Chapter Six: Not a Dream, but a Memory
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking", (thinking), ~(present thoughts in a flashback)~
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It has been a long while since I woke up from my long slumber. I try so hard to remember... but nothing comes to me. Lately, I have nightmares.... Nightmares of blood and demons... Most of the time, I AM the demons... and the blood everywhere is mine... or the victims I slaughter......
And, each time, I wake up screaming, crying, or panting like I just was running from demons from Hell.
Perhaps I was...
And... each time... Jet is there. He tells me that these are only dreams... they are not real... But a small part of me thinks otherwise. When I dream, I feel my body changing back to my human self...
...am I demon? Or something else?
What am I? Am I a demon, or am I something else?
What...?
It was one of these nights that I woke up weeping. Curled into a fetal position, the tears stream down my face like there's no tomorrow, just like the rain outside, which has slowed to a drizzle.
The dream... repeated itself again... So much blood... so much violence...
...insanity...
I was all a part of it.
"Kurohi? Sh, sh, shh... It's okay..." he hushes me, sitting on the edge of the bed. He envelopes me from behind, and I let his grip stray wherever it wants as he moves my head to rest itself on his clothed chest.
"...I had that nightmare again... So clear and vivid..." I murmur. One of his ungloved hands stray to the side of my face, and I lean into it a little, ever grateful. The gentle warmth spreads across my cheek, through my body and I feel reassured. I don't really understand why. "...and it continuously gets worse..."
"It's okay," he repeats. "It was only a dream..."
I groan, eyes closing for a second before looking down at the ground. "You keep telling me that, but...I don't think it is..."
"But it was... It was only a nightmare," he insists, holding me tighter.
Sighing, I murmur, turning my head into his neck, eyes falling closed slowly, "I hope so... but it's felt even more real each time... it scares me..." I open my eyes. Jet looks back down at me with half-lidded ones.
'He behaves like I would not like to be like, myself, but being who he is draws me like moths to flame... hahaha! What utter rubbish!'
I blink. Who said that?
'This is where I leave you; seek out your answer, and come tell me...'
I grip my head. "...Who speaks there?!"
"Kurohi?"
'...more feeble than before...'
"Make it shut up, Jet! Please...! What's going on?!"
"Hush... I'll make it go away."
...And the voice shut up. Wonder why? "...It's gone...?"
"I threatened it to go," he says with a smirk.
"It mentioned... 'who he is draws me like moths to flame...' I wonder what it's referring to?" I look at my friend, who does not return my stare. He appears lost in thought. "...Jet?"
He shakes his head and looks back down at me. "Nothing. I'm okay."
I nod against his chest, unable to do or say anything else. His heart has sped up a little. as if remembering a painful detail. "Are you sure, though? Can *I* make something go away?"
Zzzzzzzzzttt!
Deep blue eyes stare up at light violet ones. The first set are full of love and lust, the other set of fear. The owner shoves the blue-eyed one across the ground, then all goes black. Light violet eyes stare concernedly down at the figure who has just lost consciousness. The owner is both terrified - had he killed the boy? - and satisfied in a sick way. He had just shoved - and quite violently - away the first person to ever love him...
Well, he hurt, *now*.
Zzzzzzzzzttt!
"...Did that happen...?" I mumble to myself.
"Did what happen?" Jet asks me, looking down at my no longer frightened form. "I saw myself... being pushed into a rock... by... I really don't know who... your eyes gazed at me... and then... nothing at all... Did you...?" (...do it?)
He nods grimly. "I... I did. I wasn't sure of my emotions back then. I had convinced myself I had none."
I sat up in his lap, gripping his forearms gently. "Maybe I can change your mind?" (Please? Just let me...)
In the darkness, I can see his face flush. "K...Kurohi... maybe we should..."
"Wait?" I cock my head to one side. "I don't know the meaning of 'wait'..."
He smirks. "Sure you do. You use it a lot!"
I smirk back. "Not when it's being used against me!" I press my lips against his gently, wanting, needing more.
My head begins to throb, but I force it down. (I must not remember the horrors...! I must keep it hidden! I don't want to know!!)
Jet isn't responding. I open my eyes, and once I do, he leaves. His taste remains on my lips and I hold it there a moment before draining it ever so slowly with my tongue.
"...Jet......" After staring at the empty space before me a moment, I flop back onto the bed and await more nightmares. Sleep does not come for a long time for me, and when it does, the sun has already risen over the horizon...
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking", (thinking), ~(present thoughts in a flashback)~
*************************************
It has been a long while since I woke up from my long slumber. I try so hard to remember... but nothing comes to me. Lately, I have nightmares.... Nightmares of blood and demons... Most of the time, I AM the demons... and the blood everywhere is mine... or the victims I slaughter......
And, each time, I wake up screaming, crying, or panting like I just was running from demons from Hell.
Perhaps I was...
And... each time... Jet is there. He tells me that these are only dreams... they are not real... But a small part of me thinks otherwise. When I dream, I feel my body changing back to my human self...
...am I demon? Or something else?
What am I? Am I a demon, or am I something else?
What...?
It was one of these nights that I woke up weeping. Curled into a fetal position, the tears stream down my face like there's no tomorrow, just like the rain outside, which has slowed to a drizzle.
The dream... repeated itself again... So much blood... so much violence...
...insanity...
I was all a part of it.
"Kurohi? Sh, sh, shh... It's okay..." he hushes me, sitting on the edge of the bed. He envelopes me from behind, and I let his grip stray wherever it wants as he moves my head to rest itself on his clothed chest.
"...I had that nightmare again... So clear and vivid..." I murmur. One of his ungloved hands stray to the side of my face, and I lean into it a little, ever grateful. The gentle warmth spreads across my cheek, through my body and I feel reassured. I don't really understand why. "...and it continuously gets worse..."
"It's okay," he repeats. "It was only a dream..."
I groan, eyes closing for a second before looking down at the ground. "You keep telling me that, but...I don't think it is..."
"But it was... It was only a nightmare," he insists, holding me tighter.
Sighing, I murmur, turning my head into his neck, eyes falling closed slowly, "I hope so... but it's felt even more real each time... it scares me..." I open my eyes. Jet looks back down at me with half-lidded ones.
'He behaves like I would not like to be like, myself, but being who he is draws me like moths to flame... hahaha! What utter rubbish!'
I blink. Who said that?
'This is where I leave you; seek out your answer, and come tell me...'
I grip my head. "...Who speaks there?!"
"Kurohi?"
'...more feeble than before...'
"Make it shut up, Jet! Please...! What's going on?!"
"Hush... I'll make it go away."
...And the voice shut up. Wonder why? "...It's gone...?"
"I threatened it to go," he says with a smirk.
"It mentioned... 'who he is draws me like moths to flame...' I wonder what it's referring to?" I look at my friend, who does not return my stare. He appears lost in thought. "...Jet?"
He shakes his head and looks back down at me. "Nothing. I'm okay."
I nod against his chest, unable to do or say anything else. His heart has sped up a little. as if remembering a painful detail. "Are you sure, though? Can *I* make something go away?"
Zzzzzzzzzttt!
Deep blue eyes stare up at light violet ones. The first set are full of love and lust, the other set of fear. The owner shoves the blue-eyed one across the ground, then all goes black. Light violet eyes stare concernedly down at the figure who has just lost consciousness. The owner is both terrified - had he killed the boy? - and satisfied in a sick way. He had just shoved - and quite violently - away the first person to ever love him...
Well, he hurt, *now*.
Zzzzzzzzzttt!
"...Did that happen...?" I mumble to myself.
"Did what happen?" Jet asks me, looking down at my no longer frightened form. "I saw myself... being pushed into a rock... by... I really don't know who... your eyes gazed at me... and then... nothing at all... Did you...?" (...do it?)
He nods grimly. "I... I did. I wasn't sure of my emotions back then. I had convinced myself I had none."
I sat up in his lap, gripping his forearms gently. "Maybe I can change your mind?" (Please? Just let me...)
In the darkness, I can see his face flush. "K...Kurohi... maybe we should..."
"Wait?" I cock my head to one side. "I don't know the meaning of 'wait'..."
He smirks. "Sure you do. You use it a lot!"
I smirk back. "Not when it's being used against me!" I press my lips against his gently, wanting, needing more.
My head begins to throb, but I force it down. (I must not remember the horrors...! I must keep it hidden! I don't want to know!!)
Jet isn't responding. I open my eyes, and once I do, he leaves. His taste remains on my lips and I hold it there a moment before draining it ever so slowly with my tongue.
"...Jet......" After staring at the empty space before me a moment, I flop back onto the bed and await more nightmares. Sleep does not come for a long time for me, and when it does, the sun has already risen over the horizon...