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Kouji looked around himself. Wasn't he just in his bed? A disrupted city lay before him. The current city he lived in: Shibuya. Most skyscrapers had toppled over or were on fire. People were screaming and running for shelter from the chaos. Except for a few. Those few stood in a sturdy row, wind blowing their hair around thier faces. All at once, they lifted their right hands, and a glowing energy ball formed in their palms.
The first child's was red, the second's was blue, the third's was green, then purple, then yellow, then black.
The child with the blue energy noticed Kouji's presence and left the group and glided over to him. It seemed that time had stopped for the world around them. The child took Kouji's arm in one hand, and with the other he laid the energy ball on top of it. The energy sank into his skin and Kouji looked at the person in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the child's face.
It was him.
* * *
"NO!" Kouji yelled as he sat up quickly in bed. He panted. "J . . . Just a . . . dream? . . ." He glanced at his bedside clock and realized he was late for school. In fact, it was noon.
He sighed and thought to himself. 'Well, no use in going now.' His dad and his stepmother would have already left for work. Kouji changed into clean clothes, some jeans and a sweatshirt.
He aimlessly walked outside his apartment and wandered into the park where he had seen Kouichi. He sat down by the edge of the pond, and watched a family of ducks swim by. He threw a small stone at them and watched them scatter, then come back together.
Kouji closed his eyes. Somewhere, he could hear a song being played. Maybe on a flute, or some kind of wind instrument. He didn't know where he had heard it before, but he knew what tune would come after the last. He opened his eyes, and the soft music continued playing. He got up quietly, and followed the soothing sound.
He walked near a random weeping willow tree, and the music stopped. Kouji looked around himself, trying to find the source. His keen hearing heard a small twig snap under pressure, and he looked up to see something glint slighty in the tree branches above him.
Kouji narrowed his eyes. 'What is it with people and sitting in trees?!' he thought to himself. He climbed into the tree and retrieved the shiny object. It was some kind of flute, but smaller in size.
* * *
Kouji walked home with the instrument in hand. He slowly began to recall the words of the sweet song, and went through them in his mind.
' "I'll be okay even if I'm alone!" so I thought but . . .
But I became a little lonely, so
Ah, while I look up at the sky
Ah, I'll murmur a little
So that I can laugh
The wind, embraces me
A drop of wind quietly floats down
To my parched lips
"I don't need to be 'forced!' " maybe I'm bluffing?
I'm always searching for someone in my heart
Ah, I'll chase the drifting clouds
Ah, running without thinking
Because I want to laugh a lot
The wind, is watching over me
A drop of wind quietly whispers
To my moistened lips
So that I can laugh
The wind, kisses me
Look, on my gentle lips
A drop of wind is shining...
Because I want to laugh a lot
The wind, is by my side
I won't look away
So that I'll be more honest'
Kouji opened the door to his apartment and took off his shoes, closing it behind him. His parents wouldn't be back until about 5 o'clock, so he cooked himself a lunch of Ramen noodles.
Everything seemed so strange. Ever since he came to this city, weird things have been happening. Like that force from the book, that dream . . .
Come to think of it, Kouji's arm didn't hurt anymore. He took off his shirt, then unwrapped the bandage, and saw that the cut had healed up. His fingers traced where the wound had been. Not even a scar. He remembered in the dream, his . . . double . . . had put the blue energy ball on the cut. Could that have been what had healed it? . . .
Kouji shook his head. That wasn't possible. That was just a dream . . . only a dream . . . nothing but a dream . . .
But despite his thoughts, a part of him leaned toward believing that the dream had healed him. There was no other explination.
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Ritina: THANK YOU! EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THIS!
Allison: I'm surprised they even read it. ¬_¬
Ritina: *bashes Allison's head in with a mallet*
Kouji looked around himself. Wasn't he just in his bed? A disrupted city lay before him. The current city he lived in: Shibuya. Most skyscrapers had toppled over or were on fire. People were screaming and running for shelter from the chaos. Except for a few. Those few stood in a sturdy row, wind blowing their hair around thier faces. All at once, they lifted their right hands, and a glowing energy ball formed in their palms.
The first child's was red, the second's was blue, the third's was green, then purple, then yellow, then black.
The child with the blue energy noticed Kouji's presence and left the group and glided over to him. It seemed that time had stopped for the world around them. The child took Kouji's arm in one hand, and with the other he laid the energy ball on top of it. The energy sank into his skin and Kouji looked at the person in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the child's face.
It was him.
* * *
"NO!" Kouji yelled as he sat up quickly in bed. He panted. "J . . . Just a . . . dream? . . ." He glanced at his bedside clock and realized he was late for school. In fact, it was noon.
He sighed and thought to himself. 'Well, no use in going now.' His dad and his stepmother would have already left for work. Kouji changed into clean clothes, some jeans and a sweatshirt.
He aimlessly walked outside his apartment and wandered into the park where he had seen Kouichi. He sat down by the edge of the pond, and watched a family of ducks swim by. He threw a small stone at them and watched them scatter, then come back together.
Kouji closed his eyes. Somewhere, he could hear a song being played. Maybe on a flute, or some kind of wind instrument. He didn't know where he had heard it before, but he knew what tune would come after the last. He opened his eyes, and the soft music continued playing. He got up quietly, and followed the soothing sound.
He walked near a random weeping willow tree, and the music stopped. Kouji looked around himself, trying to find the source. His keen hearing heard a small twig snap under pressure, and he looked up to see something glint slighty in the tree branches above him.
Kouji narrowed his eyes. 'What is it with people and sitting in trees?!' he thought to himself. He climbed into the tree and retrieved the shiny object. It was some kind of flute, but smaller in size.
* * *
Kouji walked home with the instrument in hand. He slowly began to recall the words of the sweet song, and went through them in his mind.
' "I'll be okay even if I'm alone!" so I thought but . . .
But I became a little lonely, so
Ah, while I look up at the sky
Ah, I'll murmur a little
So that I can laugh
The wind, embraces me
A drop of wind quietly floats down
To my parched lips
"I don't need to be 'forced!' " maybe I'm bluffing?
I'm always searching for someone in my heart
Ah, I'll chase the drifting clouds
Ah, running without thinking
Because I want to laugh a lot
The wind, is watching over me
A drop of wind quietly whispers
To my moistened lips
So that I can laugh
The wind, kisses me
Look, on my gentle lips
A drop of wind is shining...
Because I want to laugh a lot
The wind, is by my side
I won't look away
So that I'll be more honest'
Kouji opened the door to his apartment and took off his shoes, closing it behind him. His parents wouldn't be back until about 5 o'clock, so he cooked himself a lunch of Ramen noodles.
Everything seemed so strange. Ever since he came to this city, weird things have been happening. Like that force from the book, that dream . . .
Come to think of it, Kouji's arm didn't hurt anymore. He took off his shirt, then unwrapped the bandage, and saw that the cut had healed up. His fingers traced where the wound had been. Not even a scar. He remembered in the dream, his . . . double . . . had put the blue energy ball on the cut. Could that have been what had healed it? . . .
Kouji shook his head. That wasn't possible. That was just a dream . . . only a dream . . . nothing but a dream . . .
But despite his thoughts, a part of him leaned toward believing that the dream had healed him. There was no other explination.
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Ritina: THANK YOU! EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THIS!
Allison: I'm surprised they even read it. ¬_¬
Ritina: *bashes Allison's head in with a mallet*