Dreamscape
By Musou Misora
Standard disclaimer applies. This chapter will not be written in first person or present tense. Dear lord, I hope all of you know what I mean...*looks hopeful* Do you?
*shakes head* Gomen nasai, minna-chan. It's all too often I read a story by an author who switches tenses and persons without giving warning. I've made it my personal mission to rid all of Fandom from the evil bonds of bad grammar and spelling.
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Chapter Seven: Jiboujiki, Self-Abandonment
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Usagi walked confidently down a well-populated street. Her hair now cut to her shoulders and dyed black, and her eyes now brown because of colored contacts, the Tsuki no Hime blended in perfectly with the other people. She knew what Michiru was up to...
High treason to her Princess... she mentally noted. At least the others vaguely understood. She had been remembering all the good things when she told Michiru she could live a little longer. Usagi hated everything that reminded of her friends, all dead by her hand or working. Therefore, she killed her parents and Naru, as well as destroyed Hikawa Shrine.
But even now, Usagi realized that her actions were not leading to her one, true desire. These deaths meant nothing to her dream.
Usagi suddenly regretted killing them.
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It was all up to her now. Michiru stood above the city, watching Usagi's every move. The younger girl had run out of Tokyo into a forest crying, most likely because she was starting to feel guilty.
Usagi-chan, Michiru thought. Don't you understand that we'll forgive you?
Michiru had by now reached the spot where Usagi had disappeared. Anxious to set things right, the teal haired woman stepped bravely into the thick underbrush, only to be confronted by a knife and Usagi's grinning face.
"You fell for my little trick..."
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Everything was dark. It surrounded her, choked her, and at the same time loved her. The darkness confused her senses, yet sharpened them; clouded her vision, but she saw clearly; mocked her voice, as she sang clearly and beautifully.
What was this place? Could it be hell, or perhaps Heaven? Maybe it was just a void, where souls that had been destined for greatness went after they died the most horrible and unexpected deaths.
Or was this the Dreamscape? An unseen wind encircled her, and immediately she knew that it was the same spring wind she felt in the garden just the other day.
Haruka's arms, so welcoming and warm; loving and light. That was what it was. It was perfectly set in simplicity, the only way she would have it.
She was about to fall asleep again, when a memory erupted. The Dreamscape? If this was what it was, then it was sheer horror. How could she mistake a wind for her true love? But, more importantly, how had she gotten here? She remembered nothing.
Nothing...
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(Confused by the ending? Well, join the club: so am I. Learn to live with it, ne? I do this kind of stuff all the time. It annoys the hell out of my friends...)
---Musou Misora
"He can't remember a time when he felt needed
If love was red then he was colorblind
All his friends they've been tried for treason
In crimes that were never defined
He's saying "Love is like a barren place
And reaching out for human faith
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive
And push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that he's hanging all his hopes on the stars
(What a pleasant dream)..."
-Savage Garden, 'To The Moon and Back'
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