Dream

"MIIIIISS!" a man with wild black hair screamed, chasing after a young girl. "COME BACK! ALL I WANT IS A DATE!"

Suddenly, he tripped and fell on his face. Holding his face in his hands, he mumbled, "All right, who in the. . .?" He looked behind him, and his words halted in mid-air as he came face-to-face with two angry looking women. Both had bright red hair, but it was hard to tell that they were sisters.

"Darling," the first one said, stepping up to the fallen man, "what do you think you are doing?" Her voice was dripping with jealousy and annoyance, her blue eyes shining with rage. She wore a pale pink shirt under a bright blue covering, and black shorts. Her choice of footwear were long, brown boots that covered most of her thighs.

"N. . . . n-nothing," he replied. His onyx eyes unconsciously reflected fear. These two were none to mess with.

The other, younger one scoffed. "Yeah right," she retorted. "You were just being yourself." Her big, reflective glasses covered her eyes, and her baggy, red coat covered her body.

"So?" The man got up, dusting off his brown tank top and cream-colored pants. Looking up, he ducked just in time to avoid two fists aimed for his face.

"Carrot!" the younger sister yelled. "You can't go around flirting with every girl in sight!"

"Why not!" he answered back, running from the two girls. Watching the scene, a safe distance away, were two men. The taller, muscular one, leaning against the wall of a building folded his hands, covered with fingerless gloves, behind his head. Covering his muscles was a green tank top and a black jacket, jeans and boots completing his ensemble.

"There they go," he said, turning his blue eyes to his companion. The shorter man watched as his older brother was. . . once again. . . flirting with a pretty girl and the two sisters were chasing after him. His long, dark hair fluttered as the three past him quickly, creating a slight breeze. He wore a white, long-sleeved tunic with a purple sash.

His golden eyes were focused on his brother, but a pale hand covered them as the older one crashed into a building.

"Chocolate and Tira are really going to get him now," the taller one said, pushing strands of his gold hair out of his eyes.

The smaller one turned his golden eyes towards him. "You sound like you are enjoying this, Gateau," he said.

Gateau shrugged. "We don't get things done this way, but the unbeautiful one deserves what he gets." The other just let out a sigh.

Suddenly, the two sisters pulled off their coverings, revealing their true forms. Chocolate wore a red halter top, and baggy black pants, her magenta hair pulled into a cap, a sharp-tipped garrote as her weapon. Tira no longer wore the giant glasses. Her crimson eyes flared with mischief as she pulled off the red coat, revealing an orange and white jumpsuit, holding in her hand a whip.

The wild teen's eyes widened. "Oh no. . ." he muttered.

A smirk made its way on Tira's lips. "Now Carrot," she said, her voice deeper than before, "it's time for your punishment."

He ran again as they tried to catch him, jumping up and down to avoid the garrote and whip.

Gateau chuckled slightly. "Now Carrot's going to get it," he said. "The Misu sisters transformed into their dominatrix."

The other felt his eyebrow twitch in slight embarrassment. ". . . . . . Brother. . . . . . . . "

End dream

The being groaned as his mind slowly drifted back to consciousness. 'What kind of dream was that?' he wondered to himself.

It took him a while before he felt the pain in his body. He made no attempt to open his eyes, but rather gripped the sheet he felt in his hand. He gathered that he was lying on a bed. He wanted to sit up, but as he tried, felt a sharp pain spread throughout his entire being, and his head throbbed terribly. He couldn't stop the painful moan that escaped from his mouth.

"Don't move," he heard a gentle, feminine voice whisper. Curiously, he opened his eyes. He was greeted by a blurry, dark figure against a gray background. His vision couldn't focus, and his mind whirled in pain.

He felt a hand tenderly lift his head up, as another placed the rim of a cup to his lips. "This will help you recover," the voice murmured, and he felt a cool liquid enter his mouth, sliding down his throat. He didn't resist. He couldn't. He didn't have the strength to.

The hand gently returned his head to the cushion underneath. "Get some rest. Your wounds will heal soon." Then he watched as the shadowy character left.

Did she say 'wounds'? Was he hurt? Why? What had happened to him? Is that why he felt pain consuming his body?

What had he done to cause him to be as injured as he was? He couldn't remember. In fact…why couldn't he remember anything? What was his name?

The dream he had prior to his awakening had mentioned some names, but he highly doubted those were his. Who was he, then, and why was he hurt?

He felt drowsy. His mind drifted out again.

'Where could he go?' Carrot wondered. 'We should have found him by now.'

He slowly returned to where the other three were resting. They had been searching for a few days for the missing hunter, all in vain.

'Maybe, Marron was. . . No, that hole was just a trap for some animal. But one of his magic charms was in there. Maybe he fell in because he didn't see it. But then where would he be now?'

"Carrot," Tira said, as he returned, "it's been two days, and we haven't found Marron yet. Maybe. . . ."

Carrot turned to look at her. "Maybe what?" he asked.

"Tira thinks that maybe we should head into town," Chocolate said.

"What? Why?"

"Face it, Carrot," Gateau said, standing up, "we've been searching all over this place, and we can't find Marron anywhere."

"So? We should just look harder."

"Carrot," Tira said suddenly, "if we go into town, maybe we can find people who would help us."

Carrot looked down at the ground. Everything was silence.

"Darling? Please?"

"Fine," Carrot said. "Let's go into town."

"There's a problem with that," Gateau piped up.

They looked at him. "What's that?" they asked.

"Marron was the one who knew where we going. Without him, we're completely lost."

Silence hovered over them as they thought about how they were going to get to the next village without the aid of the one who knew which direction to go.

TBC