Aftermath
Seto bolted up from his dream he had in his bed, and placed his face in his hands panting, his body was covered in a layer of sweat, along with the silk pajama's he wore. The dream he had had felt so real, everything about it had, but even now after Battle City he still refused to believe he had a life that had happened within the past. He was CEO of Kaiba Corp. for christ sakes, he knew he couldn't believe is such crazy things, but even after all the events that had happened, he was starting to slowly believe he had a fate to take up in this life with Yami.
As he sat their he tiredly reached for the remote of his CD player and hit the radio, a slow song by the group Gravitation had come on, one he liked. He knew the lead singer was gay, but he didn't care the music was good, that was what mattered, but even as he sat their listening to the song, he noticed it matched his mood, and the dream he'd had.
The whisper that dissolves
into the bustling crowd
makes the memories scattered
underfoot blur together.
Everything was a blur of memories in his head, like it was all scattered, he couldn't even see this woman's face that his past self had been in love with, and that was the thing that he hated, who had been this women that made him feel so warm inside, made him want to do anything in his will to protect her like he did Mokuba.
The blazing of the street
where I walk about lost (glaring one way)
illuminates me as coldly
as though it freezes.
He felt so lost, like he was glaring one way. Pushing the tangled sheets off him, he stood and moved over to the balcony doors, unlocking them and stepped outside, it was a little nippy out, the moon illuminating the night sky with its beauty.
The cold times make dreams
fall like rain and slip
through my hands.
He glanced inside at his stereo, the song matched his mood and dream all to well, he felt something wet land on his arm, and held out his hand to feel the rain start to lightly fall.
When I woke up
from the countless wishes,
you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --the silhouette
whose faint smile leads me along.
"Why can't I see this woman's, face? I know her name is Irisa, but why won't my mind let me re-call what she looked like?" He asked himself, allowing his lean form to rest aghast the wall as he looked out at the city, that was covered in a blanket of darkness.
Even if the gentleness
that tells about only
what makes anxiety flow
had fulfilled eternity,
I still don't want tomorrow.
He wanted to know if she was re-born like everyone else had been, Yami had gotten all his memories back, but even still Seto had taken note the former Pharaoh seemed to be not to happy as if he were still missing a part of his soul. Seto was the same, Yami was pestering him to take the rod, he didn't want it, but even now, he was beginning to think maybe it might be able to unlock the memories he so-longed to know some answers for, and this mysterious woman of his dreams.
The words that I have to give to you are (it's talk to myself)
falling into an everyday routine,
even without shadows.
He was sick of his everyday routine, he wanted a change of pace, he wanted to have someone to be with, he loved Mokuba and all, but his baby brother couldn't fill in the empty gap in his heart for a lover.
With a trembling finger,
I gather up the dreams;
without even breathing
on them, they're crumbling.
But, could he have these things? Was he, Seto Kaiba. Allowed to love? Or was he met to be forever alone in this life?
Even the certain things are too unreliable;
if I believe in something,
can I be with you again?
He wanted to find the woman he had seen the shadow of in his dreams, she if she was real, but could they be tougher again as lovers?
It's whitely vanishing,
the silhouette of that day.
Looking up at that palely-dyed season (Life Winter Dream)
I, who stopped to stand still,
am swept away.
Looking up at the sky Seto felt the cool wind kiss his kiss and shivered, he could remember the feelings all to well, holding the dead women's body, the numbing pain eating at his heart and soul, the first time he held his own son, could he be capable of having such things again without fate doing the same cruel thing to him again?
The wind blows it out,
makes it be left behind;
even the yearning is growing
numb from the cold in my heart.
The yerning in his heart seemed to grow, he had the money, the power, and technology and knowledge to try and locate the woman himself.
The cold times drift about in dreams,
but are caught and held in your hands.
He ignored the rain as it begun to steadily down pour on him soaking his brown mahogany hair. He welcomed the rain as it began to was away the black cloud hovering above his head.
When I woke up from the countless wishes,
you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --the silhouette
whose faint smile leads me along.
He smiled faintly to himself, "I will find her, even if I have to resort to taking back that rod, to do it, I will find you Irisa." He said to the nighttime sky, ignoring the rain as it continued to soak his shirt.
THE END
THE SEQUEL IS COMING NEXT BE SURE TO LOOK FOR IT!
SUPER DRIVE sequel of Glaring Dream
Seto bolted up from his dream he had in his bed, and placed his face in his hands panting, his body was covered in a layer of sweat, along with the silk pajama's he wore. The dream he had had felt so real, everything about it had, but even now after Battle City he still refused to believe he had a life that had happened within the past. He was CEO of Kaiba Corp. for christ sakes, he knew he couldn't believe is such crazy things, but even after all the events that had happened, he was starting to slowly believe he had a fate to take up in this life with Yami.
As he sat their he tiredly reached for the remote of his CD player and hit the radio, a slow song by the group Gravitation had come on, one he liked. He knew the lead singer was gay, but he didn't care the music was good, that was what mattered, but even as he sat their listening to the song, he noticed it matched his mood, and the dream he'd had.
The whisper that dissolves
into the bustling crowd
makes the memories scattered
underfoot blur together.
Everything was a blur of memories in his head, like it was all scattered, he couldn't even see this woman's face that his past self had been in love with, and that was the thing that he hated, who had been this women that made him feel so warm inside, made him want to do anything in his will to protect her like he did Mokuba.
The blazing of the street
where I walk about lost (glaring one way)
illuminates me as coldly
as though it freezes.
He felt so lost, like he was glaring one way. Pushing the tangled sheets off him, he stood and moved over to the balcony doors, unlocking them and stepped outside, it was a little nippy out, the moon illuminating the night sky with its beauty.
The cold times make dreams
fall like rain and slip
through my hands.
He glanced inside at his stereo, the song matched his mood and dream all to well, he felt something wet land on his arm, and held out his hand to feel the rain start to lightly fall.
When I woke up
from the countless wishes,
you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --the silhouette
whose faint smile leads me along.
"Why can't I see this woman's, face? I know her name is Irisa, but why won't my mind let me re-call what she looked like?" He asked himself, allowing his lean form to rest aghast the wall as he looked out at the city, that was covered in a blanket of darkness.
Even if the gentleness
that tells about only
what makes anxiety flow
had fulfilled eternity,
I still don't want tomorrow.
He wanted to know if she was re-born like everyone else had been, Yami had gotten all his memories back, but even still Seto had taken note the former Pharaoh seemed to be not to happy as if he were still missing a part of his soul. Seto was the same, Yami was pestering him to take the rod, he didn't want it, but even now, he was beginning to think maybe it might be able to unlock the memories he so-longed to know some answers for, and this mysterious woman of his dreams.
The words that I have to give to you are (it's talk to myself)
falling into an everyday routine,
even without shadows.
He was sick of his everyday routine, he wanted a change of pace, he wanted to have someone to be with, he loved Mokuba and all, but his baby brother couldn't fill in the empty gap in his heart for a lover.
With a trembling finger,
I gather up the dreams;
without even breathing
on them, they're crumbling.
But, could he have these things? Was he, Seto Kaiba. Allowed to love? Or was he met to be forever alone in this life?
Even the certain things are too unreliable;
if I believe in something,
can I be with you again?
He wanted to find the woman he had seen the shadow of in his dreams, she if she was real, but could they be tougher again as lovers?
It's whitely vanishing,
the silhouette of that day.
Looking up at that palely-dyed season (Life Winter Dream)
I, who stopped to stand still,
am swept away.
Looking up at the sky Seto felt the cool wind kiss his kiss and shivered, he could remember the feelings all to well, holding the dead women's body, the numbing pain eating at his heart and soul, the first time he held his own son, could he be capable of having such things again without fate doing the same cruel thing to him again?
The wind blows it out,
makes it be left behind;
even the yearning is growing
numb from the cold in my heart.
The yerning in his heart seemed to grow, he had the money, the power, and technology and knowledge to try and locate the woman himself.
The cold times drift about in dreams,
but are caught and held in your hands.
He ignored the rain as it begun to steadily down pour on him soaking his brown mahogany hair. He welcomed the rain as it began to was away the black cloud hovering above his head.
When I woke up from the countless wishes,
you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --the silhouette
whose faint smile leads me along.
He smiled faintly to himself, "I will find her, even if I have to resort to taking back that rod, to do it, I will find you Irisa." He said to the nighttime sky, ignoring the rain as it continued to soak his shirt.
THE END
THE SEQUEL IS COMING NEXT BE SURE TO LOOK FOR IT!
SUPER DRIVE sequel of Glaring Dream