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Chapter 5 was actually meant to be chapter 6, but oh well. Just go pretend this chapter came before 5. I think my mom accidentally deleted the file, so, yeah. I know I typed this and sent it already! No matter, I'll just do it all over again. Here ya' go.

Chapter 6-Dreams

"Come on sleepy head! Time to wake up!"

I was in the middle of a most joyous dream. I was dreaming I was far away, far from Tara. Dominique was in my dream. She seemed to be looking for something.

"Mister Legato! Wake up!"
"Oh dear god Jim! Don't shake him like that!"
Thud
"Sorry."

It was quiet again. I heard footsteps.

"Come on, hurry up, first day of third grade, you don't want to be late. And it's cold out, get a sweater."
"Yeess ma'ammm."

I heard footsteps go down the hall, open the front door, walk out, and close the door. And that was that. It became quiet again. I sat up. I felt something crawl on my foot. It was that cat. Kureneko. He'd stayed here, I guess he likes the fancy food, the extra attention, and whatever else. He pawed my foot, spun around three times and lay down, finally satisfied with his position.

"Good idea."

I lay down as well. It wasn't long before I fell asleep again.

It was white. Just plain, nothing but white. Then I saw a boy, a young boy. He was donned in a red shirt and yellow shorts. He seemed to be in pain. He looked kind of 'cute' for lack of a better word. The way his hair was messed up. He was curled into a ball Slowly, so as not to frighten him too badly, I begin walking towards him. About five feet in front of him I was, and he looked up at me. His eyes were glowing a sinister gold color, to my surprise, they were much like mine. At that moment, the white disappeared. A great wall of fire rolled onto the scene. There, in the shadows, were bodies. Mounds of them. At first, this didn't disgust me at all, but there, on the top, I saw her. "Dominique." There were sights of battles, wars long since forgotten, cries for help that were not answered. The boy looked up at me. He was grinning ear to ear. His eyes were wide, almost bug-eyed. It was a truly frightening sight.

"Do not worry, for this will all be over soon."
"Who the hell are you?" His eyes thinned, and his smile went away. "You've forgotten. Look hard into my eyes, my soul."
"Why would I obey a child?"
"Your indecisive."
"What?"
"It's not wise to be indecisive."
"What are you talking about?" "You do not recognize your own self?" "What? No, you're a kid!" "Precisely. A child. A child born to human parents, but with a little something extra." The fire rages on. Screams can still be heard. A figure appears, then another. Their faces become less blurred, and a man and woman is clearly visible. The silhouettes float by me. The man wears a blue business suit, the woman; a yellow dress. They're laughing. Behind them, a small boy, I'd say, about three years old, follows after them. He cries out to them. "Mommy, Daddy! Don't leave!" The two adults walk by as if they don't even hear the boys' cries. They don't seem to care. They don't even do so much as to look back. "Why are you showing me this?" The boy didn't answer. He just kept his eyes on the three shadows. The young boy cried out for his parents again, but nothing happened. A third time he tried, Something did happen, but not what I had expected. A burst of light came from his fragile body. His eyes glow that sinister gold. They were angry eyes. I honestly never saw anything quite that spectacular. Within a flash of ten seconds, the two laughing adults were gone. Nothing remained of them. They weren't even a pile of ashes. Only the boy remained. He looked down at himself, horrified at what he'd just done. What had just happened? And why was I being shown this? The boy, who looked an awful lot like myself didn't look up, but said: "You killed them. You killed the hands that fed you." He looked at his left hand, and like I do, licked it saying: "Although, I do not blame you, or me for that matter. After all, they left you. They left you high and dry, left you to fend for yourself. They did not want you, no one wanted you." He let his grin go, and asked me another one of his questions. "Now do you understand who you are?" "No. I don't even care about that! I want to know why I'm here, why I'm having this dream!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You still do not understand. Let me re-ask you with this: "Why is it do you think you kill?" "I suppose it's because." I was cut short. "The power of death is intoxicating? Is that not what you were about to say?" I gave up I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say it was because he told me to. "Let me clear your first question for you. I am your child form. In other words, I am you, and you, I. We are one in the same, and yet we are completely different." He sits down in a chair that just suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Another chair appears. He makes a gesturing 'sit down', so I sit in the other chair. "Now, Let me tell you why you're here." As soon as he starts explaining something, the dream becomes fuzzy.

"Legato? Are you all right? Legato? Please say something!" I woke up to the terrified voice of Tara. I found myself sitting in a chair, where as before, I was lying down on the couch. "T-Tara?" "Oh thank god! You're okay!" "Tara." "Sniff. Yes?" "I. I think I should go." I hurried out the door. She hurried faster. "Where are you going? You think I should just let you go outside when you've been sitting blank-faced in chair and before that, I came home from taking Jim to his first day of third grade, and you were standing blank- faced at the front door! Lord knows how long you've been like that!" She was really crying a lot. Did she actually care for someone like me? I don't see how that could be possible. "You can't be serious." "Yes Legato, I am being serious! I've never been more serious! Oh god Legato, I'm taking you to a doctor! Complaining would only make it worse, for me and for you!" Tears were flowing down her face. Puddles and rivers were on the ground outside. I never knew it was possible for someone to produce that many tears. She really was serious. "No. I'm fine. I have to go now. I could put you and Jim's life in danger if I stay here. I don't want that, and I'm hoping for your own sanity's sake, you don't want either." "Well, will you come back?" Her grip on my arm was so tight for such a small body. "I don't know. Maybe I will, maybe not. It depends on my mood." "Your mood!" "It's confusing. Just let me go." And she really did let go. As I'm walking away, my last words were: "Oh, and could you say bye to Jim for me? Thanks." And I left.

*Sniff*...so sad....Well, Legato's ooc, but I really like this chap. it's mysterious and I don't think it's too confusing. Just ask if you've got any questions. Oh he'll have more dreams like this, I assure you. Especially one about our sweet, innocent Dominique. Ya' know what? I like calling her Doms, or Domi. Take your pick. I should make her magically alive again, like I did with Legato and Nickipoo!