Monto Carlo.

Alexander pulled the vehicle to a stop in front of a house. It was two stories high middle class. Gawain got out with his bags. So, did Tristan.

"So, see you guys at school." stated Alexander.

"Yeah, I'll see you at school guys." replied Gawain.

"Later guys see you at school tomorrow." stated Tristan.

Alexander put the vehicle in drive and drove off. He turned around and drove back down the street. Then down another street. He soon pulled to a stop in front of Galahad's house.

It was a nice three story house in an upper-middle class area. Galahad grabbed his bags then he exited the vehicle.

"I'll see you guys at school tomorrow." stated Galahad.

"Later Galahad." said Alexander.

"See you, dude." commented Ranma.

Alexander drove off down the street.

Alexander pulled to the curve and Ranma got out of the vehicle. Alexander popped the trunk open.

Ranma got his bag out of the back and closed it. He walked to the driver's side and shouldered his bag. He stopped by the door.

"I think that the dream is a past memory." replied Ranma.

"So, do I. I'll look into it when I get home. I have books on the subject."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I started looking into it when I first started having the dreams when I was fourteen. So, I found as many books on the subject as I could to explain the dreams."

"Okay, tell me what you find tomorrow. At school, okay?"

"Sure, see you tomorrow then."

Alexander pulled back onto the road and drove off to the rental place.

He pulled in and took out his backpack and put it on and then pulled out his guitar and grabbed a big duffle bag. He walked into the office and delivered the keys back. They gave back his security deposit. He then left and started the long walk back to the base.

He entered the house he live on at the base with his family. He took off his shoes and walked into the living room. He saw his ever present father behind his ever present newspaper.

"Hello, sir."

"Hello son."

Alexander walked past where his father sat. His father held out his hand as he past him.

"And my credit card."

He stopped and pulled the card out of his pocket and dropped it in his hands.

"Here you go, sir."

"Thank you."

Alexander walked into his room and shut his door before locking it. He put his guitar down and throw his bag on the bed. He walked to his bookcase and pulled some books off the shelf. He then sat down at his desk.

He then turned on the radio and turned the dial till he reached a classical music station. He flipped open the book and started to read.

Ranma stood in front of the stove cooking himself some dinner. He turned off the fire to the stove. He felt a pain in his head and he fell to his knee's and then grabbed his head.

He screamed in agony as the pain shot through his head. His head touched the floor, and he could fell the pain spread from his head to his body.

'What's wrong with my body? Why does it hurt so much?' he thought.

He heard two things hit the ground next to him. All of a sudden he felt his body freeze and lay on the ground.

He brought his head up and his eyes locked onto the pendent and reached for it. He grabbed it and put it on. He then reached for the ring and put in his right ring finger.

Ranma felt his body seem to unfreeze and his powers slowly return to him stronger then before. He started to stand up shakily and leaned on the counter. His right hand on his head holding his head.

He suddenly saw flashed in front of his eyes. They were fast in successions. He saw some events from the dream, then they stopped.

"The dreams were not a dream at all. It was the memory of my past life." he said to no one. "Then does this mean the other's dreams were also memories?"

Ranma soon ate and went to bed. His head still hurting.

To Be Continued . . . In Chapter 10: Symphony of the Night.

Authors Note: I finished another chapter this one fast. It only took me a week to write it. I hope you like this chapter. The song is titled Suicide is Painless it came from the movie M.A.S.H.. Read and Review. Kazuma20 signing out.