Don't Dream
A.N: You are all so kind! Thank you for all of the reviews! * bows * I appreciate them so much, they inspire me to continue writing. I'm glad you enjoy the story so far, and I hope you will continue to. The mystery of who Yukio is and what he wants is still a mystery, but one I promise will soon be revealed. Oh yeah, squiggly lines (~) mean that the following sentences are memories/dreams. I don't know how to make italics appear on ff.net when using Microsoft Word. Enjoy now!
Chihiro screamed, at the top of her lungs. She screamed as her sneakers slid off the branches, screamed as the ground rushed up to meet her, screamed as Yukio's grip tightened, and screamed when her feet landed gently into the grass at the base of the tree. She might have continued screaming if Yukio had not clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, glaring.
"Quiet down Sen! Do you want everyone to hear you? I don't want to mess with any more humans; they smell, they are weak, and I'm sick of them! Now, when I take my hand away, you aren't going to make any noise, are you?" he grabbed the back of her head, forced her to nod, then grinned, "That's a good girl." He pulled his hands away, and returned to holding her wrist in his grip, while surveying the dark area.
"You did it again."
"Hm?" Yukio murmured, ignoring Chihiro as he hefted her bike up. The girl bit her lip uncertainly, a numb fear washing over her body. Whoever, whatever, Yukio was, Chihiro didn't like it. He had done to many things that were supposedly impossible. Steeling herself, "You called me Sen again." At last Yukio turned his attention to her, flashing her a sneering grin, "What's a matter? Don't like it?"
She shrugged; the name reverberated around in her head, like a ping pall ball bouncing uncontrollably. It awoke the weird memories, no! not memories, they were dreams! Dreams! Memories are something that happened and you relive, dreams are something made-up, not real.
Yukio watched Chihiro silently, contemplating the emotions ranging on her youthful fair skin. "Sen," he whispered, the word carrying across the wind to her ears, disappearing within her head.
~ "You're name belongs to me know. From now on, you are Sen." The voice speaking was rough, throaty, not one to offer comfort. Sen nodded slowly, her true name slipping from her mind to disappear and be replaced by the name Sen. Who was Chihiro? There was only Sen, there would only be Sen. ~
"Stop it!" Chihiro cried, clutching the sides of her head, desperately pushing away the strange vision that filled her head. Yukio cocked his head innocently, but the smirk gave away his guilt. "I have to go home, now," Chihiro said firmly, reaching for Yukio's wrist to retrieve her purple hair band back. His arm danced just beyond her reach, creating purple sparkles reflected into the night air.
"Go home, I'll give it to you tomorrow," Yukio taunted, leering at her lunges towards the bracelet. Chihiro paused, why didn't she go home? It was just a dumb hair band. One that she had had for seven years. One that she wore everyday, no matter what. She couldn't leave it, she physically couldn't leave it. The defeat registered on her face, her eyes angrily focusing on the grass as Yukio moved the bike next to her.
"Get on," he ordered, pulling her onto the handlebars. Then, muttering to himself, "I'd just bring us there if it weren't for the fact that I've been trapped in this stinking, weak human form! Useless creatures, useless bodies, so much potential is wasted!" He stopped when Chihiro stared at him wide-eyed. "Never mind," he snapped, then pressed her hands firmly down onto the bars, "Don't bother trying to jump off. You won't be able to."
He was right. She tugged on her hands, tried to free them, but found that her entire arm was paralyzed and of no help to her. Her fingers curled around the cool metal bars without her command, listening to some other silent voice. Yukio clambered onto the seat of the bicycle, twisting so he could see around the girl. "Hold on tight," he sneered, beginning to pedal.
The night was crisp and clear, but with the wind whipping though her clothes like paper, it was downright cold. Chihiro shivered, wishing she could wrap her arms around her body, preserve some body heat. But her hands were trapped around the handles, and she was forced to be content with watching the scenery whiz by. They moved at an unnatural speed, the houses of the neighbor's flashing by, Chihiro barely able to recall whose house were whose. All to soon, they were out of the neighborhood and down a long blacktop path that sloped down into the tiny city. Here, Yukio gathered even more speed until the girl's eyes watered from the sting of the harsh wind.
They moved down the main road of the town then turned onto an exit ramp. The road was dirt, surrounded by grassland on all sides. If she squinted, Chihiro could see her house perched on top of the cliff off in the distance. It's vibrant shade of blue stood out among the rest of the plain, bland houses. Growing up, Chihiro had often related herself to the house; different then the other kids. She didn't know why, she just was. Sure, she made friends easily enough, but none of them were truly close friends.
The two made their way past the grasses onto a road becoming overgrown with wildlife. On both sides of the path were trees, shrubs, and greenery. In a small clearing, she spotted a bunch of square stones, covered in thick moss.
~ "What are those stone boxes?" Young Chihiro questioned, face pressed against the glass. "They're houses. Some people think spirits live in them," her mother replied patiently, her knuckles white as she clutched her seatbelt while the car bounced along. Spirits? That's stupid, Chihiro thought. ~
She shook her head. She had never been down this path before; she didn't even know it existed. The bike jostled on down the path, never decreasing speed even as they began to climb upward. To the right, she spotted a large round stone. On it was carvings that vaguely resembled some sort of animal, but moss was covering a majority of it. The same déjà vu feeling overtaking Chihiro.
At last, she realized they were slowing down. Chihiro breathed a sigh of relief then froze at the sight before her. It was a large brick wall with a wide opening that led into darkness. Yukio stopped the bike, smiling at the place, "Home."
A.N: You are all so kind! Thank you for all of the reviews! * bows * I appreciate them so much, they inspire me to continue writing. I'm glad you enjoy the story so far, and I hope you will continue to. The mystery of who Yukio is and what he wants is still a mystery, but one I promise will soon be revealed. Oh yeah, squiggly lines (~) mean that the following sentences are memories/dreams. I don't know how to make italics appear on ff.net when using Microsoft Word. Enjoy now!
Chihiro screamed, at the top of her lungs. She screamed as her sneakers slid off the branches, screamed as the ground rushed up to meet her, screamed as Yukio's grip tightened, and screamed when her feet landed gently into the grass at the base of the tree. She might have continued screaming if Yukio had not clamped his hand firmly over her mouth, glaring.
"Quiet down Sen! Do you want everyone to hear you? I don't want to mess with any more humans; they smell, they are weak, and I'm sick of them! Now, when I take my hand away, you aren't going to make any noise, are you?" he grabbed the back of her head, forced her to nod, then grinned, "That's a good girl." He pulled his hands away, and returned to holding her wrist in his grip, while surveying the dark area.
"You did it again."
"Hm?" Yukio murmured, ignoring Chihiro as he hefted her bike up. The girl bit her lip uncertainly, a numb fear washing over her body. Whoever, whatever, Yukio was, Chihiro didn't like it. He had done to many things that were supposedly impossible. Steeling herself, "You called me Sen again." At last Yukio turned his attention to her, flashing her a sneering grin, "What's a matter? Don't like it?"
She shrugged; the name reverberated around in her head, like a ping pall ball bouncing uncontrollably. It awoke the weird memories, no! not memories, they were dreams! Dreams! Memories are something that happened and you relive, dreams are something made-up, not real.
Yukio watched Chihiro silently, contemplating the emotions ranging on her youthful fair skin. "Sen," he whispered, the word carrying across the wind to her ears, disappearing within her head.
~ "You're name belongs to me know. From now on, you are Sen." The voice speaking was rough, throaty, not one to offer comfort. Sen nodded slowly, her true name slipping from her mind to disappear and be replaced by the name Sen. Who was Chihiro? There was only Sen, there would only be Sen. ~
"Stop it!" Chihiro cried, clutching the sides of her head, desperately pushing away the strange vision that filled her head. Yukio cocked his head innocently, but the smirk gave away his guilt. "I have to go home, now," Chihiro said firmly, reaching for Yukio's wrist to retrieve her purple hair band back. His arm danced just beyond her reach, creating purple sparkles reflected into the night air.
"Go home, I'll give it to you tomorrow," Yukio taunted, leering at her lunges towards the bracelet. Chihiro paused, why didn't she go home? It was just a dumb hair band. One that she had had for seven years. One that she wore everyday, no matter what. She couldn't leave it, she physically couldn't leave it. The defeat registered on her face, her eyes angrily focusing on the grass as Yukio moved the bike next to her.
"Get on," he ordered, pulling her onto the handlebars. Then, muttering to himself, "I'd just bring us there if it weren't for the fact that I've been trapped in this stinking, weak human form! Useless creatures, useless bodies, so much potential is wasted!" He stopped when Chihiro stared at him wide-eyed. "Never mind," he snapped, then pressed her hands firmly down onto the bars, "Don't bother trying to jump off. You won't be able to."
He was right. She tugged on her hands, tried to free them, but found that her entire arm was paralyzed and of no help to her. Her fingers curled around the cool metal bars without her command, listening to some other silent voice. Yukio clambered onto the seat of the bicycle, twisting so he could see around the girl. "Hold on tight," he sneered, beginning to pedal.
The night was crisp and clear, but with the wind whipping though her clothes like paper, it was downright cold. Chihiro shivered, wishing she could wrap her arms around her body, preserve some body heat. But her hands were trapped around the handles, and she was forced to be content with watching the scenery whiz by. They moved at an unnatural speed, the houses of the neighbor's flashing by, Chihiro barely able to recall whose house were whose. All to soon, they were out of the neighborhood and down a long blacktop path that sloped down into the tiny city. Here, Yukio gathered even more speed until the girl's eyes watered from the sting of the harsh wind.
They moved down the main road of the town then turned onto an exit ramp. The road was dirt, surrounded by grassland on all sides. If she squinted, Chihiro could see her house perched on top of the cliff off in the distance. It's vibrant shade of blue stood out among the rest of the plain, bland houses. Growing up, Chihiro had often related herself to the house; different then the other kids. She didn't know why, she just was. Sure, she made friends easily enough, but none of them were truly close friends.
The two made their way past the grasses onto a road becoming overgrown with wildlife. On both sides of the path were trees, shrubs, and greenery. In a small clearing, she spotted a bunch of square stones, covered in thick moss.
~ "What are those stone boxes?" Young Chihiro questioned, face pressed against the glass. "They're houses. Some people think spirits live in them," her mother replied patiently, her knuckles white as she clutched her seatbelt while the car bounced along. Spirits? That's stupid, Chihiro thought. ~
She shook her head. She had never been down this path before; she didn't even know it existed. The bike jostled on down the path, never decreasing speed even as they began to climb upward. To the right, she spotted a large round stone. On it was carvings that vaguely resembled some sort of animal, but moss was covering a majority of it. The same déjà vu feeling overtaking Chihiro.
At last, she realized they were slowing down. Chihiro breathed a sigh of relief then froze at the sight before her. It was a large brick wall with a wide opening that led into darkness. Yukio stopped the bike, smiling at the place, "Home."
