Author's Note: Guess who's back…
Sosei, Reincarnation's Sequel
Chapter 11-The Arrival of the Dream Weavers
City of Alexandria
Myou:
I wasn't new to watching sword fights, especially those between the nobles, but this one was brutal. Kirika was unbelievably fast and vicious with her sword strikes, even though she sported some bruises of her own. The person who was fighting with her had hundreds of little cuts on her face from where Kirika kept slapping her. On and on it went until Kirika had forced the girl to the edge of the building. Even when she was fighting, she had unbelievable grace and style. I had to wonder what made her act strange this morning. It seemed unnatural somehow…almost like another personality existed with her. If such a thing could happen…
"Something's wrong."
Kirika:
Something shut off in my head, forcing me to stumble backwards onto the cement. I had no idea what it was or where it was coming from, but it hurt and hurt badly. For perhaps the second time in my life, I began to panic. My body refused to move when I willed it to and the girl was closing in. Was I going to die? Was this appointed end?
Don't count on it.
Wait did I just hear a voice in my head?
Silly girl. It is only now that I make my presence known to you. But you've known me since you were very, very young.
I heard voices when I was younger? But there was no answer. My body began to shake as I got up from the ground, filled with new energy. The girl came in with both swords flying low and to the side. My hands snapped out at the blades, knowing full well that I would get cut, and knocked them away. In one fluid motion, I placed pressure on the woman's right wrist and snatched the blade out of her hand. Pivoting on one foot, I swung the blade hard along the base of her throat, pouring her lifeblood out on to the ground. I sat back a few inches, watching her drop to the floor pitifully.
She was a genome…one of us. I was so blinded by my fighting skills that I didn't see it. She was just…like me. I dropped the blade on her chest and floated back down into the street.
Myou:
I could tell by the way Kirika hunched that something was wrong again. I watched her fall and then strike back against her unknown assailant with vicious precision. And now…she was sad.
"Kirika?" Zidane called.
"I kill her when she was the same as me. So…who is to say what's right and what's wrong?"
Her voice was wavering and her body began to tremble. I walked up to her slowly, watching for signs of hostility. Kirika's expression did not change, thankfully enough. I hugged her gently and turned her towards me. She didn't look at me, but instead, she began to foam at the mouth. (A/N: Weird, huh?)
"You didn't stop me…you didn't care…"
And then, she fell limp.
5:17 P.M.
Musouka:
I sniffed the air hungrily as I gazed up into the night sky. It had been years since Iyori and I left Jougen. We were wanderers now, nomads of the deepest, darkest night. Our Dream Weaving culture hadn't truly left us, although we were far away from our characteristic dream field. Ah…Jougen. It was unsafe to return there now with the decaying trees and mist. We were not the only ones that were out wandering; many of us were out in different areas of Gaia with chocobos. We communicated with them often, through cell phone when communications were high. But often, we communicated through dreams.
Musouka, this is the sky givers, Kyohaku and Natiokage. What's your status?
Ah, Kyohaku and Natiokage. I wondered how they were fairing since the move from Esto Gaza to Alexandria.
Musouka is present. How fare you since the move?
I sent that thought across the plains and mountains to the two.
Ah, the move was great. Plenty of dreams to weave. But that's not the point. We've just recently got word of Garnet's return to Alexandria.
Garnet's return? I patted my golden chocobo's back, which was the signal to stop, and pulled my cell phone out.
Kyohaku, Natiokage, standby for a call. Oh…and call Iyori for me.
I flipped open the cover and dialed Iyori's number. It rang only once.
"Yes?" All three voices answered.
"Iyori, what's the news from Treno?" I asked as I got off of my golden chocobo.
"Kuja lost Totetsumonari Kyuuden yesterday. It seems like his daughter um well…attacked the highest ranking noble there."
"Natiokage, Kyohaku, what kind of information do you have on Kirika Tribal?"
"Um…she's a full bred genome, which means she shares 95% of Kuja's genes. If you are familiar with Kuja's past, you can understand the risk she poses to the world," Natiokage muttered.
"Also, she has a newborn girl child named Kajin. The father was the ex mayor of Treno," Kyohaku piped up.
Interesting.
"Have you been able to get more information on that incident?" I asked.
"I've gotten my hand on the official documents, but I can't hold them long. If you want to see it, go to Alexandria."
"Fine, on my way."
I closed my phone and got back onto my chocobo. I patted its neck and pulled on the reins softly. The golden chocobo jumped into the air and flapped its wings powerfully, quickly gaining altitude. Off to Alexandria I go!
7:51 P.M.
Myou:
I watched the rise and fall of Kirika's chest and smiled softly. I was glad that she decided to sleep and rest for the rest of the night after that entire episode with the female genome. Surprisingly enough, I expected her to be out to watch it, but she was content to stay with Kajin for the evening. I placed a kiss on her forehead and exited the room quietly. For now, I had to find Kuja. He wanted to talk to me earlier, that much I knew. I was curious about his theories on Kirika's behavior. Instead of being inside of a room, I found Kuja out on a balcony.
"Ah…so, your back."
I laughed.
"I never left. But apparently Kirika has several times."
Kuja snorted and flicked his wonderful silver hair back.
"That's what I was trying to talk to you about. You see, Kirika is going through what I went through at her age. The only thing is…the symptoms are much more different which means…there is something else that has to do with it."
"So…it's not what you originally thought?"
"Yeah, but we haven't been able to figure it out yet. Kirika hasn't exactly been helpful lately."
"It's not her fault."
"I know."
Kirika couldn't control what was happening to her yet. So the one thing they could hope for was that it was something mental. Possession was pretty old nowadays so that was ruled out. So…what could it be?
"I have a feeling someone will shed a light on it soon," I commented.
"Kuja, we have visitors downstairs."
I yawned and turned around to see Zidane. Kuja nodded and walked back into the castle. I followed him downstairs and into the front foyer calmly. Inside of the front foyer were two people: one woman, one man. Both of them had small white feathers embedded in their hair and with orange eyes.
"Greetings, I am Musouka and this is my brother Iyori," The woman said softly.
The legendary dream weavers?
"You are the legendary dream wavers of Jougen, are you not?" I asked.
"You know of us?" Iyori asked.
"I've told them your story once or twice."
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Garnet enter the room.
"Ah, Suteki, good to see you," Musouka commented.
"Same to you. So what brings you here?"
Musouka eyed Kuja casually and produced a stack of paper.
"Your daughter has quite a reputation, Kuja. It surely eludes her even at this moment."
Garnet frowned and took the stack of papers from her calmly.
"It looks like Kirika's little accident has gotten more attention than we would like," She commented.
I shrugged.
"That's to be expected," I muttered.
"So where is she?" Musouka asked.
"Resting with Kajin," I answered.
A smirk eased across her lips.
"Asleep?"
I nodded.
"Good. Leave me or watch and I shall weave a dream for you."
Musouka:
All of the rest in the world could not prepare me for any kind of dream weaving. Nevertheless, pushing myself to the limits of my strength was something I personally enjoyed. I touched my brother's hand faintly and settled down into a comfortable pose.
"Connecting to the dream world. Please say silent…" I whispered as I threw my head back.
Images flashed in front of my eyes as my body relaxed on its own. Within seconds, I extended my reach to Kirika's mind upstairs and entered it. The next thing I saw was an endless field full of rotten flowers and it was raining. The weirdest thing about this particular dream was that I could feel the raindrops. Subconsciously, I felt my hands moving in order to create an image for my audience downstairs. All of a sudden, a woman appeared in front of me, dressed in see-through, skintight robes. She had fiery red hair and dark green eyes that shined through the haze of the rain.
"Why are you in here?"
"You are Kirika, are you not?"
"Names are not important to me, but apparently it is to you."
That was not the answer I expected. Kirika's expression turned dark.
"You are a dream weaver, are you not?" She asked.
I nodded. She laughed and walked away into the rain.
"See you soon, Musouka."