Chapter 7
So through the woods they went. Many hours passed, and night fell. And through the men's mind, each had a dream.
Hotohori found himself back at the palace, where he was brushing his hair, with the moonlight from outside shinning down upon it. His room suddenly over looked a peaceful lake, where the stars and moon were reflected. From the shadows of his room, Kristin appeared, her hair following gently in the wind behind her. White satin lace she wore, and her skin looked especially soft. She crawled into his robes of gleaming white, and they looked momentarily into each other's eyes.
She was so beautiful, he noted. Oh how deep had his love grown for her during that year he spent with out her. He longed for her more and more, and now her face was there, just beneath his, snuggling into his robes.
"I'm cold," she softly said.
"Then stay here for as long as you like," Hotohori replied. And then, he took her face in his hands, and gently kissed her upon the mouth. It was a long, sweet kiss, and somewhere in the background, faintly playing music was heard. A romantic love song, featuring the soothing sounds of the oboe against strings and a soft tinkle of chimes.
Nakago would not dare tell the others what he would dream about. He was back in the Kutou palace, as well, in a beautifully blue tiled bathroom. His body was emersed in a bubbly bath, and Martha came in, serving him and massaging him, and playing with his hair . . . oh, how he loved his woman. She took such good care of him! And then . . . she would slip into the tub with him and play with his fingers, his toes, poke him and giggle that cute little giggle of hers. He'd have all the cheez its he wanted on one side, and his woman at the other.
This was life.
Tasuki, on the other hand, started out with a nightmare. He was drowning, feeling his body falling deeper and deeper beneath the watery waves, when suddenly, Caitlin appeared. She was in a beautiful mermaid form, and she swam over to him, and suddenly, he could breathe. Suddenly, he could swim (though not as a mermaid because that would look weird, I think). The came to rest at the bottom of the ocean, lake, or whatever sort of body of water they were in. There seemed to be a whole different world under here, and Caitlin lay on the sandy bottom, as Tasuki took off his clothes and . . . well, we know how guys dream.
Tomo . . . was having nightmares about the equation he had to do for the old man guarding the bridge. He tried to get Kailein in his dream, but all that came were a million chemically potions, and he was forced to swallow it all down, and by the time he woke up, he felt so sure that he had swallowed that concoction and was going to die. He also woke up feeling rather bloated about the whole idea.
Miboshi was running through a field with Makiko, frolicking, really. It was night time, and the moon was big and round, and the stars overly sparkling. They romped around, and several times fell down and got lost in a moment of embracing bliss. There was much of an exchange of kiss, and after awhile, tired out from all the running, they settled down, and Makiko lay on his chest, as they gazed up at the stars, trying to find their own, and finally noticing that there were two moons in the sky instead of one . . .
Mitsukake (yeah - I forgot to put him and Chichiri in the last chapter. Mitsukake's question was 'What . . . was that fake demon sickness that Kristin got in the first book of Damsels in Distress?' and Chichiri's was 'What is the Japanese word for "you know"?' ) . . . Mitsukake had a weird dream of being attacked by cats, and then, he was being attacked by all the warriors of Suzaku for being witty and having a personality. He woke up with a start, and noticed Chichiri was awake.
"Chichiri?"
Chichiri had a troubled dream, that's why. In his dream . . . he saw everyone else's dreams. And he could see the symbolism of each.
"What's wrong?" Mitsukake said, sitting up.
"I saw your dreams," Chichiri said, "everyone's, actually."
"Uh-oh," Mitsukake said, "you . . . you can't read our minds, too, can you?'
"No," Chichiri said. "But . . . this is disturbing me, no da."
"What happened?" Mitsukake asked.
"Well, most of everyone had a dream of close love," Chichiri said, "Kristin . . . I believe she might actually be able to come back and be the Empress of Konan."
"Well, that's good," Mitsukake said.
"And Martha . . . I think she might REALLY become Nakago's wife, which will make him happy, and will calm his bad heart."
"Oh, that's good, too!" Mitsukake said.
"Tasuki is going to overcome his fear of water because of his love for Caitlin . . . and I think they're going to married, soon."
"Hm," Mitsukake said, "well . . . they were meant for each other, even if they are a rather feisty couple."
"Don't get your self in trouble with those two," Chichiri warned. "Miboshi . . . he and Makiko will definitely be married, and I think they will be fleeing back and forth between worlds."
"Oh, that's nice," Mitsukake said.
"But Tomo . . . he's being highly distracted, and that's not good. Especially since Kailein DOES carry his child right now. That question the old man at the bridge laid him with . . . I think it my be foretelling something. Look after him, Mitsukake. He's fearing of dying from poison. Don't let him fall into some trap. And . . . you might want to be careful yourself."
"Me?" Mitsukake asked. "Why me? What's going to happen to me?"
"There's symbolism in your dream," Chichiri said, "but I don't know what. Be careful . . . something bad might happen to you."
"That's it?" Mitsukake said in a flat tone. "That's all you're going to give me? You can tell the future through everyone else besides ME? What's wrong with ME?"
And Chichiri bopped him in the head. For no particular reason.
So through the woods they went. Many hours passed, and night fell. And through the men's mind, each had a dream.
Hotohori found himself back at the palace, where he was brushing his hair, with the moonlight from outside shinning down upon it. His room suddenly over looked a peaceful lake, where the stars and moon were reflected. From the shadows of his room, Kristin appeared, her hair following gently in the wind behind her. White satin lace she wore, and her skin looked especially soft. She crawled into his robes of gleaming white, and they looked momentarily into each other's eyes.
She was so beautiful, he noted. Oh how deep had his love grown for her during that year he spent with out her. He longed for her more and more, and now her face was there, just beneath his, snuggling into his robes.
"I'm cold," she softly said.
"Then stay here for as long as you like," Hotohori replied. And then, he took her face in his hands, and gently kissed her upon the mouth. It was a long, sweet kiss, and somewhere in the background, faintly playing music was heard. A romantic love song, featuring the soothing sounds of the oboe against strings and a soft tinkle of chimes.
Nakago would not dare tell the others what he would dream about. He was back in the Kutou palace, as well, in a beautifully blue tiled bathroom. His body was emersed in a bubbly bath, and Martha came in, serving him and massaging him, and playing with his hair . . . oh, how he loved his woman. She took such good care of him! And then . . . she would slip into the tub with him and play with his fingers, his toes, poke him and giggle that cute little giggle of hers. He'd have all the cheez its he wanted on one side, and his woman at the other.
This was life.
Tasuki, on the other hand, started out with a nightmare. He was drowning, feeling his body falling deeper and deeper beneath the watery waves, when suddenly, Caitlin appeared. She was in a beautiful mermaid form, and she swam over to him, and suddenly, he could breathe. Suddenly, he could swim (though not as a mermaid because that would look weird, I think). The came to rest at the bottom of the ocean, lake, or whatever sort of body of water they were in. There seemed to be a whole different world under here, and Caitlin lay on the sandy bottom, as Tasuki took off his clothes and . . . well, we know how guys dream.
Tomo . . . was having nightmares about the equation he had to do for the old man guarding the bridge. He tried to get Kailein in his dream, but all that came were a million chemically potions, and he was forced to swallow it all down, and by the time he woke up, he felt so sure that he had swallowed that concoction and was going to die. He also woke up feeling rather bloated about the whole idea.
Miboshi was running through a field with Makiko, frolicking, really. It was night time, and the moon was big and round, and the stars overly sparkling. They romped around, and several times fell down and got lost in a moment of embracing bliss. There was much of an exchange of kiss, and after awhile, tired out from all the running, they settled down, and Makiko lay on his chest, as they gazed up at the stars, trying to find their own, and finally noticing that there were two moons in the sky instead of one . . .
Mitsukake (yeah - I forgot to put him and Chichiri in the last chapter. Mitsukake's question was 'What . . . was that fake demon sickness that Kristin got in the first book of Damsels in Distress?' and Chichiri's was 'What is the Japanese word for "you know"?' ) . . . Mitsukake had a weird dream of being attacked by cats, and then, he was being attacked by all the warriors of Suzaku for being witty and having a personality. He woke up with a start, and noticed Chichiri was awake.
"Chichiri?"
Chichiri had a troubled dream, that's why. In his dream . . . he saw everyone else's dreams. And he could see the symbolism of each.
"What's wrong?" Mitsukake said, sitting up.
"I saw your dreams," Chichiri said, "everyone's, actually."
"Uh-oh," Mitsukake said, "you . . . you can't read our minds, too, can you?'
"No," Chichiri said. "But . . . this is disturbing me, no da."
"What happened?" Mitsukake asked.
"Well, most of everyone had a dream of close love," Chichiri said, "Kristin . . . I believe she might actually be able to come back and be the Empress of Konan."
"Well, that's good," Mitsukake said.
"And Martha . . . I think she might REALLY become Nakago's wife, which will make him happy, and will calm his bad heart."
"Oh, that's good, too!" Mitsukake said.
"Tasuki is going to overcome his fear of water because of his love for Caitlin . . . and I think they're going to married, soon."
"Hm," Mitsukake said, "well . . . they were meant for each other, even if they are a rather feisty couple."
"Don't get your self in trouble with those two," Chichiri warned. "Miboshi . . . he and Makiko will definitely be married, and I think they will be fleeing back and forth between worlds."
"Oh, that's nice," Mitsukake said.
"But Tomo . . . he's being highly distracted, and that's not good. Especially since Kailein DOES carry his child right now. That question the old man at the bridge laid him with . . . I think it my be foretelling something. Look after him, Mitsukake. He's fearing of dying from poison. Don't let him fall into some trap. And . . . you might want to be careful yourself."
"Me?" Mitsukake asked. "Why me? What's going to happen to me?"
"There's symbolism in your dream," Chichiri said, "but I don't know what. Be careful . . . something bad might happen to you."
"That's it?" Mitsukake said in a flat tone. "That's all you're going to give me? You can tell the future through everyone else besides ME? What's wrong with ME?"
And Chichiri bopped him in the head. For no particular reason.