Er.yeah. ^^;; Sorry this was late in coming. Title of this chapter stolen
from Dead Can Dance. Eheh. Enjoy!
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Waiting to Exhale: Circumradiant Dawn, Chapter Six
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"Ayame-'nee-chan!" a young boy calls, about four years old. His small hand is reaching for his older sister, a girl the age of eight.
The girl turns, and smiles at her brother - a bright, warm smile, yet there's a hint of sorrow behind it. "Fukakai-'touto-chan, come here," she replies, grabbing his hand and clutching his small body to hers.
They hugged each other, staying in that position for about five minutes before their grandmother called the girl to come.
"Do you really have to go to Tokyo?" the boy asks, his voice full of tears.
"Hai, 'touto-chan. I have to go stay with Keikoku-kun and Tsuki-chan. I wish you could come, but obaa-san says you're too young. Maybe when you're older she'll send you."
The elderly, crackly voice calls the girl, louder and harsher. The girl kisses the boy's forehead, and turning back only once, goes outside, away from Kyoto.
The boy's tears start streaming down his cheeks.
Setsuna Fukakai awakes with a start, tears matching the four-year-old's leaving visible tracks on his thin cheeks.
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"Where do you think dreams go, once you've dreamt them?" Fukakai asks me absently.
I eye him weirdly. "Dreams are our subconscious telling us we're crazy," I tell him, garbling what Watari once told me when I asked him why I had nightmares.
"Yeah, that would explain it, wouldn't it," he laughs.
"Why'd you ask?" I settle back into my large, fluffy pillows - Tatsumi still won't let me get out of bed.
"I just dreamed a memory of when I was about four years old.not one of my favorite memories," he replies. "Oh, I hate that. Memories that come up as dreams. Usually as nightmares."
"Yeah." He stopped for a second before continuing, "Watari's coming down the hall."
I don't even have to ask him how he knows. The first time he felt Watari coming, I got the inane reply of 'sunflowers and sugar'. That would explain it, though, wouldn't it.
Also, it helps that Watari's always bouncing, so people down on Earth can probably hear him anyway.
"Tsuzuki! Why are you still in bed?" the blonde scientist comes in and asks, waving to Fukakai.
"Tatsumi won't let me get up," I reply, making my voice pitiful as Fukakai laughs. He always laughs when I use my pitiful voice. He says it reminds him of his cousin Jiki.
"I already told him that you should be using your legs." Watari sighs, and pulls the covers off of my legs. "Swing your legs over the side of the bed."
I comply, ignoring Fukakai's amused looks.
The scientist puts an arm around my chest, just underneath my arms, and helps me stand.
"My legs work," I exclaim, overdoing it to make Fukakai laugh. He has an adorable laugh. Of course, Hisoka's is more adorable, and much more rare.
.You shouldn't have heard that. Go away now. Shoo.
.
.Okay, please don't leave, but ignore that I ever said that about Hisoka. I'm very confused. Okay? Good.
Anyway, Watari lets go of me and I immediately fall to the floor. "."
Fukakai is laughing as he helps me up. Big meanie.
But it's good to hear him laugh.
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A silver-haired, silver-eyed man watches this all in a dark, underground chamber.
He smirks as he watches the events unfold.
Do they think he is ignorant of all that has happened?
Surely, they mustn't think that.
Or else he'd be able to easily snatch what they most need from under their fingers.
Not that he was complaining, of course.
It would just further his cause.
If only the Shinigami knew.
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Waiting to Exhale: Circumradiant Dawn, Chapter Six
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"Ayame-'nee-chan!" a young boy calls, about four years old. His small hand is reaching for his older sister, a girl the age of eight.
The girl turns, and smiles at her brother - a bright, warm smile, yet there's a hint of sorrow behind it. "Fukakai-'touto-chan, come here," she replies, grabbing his hand and clutching his small body to hers.
They hugged each other, staying in that position for about five minutes before their grandmother called the girl to come.
"Do you really have to go to Tokyo?" the boy asks, his voice full of tears.
"Hai, 'touto-chan. I have to go stay with Keikoku-kun and Tsuki-chan. I wish you could come, but obaa-san says you're too young. Maybe when you're older she'll send you."
The elderly, crackly voice calls the girl, louder and harsher. The girl kisses the boy's forehead, and turning back only once, goes outside, away from Kyoto.
The boy's tears start streaming down his cheeks.
Setsuna Fukakai awakes with a start, tears matching the four-year-old's leaving visible tracks on his thin cheeks.
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"Where do you think dreams go, once you've dreamt them?" Fukakai asks me absently.
I eye him weirdly. "Dreams are our subconscious telling us we're crazy," I tell him, garbling what Watari once told me when I asked him why I had nightmares.
"Yeah, that would explain it, wouldn't it," he laughs.
"Why'd you ask?" I settle back into my large, fluffy pillows - Tatsumi still won't let me get out of bed.
"I just dreamed a memory of when I was about four years old.not one of my favorite memories," he replies. "Oh, I hate that. Memories that come up as dreams. Usually as nightmares."
"Yeah." He stopped for a second before continuing, "Watari's coming down the hall."
I don't even have to ask him how he knows. The first time he felt Watari coming, I got the inane reply of 'sunflowers and sugar'. That would explain it, though, wouldn't it.
Also, it helps that Watari's always bouncing, so people down on Earth can probably hear him anyway.
"Tsuzuki! Why are you still in bed?" the blonde scientist comes in and asks, waving to Fukakai.
"Tatsumi won't let me get up," I reply, making my voice pitiful as Fukakai laughs. He always laughs when I use my pitiful voice. He says it reminds him of his cousin Jiki.
"I already told him that you should be using your legs." Watari sighs, and pulls the covers off of my legs. "Swing your legs over the side of the bed."
I comply, ignoring Fukakai's amused looks.
The scientist puts an arm around my chest, just underneath my arms, and helps me stand.
"My legs work," I exclaim, overdoing it to make Fukakai laugh. He has an adorable laugh. Of course, Hisoka's is more adorable, and much more rare.
.You shouldn't have heard that. Go away now. Shoo.
.
.Okay, please don't leave, but ignore that I ever said that about Hisoka. I'm very confused. Okay? Good.
Anyway, Watari lets go of me and I immediately fall to the floor. "."
Fukakai is laughing as he helps me up. Big meanie.
But it's good to hear him laugh.
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A silver-haired, silver-eyed man watches this all in a dark, underground chamber.
He smirks as he watches the events unfold.
Do they think he is ignorant of all that has happened?
Surely, they mustn't think that.
Or else he'd be able to easily snatch what they most need from under their fingers.
Not that he was complaining, of course.
It would just further his cause.
If only the Shinigami knew.
