Warning: PG-13 foc language and a little violence, spoilers for the series, AU and OOC, weird in overall
Dreams: Psychic C & P by G. Arnet -aka- The Lady of the Night, 2001
[ Me ni utsuru mono...
Te ni furetari kanjiru mono...
Sore ga bokura no sekai...
Donna ni yume wo mite
Take a picture by eyes...
To feel by hand when touching...
That's my whole world...
To see how the dream is like, too
- Garnet Crow "Mysterious Eyes" ]
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Layer III: Mysterious Eyes
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Later that night...
...
A dream...
He was standing in the darkness. This was a dream, he noted. A different dream he noted, again. Why would the dreams changed, he wondered.
Softly the wind caressed his black raven hair, as if it was whispering words of forgotten memories. A strange wall-like-mirror caught his attention. The mirror reflected his form in a full length.
He reached out to touch the glass. The glass was smooth and cold under his palm. He was fascinated by his growth for the past few years. He never looked at himself this intense before. No more childish face, no more sad eyes. He grew taller, maybe as tall as Subaru now.
He traced the wall slightly as if he was afraid to shatter the glass under his pressure. The mirror blurred as if was done by his touch
The mist of the mirror slowly parted and revealed a pair of purple eyes. The same eyes, but not his face. His eyes, but not his face. This stranger's face was lovely, smooth and pale white.
The beauty of this stranger's face enchanted him.
Who are you?
[ I am you ]
The stranger smiled a sad smile.
Why?
A shadow embraced the stranger from behind in the most loving way. The stranger smiled softly at the shadow.
The shadow caught his eyes with those luminous golden eyes.
[ Soon...Peacock-san ] whispered the shadow.
Who?
Silence replied his question.
He mused.
Yet, he couldn't help marvel the deep affection between the two. Lovers perhaps? Two pairs of hands entwined in such way as if they promised not to be apart.
A red thread bonded them, finger to finger, in one destiny.
And then, they faded into the darkness.
No. Wait.
And the mirror shattered into brilliant small glasses.
He shielded his eyes from the light, still wondering about the two.
The light dimmed eventually and the place went dark once again.
The shattered glasses, he noted, reflected his past life. He could see different memories now and then. The memories he would want to forget but couldn't.
The ones when his mother died. The old house was burning with his mother in it. The last words from her before she died.
The ones when his aunt Tokiko died, bearing the Shinken.
The ones when he played with Fuuma and Kotori, that afternoon. His happy childhood, and the first promise he made.
The ones when Fuuma, no, the black Kamui, destroyed his dreams. The one scene when the black Kamui killed Kotori.
And her last words he heard from Kakyou.
/The future is not yet decided/
She died like his mother.
It was her wish, Kakyou said, to die for earth, for him, for Fuuma. Ironic. He was a dragon of heaven for Kotori and Fuuma; yet, he only could save Fuuma.
Kakyou told him that Kotori's death changed the wheel of the destiny. She rather shattered her self in exchanged for their future.
*Tell me, Kotori, even if your wish saved the earth, and even my wish sealed the faith. What's good for me when you're not here with me? *
Two figures appeared before him.
Kotori...little bird...Taishinofujin.
A girl...the goddess with ...golden...eyes...?
He woke up saying another name. The name belonged to that young girl with golden eyes.
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A dream...
She was standing in a place with no edge. The place was dark and silent. It was a strange dream and different from yesterday, she noted.
She tried to speak but no sound coming out. She gave up after trying for sometime. She knelt down on the ground, which made of glass. She looked down beyond the depth of the darkness within the glass.
She leaned over and placed her hands on the ground to support her weight. The ground was cold like ice. She had grown so much for now she was a young woman in full blossom. Her face was not round anymore and her eyes were more matured. She was taller, although she was not as tall as Kamui.
She traced her face gently. She wondered what would Kamui or Subaru say when they see her dressed in a night gown, looking seductively like this.
The mist slowly covered the ground with its cold touch. She sat down, with hands on her lap, unsure what to do. The mist parted. She looked down again within the glass and saw a pair of golden eyes. The eyes were hers but not her face.
Golden orbs met the same color of irises.
Who are you?
[ I am you ]
A single tear fell from the shadow's cheek.
Why?
A pair of hand embraced the shadow like a lover. They were both smiling sadly at her. She could see the pain from their eyes. Something she couldn't understand.
The one that was embracing the shadow caught her eyes with that strange purple orbs.
[ Soon... my little one ]
Who?
Only silence replied.
She looked closer at the two.
She felt so sweet just by looking at them, and yet she also felt sad somehow. Maybe it was because of the grave look they cast upon each other. Yet, their hands were locked together tightly.
A red thread bonded them, finger to finger, in one destiny.
They were fading as the mist gathered again.
No. Wait.
But they were gone.
The world around her was dark again. She was lost once again. She never felt so lonely, so sad.
The mist came and gone.
The glassy ground brought out her memories of her life. The happiest time was the saddest one. The memories she tried to live on just like her friends told her, to live on her life to the fullest.
The ones when she met Kusanagi. When she came to Tokyo for the first time. It was so sweet of him.
The ones when he left for another.
The ones when she fell for another, and the ones when he only treated her as a friend and little sister.
The ones when Inuki protected her in the final battle. The ones when little Inuki merged with her power to protect her special one.
Because of her feeling so strong to protect him.
Inuki knew it.
Kusanagi knew it.
She felt warm inside. She knew, no matter what, Inuki was inside her, protecting her, sharing her life, sharing her power. A power she never knew she had.
She hugged her self and felt someone was holding her tightly. She smiled in her endless, blissful dream.
*Kusanagi-san, wherever you are, I hope you are happy. Because now I'm contented with my life, even when you're not here with me. *
Two figures appeared before her.
A dragon's of earth... an Angel... Kusanagi-san.
A young man... a wanderer with... amethyst eyes?
She mumbled his name in her sleep. Another name belongs to that young man with amethyst eyes. (2)
...
Sakura stared at the night sky. It was very amusing when she could see stars in this CLAMP area better than her house. She was in love with the stars since her childhood. She remembered the time when she looked at them with her father and brother.
She couldn't go back to sleep after the dream. A strange one indeed. A different one perhaps. She couldn't remember it clearly.
She saw some figures, one with green eyes, and the others with different colors, but she couldn't see their faces.
"Sakura-chan?"
She turned around and saw Shaoran in half a sleep state on their bed in a hotel room (3).
Sakura giggled at him. Shaoran looked so adorable in his white-blue stripe pajama and his face looked so damn cute. Shaoran frowned.
"You're laughing at me, didn't you?" Shaoran went to her and gave her a tickle.
Sakura laughed, "Stop that. It's not my fault that you looked kawai."
Shaoran grinned and took Sakura's lips in a long passionate kiss.
After a long blissful moment, they broke apart.
Sakura giggled. "We better go back to bed, we promised onii-chan that we wouldn't do anything."
"Yeah right, don't want to wake those two in the other room."
Then they huddled back to sleep.
...
Subaru didn't sleep for days. Basically, he was a mess.
He looked at the reports from Suoh again and matched them with the reports from his friends in the government and fellow sorcerers.
He was worried about Kamui and the tournament. The tournament was suspiciously dangerous with the deaths and all, since some of the victims were the fighters from the tournament. Their blood and psychic energy were drained by someone, or more likely, something.
He closed his eyes. His one eye hurt damn well. F*ck. Time was running out and his friend was in danger. And he knew how stubborn Kamui was.
He stared on the silent walls, lost in thought. Something was missing, but he couldn't figure what. A connection...he needed to find the connection between the victims. Other than the tournament, he found nothing. Not much of help, he thought dryly.
His eyes were getting heavy. He was too tired to realize he needed sleep badly.
*Just rest for a while...just a while...*
He drifted into sleep and saw...a dream he shouldn't see.
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He was in a dream, so dark like the night and so cold like the ice. He realized he was in someone else's dream, someone's heart.
/But who?/
She was standing in a few distances away, with her back on his. She looked translucent in some ways, her presence was more like a ghost. Her aura of life was dim and cold.
She was wearing a white undergarment (4), a satin dress that shaped her feature well. Her long hair fell on her back. Sometimes the wind gently played with her hair, exposing her long neck.
Her skin was the color of cold ivory, yet delicate as if he could feel it.
The dream changed somehow. She was still there, but they were not in that darkness anymore. Instead, they were in a garden.
There was snow everywhere like in every winter.
In front of her, there was a boy sitting on the snowy ground, on a pool of blood. The boy was embracing a dead woman, dressed in kimono.
He noted that the boy seems not to notice her and him.
Now that he looked closely at the boy, he realized that the boy was the younger version of the man that killed his sister a long time ago. The boy was young and yet so mature, so cold. The boy smiled a heartless smile.
He clenched and unclenched his fish upon seeing the boy's expression. Now was not the time to get personal...yet.
There was a sound of a door being closed and some steps running into the garden.
The boy knew who was coming, and panicked.
A young girl ran into the garden and saw the horror. She screamed and screamed and screamed as he caught and held her tightly. The boy had a difficult time to restrain her.
The young girl was screaming, kicking, trying to break his hold. She did and ran away from there.
The young boy went after the young girl.
Subaru and the other spectator watched the scene in silence.
He looked at her back and felt now sign of emotion from her.
The surrounding changed again.
They were now in a forest. Green shades of the leaves everywhere with some colorful hues of luminous flowers, and with tall trees and hidden bushes.
The boy had caught the young girl and had her pinned under him. She scratched his face, screamed and cried. He grabbed her both hands and forced them over her head.
The young girl screamed again as the young boy tore her shirt open and...
And the surrounding began to fade into motion sepia.
She turned around, facing him. She locked her eyes on his. Those eyes were blazing in golden hue. Cold. Silence. Anger.
/You... should not be here.../ Her mouth formed those words slowly.
She waved her hand and chanted some unknown ancient spells. She conjured fire spell from her palm. The flame changed into rose petals and started to attack him.
Storm of rose petals blinded him for a moment. And when he could see again, everything was in a dark motion silence.
And she was gone...
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Subaru woke up clenching his blanket so tightly. He breathed heavily.
/It was just a dream.../
*It was just a dream... A dream a dream, * he chanted the words over and over again. He remembered bits of the dreams, yet couldn't remember her face.
And he couldn't help the feeling he felt from the dream.
Pain. Anger. Betrayed.
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In another dream, another illusion...
Darkness had always been a part of his world. His illusions. The great Sakura tree was still standing there like a magic that was as old as the ancient time.
The tree seemed to glow in radiant light. Its aura illuminated in such a power from feeding upon people. They said, dead beings were food to make the tree beautiful. Originally, the Sakura tree had white Sakura petals, but since it feed upon blood, the colors of the petals changed into pink, an almost color as blood.
The guardian always made sure it was feed correctly upon its wish.
The guardian was now standing near it and gazing blankly at his surrounding.
He pictured some memories in his mind.
When he spent his time with the Sumeragi, and how it ended. And that thrilling chased and to be chased. Ah, Subaru was a worthy opponent. His life was pretty exciting, taunting the boy. Nay, Subaru had grown to be a man now. Not fun anymore, yet, it kept him amused. He chuckled bitterly. Ah, maybe he was too old already.
Then he remembered a certain past of his mother. A beautiful one she was. Long black hair, lovely pale face, and lips red like blood. An Angel she was, and an Angel she had been. She always wore that white kimono, which stained with blood after her /job/ finished. She always liked the Camellia more than the Sakura, he wondered why. He couldn't understand her sometimes, and neither did she. Heck, nobody understood him, and he didn't care.
There was another angel, with pretty eyes, and as innocent as Subaru. The young girl, before he met Subaru. Someone he thought he had forgotten.
Ah this place, it was so dark in this maboroshi, he thought. So like him.
The Sakura wept silently, mourning for something or mocking him, he didn't know anymore.
The Sakura petals were falling like an endless rain.
Kirei...
"Very beautiful," He whispered to the tree.
Yes, yes. He felt old already. The tree had found its new would be guardian. Subaru was a fool sometimes, so childish in his own revenge and compassion. It wasn't funny when Subaru came, but it was amusing. His mortal enemy warned him about the thing he had known.
He laughed almost mockingly, "Too sweet. Too innocent, my dear Subaru-kun."
*Almost like her...*
Seishirou gazed on the tree again. Yes...the tree wouldn't need him anymore. It had found his replacement. His replacement was already in the city.
Ah, the Sakura tree wouldn't need him anymore.
Would it be mattered? Soon he could feel again, maybe a fraction before his death. Heck, he felt that strange feeling already.
How many years since /she/ sacrificed her self for him, for this damned title? Cursed her to make him felt this way.
*Yet, her face was so angelic...almost sacred.*
He stared on his palms. He could still see it, the blood from her body on his hands. The blood was red on the snow.
He stared at his hands again. The blood was still there.
*I shouldn't have fallen in love with her...*
/Flashback/
He placed the body on the altar. He had carried her dead body all the way here. To a place he knew she loved most.
A Sanctuary.
Gently, he cleaned her dress but it was still stained with blood and mud, wet from the night rain and the snow.
He took off a silver cross from his neck and entwined the jewel together with her hands on her chest.
He looked at her lovely face lovingly for one second of bliss. There was a trace of tears and a faint smile on her lips. He touched it, so soft like the cherry it self, red like blood on her pale-like-snow face.
After that he shut everything he ever felt. Locked in the deep side of his heart.
He lifted her face slowly with both hands and kissed her forehead feather light kiss. He rested his forehead against her.
"Kimi o Aishiteru yo," he whispered softly.
He stepped back. The strange ache gripped his heart again.
The Sakura petals started to form and swirl around him.
"Sleep well..." the Sakura began to engulf him.
"My love..."
And the dark once against claimed its victim in that silent music.
/End Flashback/
He stared at the hovering three.
A moment passed and another time rolled.
Suddenly he heard giggles echoed inside his long last Maboroshi, breaking his reverie.
"Who's there?" he turned his back to that sound.
The giggles became clear.
No one had ever entered his illusion without his acknowledged, except maybe Subaru.
He was on his guard but he wasn't ready when a girl appeared from the mist, from inside the whirling rose petals. The rose petals brushed her hair gently, revealing her feature and face ever so clearly.
"Sei-chan..." she said with a clear lovingly tone.
It brought shock to him, as if he had seen a ghost. And perhaps, she was one.
A young girl, face white like the snow, pale like the moonlight, with lips red like the rose, more red than the Sakura. She has those innocent eyes, purple bright like velvet.
"!!"
- [ Tsuzuku ] -
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Layer III:
(1). From a novel by Yoshiki Tanaka, art by CLAMP, I swear Kotori
looked like Taishinofujin
(2). I have a weird sense of story telling, they were from CLAMP's
debut work +P
(3). No H minded please ^^;
(4). NOT transparent of course
5. Thank you for Yoshida Kenji for the translation of "Mysterious
Eyes" sang by Garnet Crow
6. Ahh, well, Seishirou had a big OOC plastered on his face, (he
seems pathetic _) gomen ^^;;
7. Finished layer III: 050301
8. Credits: to Spectre for helping me on the editing ^^ and to Silver Wind and Sumeragi Aoi for encouraging me to continue
