Chapter 12: Dreams
A/N: We're getting yelled at in Computer Apps. right now. *sigh* People keep doing bad things, like cheating (Come on, who cheats in computer apps??!), leaving food and drink by the computer, etc, etc. You know, the scary thing is, yesterday I was sitting here in Computer Apps. at the end of the class thinking, 'Ya know, this class would be extremely easy to cheat in...all you'd have to do is open someone else's file and put your name on it...' and then today we got "The Talk." DUMDUMDUM!!!
Does my incessant rambling bother you? Sorry.
Disclaimer: Yeah, now I'm stalling. I'm not really sure what I'm going to write in this chapter, so I'm stall---OH! WAIT! I know what I'm going to write! I must go! I don't own RK! *jumps hurriedly to writing*
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A small family sits happily around their simple dinner of tofu and rice, heads bowed in silent prayer. The man and father to the small boy raises his head first, soon followed by the mother's. The little boy keeps his head bowed. "Shinta, what are you doing? It's time to eat your supper." his father says. "I'm asking Kami to keep the bad guys away so mommy can stay with us and not be scared." Shinta says softly.
Shinta's mother freezes before slowly relaxing and smiling at her son. His red hair is messy and tangled, and hangs nearly into his food. "Shinta, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You just worry about little Shinta's safety, ok?"
"Yes, Mommy."
Shinta's father runs a hand through his long, dark hair before resting it on the sheathed sword at his side. "Shinta, it's almost bedtime, finish your food." Shinta obeys his father, chewing the last of his rice slowly.
"Bedtime Shinta-sama!" his mother declares finally, her blue eyes sparkling. "Mommy-san!" Shinta runs to her and laughs when she plants a big kiss on his forehead. He wraps his fingers in her curly black hair. "When will you be back, Mommy?" he asks as she carries him to his bedroom.
"Shinta, I can't come back when I leave..." she sighs. "But...I want you to..." he sniffs, tears in his huge violet eyes. "Shinta, if I stay the demons will attack us here. If they ever find out you're my son, they'll be after you too. That's why we have to be extra careful that they don't find out, ok?" his mother explains sweetly.
A tear rolls down Shinta's cheek. "Now, now, Shinta-sama, don't cry."
"I can't help it mommy, you don't love me anymore!!"
"Shinta! Don't ever say that! I will always love you! Just remember, when you see a star that twinkles twice as bright, I'm looking down at you from up there." his mother points to the sky. Shinta sniffed. "Really?"
"Yes. Now Shinta, I'm going to put you to sleep, ok?"
"Ok Mommy."
His mother gathers him in her arms. "I'll ask you one more time Shinta- sama...are you sure you want to stay here with your father? You could come with me and meet MY little brother."
"Mommy, I need to stay here to keep Papa happy when you leave us."
His mother smiles a sad, longing smile. "That you do." She softly begins the chant that will put him to sleep.
"That I do..." Shinta murmurs sleepily.
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Fifteen minutes later, Shinta's mother walks out of his room. Shinta's father sits outside, leaning against the outer wall of their house, his face accented by the moonlight and the tears coursing down his cheeks. "I'm assuming all went well." he says quietly.
"The little lamb didn't resist at all." Shinta's mother replies, equally as soft. "So tomorrow when he wakes he won't remember anything about you? Will he even know he HAD a mother?!" Shinta's father spits the words as if they are poisonous venom, turning to face his wife.
She doesn't flinch, only regards his sorrow with an equal sorrow of her own. "He'll remember having a mother, but he won't remember facial features or the like. You'll probably need to tell him that I died." Shinta's mother sighs.
"I don't want our Shinta to grow up without a mother." Shinta's father insists.
"It has to be this way! Would it be easier if I put a block on your memory too?" she says quietly.
"WHAT?! NO! Koishii, I want to remember you forever! But I don't understand why you can't just stay with us! Do you doubt my abilities to protect you!?" Shinta's father is standing on his feet, sword drawn. The sharp side of the katana gleams in the pale light of the omniscient moon.
"Anata...put your sword away. You know as well as I do that I can't stay. I don't doubt your abilities against mortal man, but the situation is quite different." Shinta's mother soothes.
"I DON'T CARE! YOU ARE MINE TO PROTECT!"
"I must go now anata..."
"NO! Stay here with us!"
"I MUST GO!"
"NO!"
Shinta's father drops his sword in the dirt as he grasps his wife's hands in his own. "Don't leave me...not like this. I love you koishii."
"Anata, I must."
"I refuse to let you go."
"Goodbye."
"NO! KOISHII!!!!!" Shinta's father cries out in anguish as his wife begins to fade away until she's a shimmering mist.
"I love you anata." she mouths as before disappearing altogther. Shinta's father falls to his knees beside his sword. "Hitomi...come back..."
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A redheaded man tosses and turns against the restraints on his wrists and ankles. A sweat had broken out on his brow, and his body shakes furiously with the heat of the fever. His body is terribly frail; this is apparent by the weakness of his struggles and the desperation etched in his features. Both wrists are crimson with his own blood; the feared hitokiri is dying by the very hands of the same that killed so many before him.
His breath comes in ragged gasps and his body trembles with the effort. He weakly strains at the bonds holding him down, he wants to lay in the fetal position. His awareness of death is astounding; his loathing of it even stronger. Though his hatred burns high as his body rebels against the fever and imminent death, it is obvious the fight is a losing battle.
His actions are slowing; his breaths fewer and less often. His heartbeats are nearly visible as they lessen more and more. As if he is being watched by another, everything seems to focus on his rasping breaths. A tear rolls down his cheek; he knows his life is ending. "Mother..." he gasps with his dying breath. And with that breath taken, his entire body goes limp as death claims his defiant spirit.
The sigh of the dead resonates quietly. "Mother--"
"SHINTAAAAA!!!!!!!" Hitomi screamed as she shot upright in bed. He couldn't be dead, he just could be! She didn't realize she was crying until she stood to dress. She had to know if he was really dead, if she'd killed her only son. Her dream couldn't possibly be a reality, it...it was unthinkable. She pulled on her sleeping rober, not bothering to fully dress, and burst into the hall; her sobs were by now plainly hearable.
As she stumbled past the Voyridal's room, trying her best to remain quiet through her wracking sobs, lest anyone try to comfort her and hinder her on her mission, the shadowed figure inside smiled: she'd finally remembered.
Hitomi blundered unhindered to her office. With a short cry she lunged for her remote, momentarily forgetting her psychic abilites. The screen opposite her couch fizzed on, and--remembering her teleportative abilities-- she was there in an instant. "Shinta...what have I done..." she whispered mournfully.
As she beheld the pale figure confined to the bed and the length of his restraints, Hitomi felt a guilt that had only been paralleled one other time in her life. "Don't die on me Shinta...please don't die..." she finally succumbed to her feelings for the first time in many years; burying her face in her hands she cried.
She cried for Shinta, for all the pain she'd caused in her ignorance. She cried for her late husband, that she'd left so abruptly and never talked to again. She cried for herself, for the memory she'd long been deprived of. And most of all, she cried for Kaoru, for all the pain and suffering she'd caused her, not only through possession but through Shinta. And all of it was HER FAULT!!!
She knew now what the Voyridal had meant when he'd said, "I know what he did to you. Exact your revenge, Hitomi."
The Voyridal had known all along that Hitomi was his baka deshi's mother, and he'd never said a word. He'd known that Hitomi would only hurt herself. He'd known also that she needed to remember herself, not be told by another. "But why did he let me take it so far..." Hitomi sobbed.
"Hitomi?"
A hand on her shoulder made her jump up and spin around. "Fjork! What are you doing here!" she asked in surprise. "It doesn't matter, it looks like you need a shoulder to cry on..."
"Oh Fjork, I need so much more than that!" Hitomi wailed.
"Now, now, Hitomi, you NEED to calm down a little." Fjork said calmly, putting his arms around Hitomi's trembling body. She pulled her arms closer to her chest and sobbed against his chest. Fjork sighed and lowered his head to rest on hers. "Oh Hitomi..."
Hitomi's sobs eventually subsided as Fjork's even breathing comforted her. She was safe; everything would be ok as long as she could just stay in his arms. "Hitomi?" Fjork asked after several minutes. "Hmmm?" she sighed.
She'd been listening to their synchronized heartbeats. There was one thing that puzzled her though, and that was the question of why his heartbeat was as fast as hers. She knew why hers was fast; she'd been crying after all. But why was his so irregular? Could he possibly be thinking the same as she? No, it was impossible, there was no way that he--
Hitomi's thoughts were interrupted by Fjork's heated kiss. She struggled briefly, but soon gave in to the passion. Her world quivered as the feeling encompassed her entire being; her knees would no longer support her. Fjork caught her crumbling body with his mind, breaking even more boundaries he deepened the kiss until Hitomi was floating on a sea of bliss and the angry lines of oxygen deprivation swam in her vision.
Only when Fjork remembered that breathing was a life-essential process did he break away from Hitomi. She reeled wildly as he let go of her with his mind, falling directly back into his arms. "What was that for?" she asked when she could breathe again and had assumed a more dignified pose. "For just being you, the Hitomi I've always loved, for being the one person I can't stand to see unhappy, for being the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with...Hitomi...It's time to let go of the past." Fjork replied, rubbing his hands down her back.
Hitomi pondered what he'd said. Finally she looked him in the eyes. "You're right."
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Kenshin swam in a sea of darkness and fire. If this was dying, he wished death would hurry and speed his departure of the living. He yearned for the eternal blackness, surely it was better than this. How long had be been here? Why was he restrained? What had he DONE?
Bits and pieces were all he could grasp, leaving him feeling adrift. He knew who he was, but not much more than that. There was a woman, and she meant very much to him; he could almost see her face, but then his mind would brutally cut him off. His memories of events were jumbled so that he wasn't sure what came first: the rurouni or the Hitokiri. And then a specific event floated to the surface; Kenshin's elation at remembering soon dampened at the anguish of the memory.
He saw no face, but knew it was one he cared about, and he saw the sword as she leapt between him and his foe. A horrible read covered everything and then the searing pain in his cheek. And as Kenshin lay shocked at this memory, a face came into view. Beautiful sapphire eyes shone brightly beneath her raven-colored halo. A bright aura of innocence and determination radiated from her very being. But he'd killed her!
Why was his mind torturing him with images he couldn't grasp? Who were these individuals, and why were they in his mind? Had he done something he shouldn't have?
Suddenly, unbidden, another face floated into his memory. Dark, midnight black curls framed a beautiful face accented by turquoise eyes. Those eyes seemed to see him and through him, everything around and all unseeable. 'WHO IS SHE! WHO IS SHE WHO IS SHE!!!!!' his tortured mind screamed.
And with sudden, unrelenting fury, his memory exploded within his head. The extra information and the face assailed his mind. He had his memory back, why couldn't he figure out who she was?! Then, he knew. "Mother..." he breathed, staring out at the stars. A single star burned more brightly that the congregation of brothers and sisters around it.
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A/N: Well, I'm supposed to be reading, but oh well. This chapter drove me bananas until I finished it, which I FINALLY did. Oh, and I get to respond to all you'ses reviews now!
Princess of Darkness and Me: Well, I'm assuming that was a good little face- y thing...hopefully? PLEASE OH PLEASE?! Lol, I hope you like...Cause I really would hate to disappoint all you guys...
Playing In Traffic: HA! NEXT CHAPTER! Currently listening to Girls and Boys by GC, and typing up responses. You write the longest reviews of any of my reveiwers you know that? *To everyone* Ok, It's now a contest, see if any of you guys can write a longer review than PT here! *PT* I'm glad it's not confusing, I was afraid it was with the whole, Hitomi/ Fjork thing. Plus I can't resist fluff! ^-^
Koneko: Maaaaaybe I will resolve things....*grins evilly* Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see. And what's wrong with being a sap anyhow? I know I sure am one! ^-^ Glad you like, don't cry too hard now...
Lil-Warrior-Gal: This amuses me.^-^ You'll see soon enough if he gets his memory back... well technically you should know already. If you don't then go back and read again! GEEZ, I feel sorry for Kaoru too. It was like, unanimous "feel sorry for Kaoru" reveiw time LOL. I was amused by that too.
Kenshinzgurl: Aw, you called me a great writer. I feel special! YAY ME! Lol, I'm glad you think I rock and that you like it *sniff* makes me *sniff* feel so LOVED *wail*!!!! Anyhow *composes self* continue on...
Sofa-chan: You know, I can't promise you I won't kill him, because undoubtedly, the moment I did, I would get thsi great idea and somehow accidentally kill him. -_-;;; And then you would hate me...AHH BRIBERY! MUST...NOT...ACCEPT! GAH! CAN'T RESIST! NOOOOOOOOO!
Koishii-glory: *sigh* I don't have a job either. I'm hopeless. I WANT A JOB AND A CAR! Dude, I might be getting a car soon. o.o THAT'S AWESOME! Keep on readin', and I'll keep postin'!
Shaolin and Amakakeru: Hey! Thanks for loving my story, you vicariously love me too! YAY! I did read your story, and I LIKE IT. POST MORE NOW. ^-^
Crane: Uh...Ok? *gives more story* HERE YA GO! Just...don't go ADD on me anymore. That was kinda scary. Sounded like you were hyperventillating. Don't do that, it's dangerous. O.O
Flying Dragon: Hey I'm workin' on it! Hope you like it, for MY sake at least. AND not that alcoholic kind either!
Yakul: Uh...ok? Good or bad??
Simplisticself: Nice name! I'm glad you like it, and it was one of my original intentions for this fic to be different. I'm not exactly the kind of person that sticks to the path, see look, this is the path | | and I'm waaaay over here (I am here) stuck in the poison ivy. Well, at least I'm not allergic...
A/N: We're getting yelled at in Computer Apps. right now. *sigh* People keep doing bad things, like cheating (Come on, who cheats in computer apps??!), leaving food and drink by the computer, etc, etc. You know, the scary thing is, yesterday I was sitting here in Computer Apps. at the end of the class thinking, 'Ya know, this class would be extremely easy to cheat in...all you'd have to do is open someone else's file and put your name on it...' and then today we got "The Talk." DUMDUMDUM!!!
Does my incessant rambling bother you? Sorry.
Disclaimer: Yeah, now I'm stalling. I'm not really sure what I'm going to write in this chapter, so I'm stall---OH! WAIT! I know what I'm going to write! I must go! I don't own RK! *jumps hurriedly to writing*
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A small family sits happily around their simple dinner of tofu and rice, heads bowed in silent prayer. The man and father to the small boy raises his head first, soon followed by the mother's. The little boy keeps his head bowed. "Shinta, what are you doing? It's time to eat your supper." his father says. "I'm asking Kami to keep the bad guys away so mommy can stay with us and not be scared." Shinta says softly.
Shinta's mother freezes before slowly relaxing and smiling at her son. His red hair is messy and tangled, and hangs nearly into his food. "Shinta, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You just worry about little Shinta's safety, ok?"
"Yes, Mommy."
Shinta's father runs a hand through his long, dark hair before resting it on the sheathed sword at his side. "Shinta, it's almost bedtime, finish your food." Shinta obeys his father, chewing the last of his rice slowly.
"Bedtime Shinta-sama!" his mother declares finally, her blue eyes sparkling. "Mommy-san!" Shinta runs to her and laughs when she plants a big kiss on his forehead. He wraps his fingers in her curly black hair. "When will you be back, Mommy?" he asks as she carries him to his bedroom.
"Shinta, I can't come back when I leave..." she sighs. "But...I want you to..." he sniffs, tears in his huge violet eyes. "Shinta, if I stay the demons will attack us here. If they ever find out you're my son, they'll be after you too. That's why we have to be extra careful that they don't find out, ok?" his mother explains sweetly.
A tear rolls down Shinta's cheek. "Now, now, Shinta-sama, don't cry."
"I can't help it mommy, you don't love me anymore!!"
"Shinta! Don't ever say that! I will always love you! Just remember, when you see a star that twinkles twice as bright, I'm looking down at you from up there." his mother points to the sky. Shinta sniffed. "Really?"
"Yes. Now Shinta, I'm going to put you to sleep, ok?"
"Ok Mommy."
His mother gathers him in her arms. "I'll ask you one more time Shinta- sama...are you sure you want to stay here with your father? You could come with me and meet MY little brother."
"Mommy, I need to stay here to keep Papa happy when you leave us."
His mother smiles a sad, longing smile. "That you do." She softly begins the chant that will put him to sleep.
"That I do..." Shinta murmurs sleepily.
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Fifteen minutes later, Shinta's mother walks out of his room. Shinta's father sits outside, leaning against the outer wall of their house, his face accented by the moonlight and the tears coursing down his cheeks. "I'm assuming all went well." he says quietly.
"The little lamb didn't resist at all." Shinta's mother replies, equally as soft. "So tomorrow when he wakes he won't remember anything about you? Will he even know he HAD a mother?!" Shinta's father spits the words as if they are poisonous venom, turning to face his wife.
She doesn't flinch, only regards his sorrow with an equal sorrow of her own. "He'll remember having a mother, but he won't remember facial features or the like. You'll probably need to tell him that I died." Shinta's mother sighs.
"I don't want our Shinta to grow up without a mother." Shinta's father insists.
"It has to be this way! Would it be easier if I put a block on your memory too?" she says quietly.
"WHAT?! NO! Koishii, I want to remember you forever! But I don't understand why you can't just stay with us! Do you doubt my abilities to protect you!?" Shinta's father is standing on his feet, sword drawn. The sharp side of the katana gleams in the pale light of the omniscient moon.
"Anata...put your sword away. You know as well as I do that I can't stay. I don't doubt your abilities against mortal man, but the situation is quite different." Shinta's mother soothes.
"I DON'T CARE! YOU ARE MINE TO PROTECT!"
"I must go now anata..."
"NO! Stay here with us!"
"I MUST GO!"
"NO!"
Shinta's father drops his sword in the dirt as he grasps his wife's hands in his own. "Don't leave me...not like this. I love you koishii."
"Anata, I must."
"I refuse to let you go."
"Goodbye."
"NO! KOISHII!!!!!" Shinta's father cries out in anguish as his wife begins to fade away until she's a shimmering mist.
"I love you anata." she mouths as before disappearing altogther. Shinta's father falls to his knees beside his sword. "Hitomi...come back..."
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A redheaded man tosses and turns against the restraints on his wrists and ankles. A sweat had broken out on his brow, and his body shakes furiously with the heat of the fever. His body is terribly frail; this is apparent by the weakness of his struggles and the desperation etched in his features. Both wrists are crimson with his own blood; the feared hitokiri is dying by the very hands of the same that killed so many before him.
His breath comes in ragged gasps and his body trembles with the effort. He weakly strains at the bonds holding him down, he wants to lay in the fetal position. His awareness of death is astounding; his loathing of it even stronger. Though his hatred burns high as his body rebels against the fever and imminent death, it is obvious the fight is a losing battle.
His actions are slowing; his breaths fewer and less often. His heartbeats are nearly visible as they lessen more and more. As if he is being watched by another, everything seems to focus on his rasping breaths. A tear rolls down his cheek; he knows his life is ending. "Mother..." he gasps with his dying breath. And with that breath taken, his entire body goes limp as death claims his defiant spirit.
The sigh of the dead resonates quietly. "Mother--"
"SHINTAAAAA!!!!!!!" Hitomi screamed as she shot upright in bed. He couldn't be dead, he just could be! She didn't realize she was crying until she stood to dress. She had to know if he was really dead, if she'd killed her only son. Her dream couldn't possibly be a reality, it...it was unthinkable. She pulled on her sleeping rober, not bothering to fully dress, and burst into the hall; her sobs were by now plainly hearable.
As she stumbled past the Voyridal's room, trying her best to remain quiet through her wracking sobs, lest anyone try to comfort her and hinder her on her mission, the shadowed figure inside smiled: she'd finally remembered.
Hitomi blundered unhindered to her office. With a short cry she lunged for her remote, momentarily forgetting her psychic abilites. The screen opposite her couch fizzed on, and--remembering her teleportative abilities-- she was there in an instant. "Shinta...what have I done..." she whispered mournfully.
As she beheld the pale figure confined to the bed and the length of his restraints, Hitomi felt a guilt that had only been paralleled one other time in her life. "Don't die on me Shinta...please don't die..." she finally succumbed to her feelings for the first time in many years; burying her face in her hands she cried.
She cried for Shinta, for all the pain she'd caused in her ignorance. She cried for her late husband, that she'd left so abruptly and never talked to again. She cried for herself, for the memory she'd long been deprived of. And most of all, she cried for Kaoru, for all the pain and suffering she'd caused her, not only through possession but through Shinta. And all of it was HER FAULT!!!
She knew now what the Voyridal had meant when he'd said, "I know what he did to you. Exact your revenge, Hitomi."
The Voyridal had known all along that Hitomi was his baka deshi's mother, and he'd never said a word. He'd known that Hitomi would only hurt herself. He'd known also that she needed to remember herself, not be told by another. "But why did he let me take it so far..." Hitomi sobbed.
"Hitomi?"
A hand on her shoulder made her jump up and spin around. "Fjork! What are you doing here!" she asked in surprise. "It doesn't matter, it looks like you need a shoulder to cry on..."
"Oh Fjork, I need so much more than that!" Hitomi wailed.
"Now, now, Hitomi, you NEED to calm down a little." Fjork said calmly, putting his arms around Hitomi's trembling body. She pulled her arms closer to her chest and sobbed against his chest. Fjork sighed and lowered his head to rest on hers. "Oh Hitomi..."
Hitomi's sobs eventually subsided as Fjork's even breathing comforted her. She was safe; everything would be ok as long as she could just stay in his arms. "Hitomi?" Fjork asked after several minutes. "Hmmm?" she sighed.
She'd been listening to their synchronized heartbeats. There was one thing that puzzled her though, and that was the question of why his heartbeat was as fast as hers. She knew why hers was fast; she'd been crying after all. But why was his so irregular? Could he possibly be thinking the same as she? No, it was impossible, there was no way that he--
Hitomi's thoughts were interrupted by Fjork's heated kiss. She struggled briefly, but soon gave in to the passion. Her world quivered as the feeling encompassed her entire being; her knees would no longer support her. Fjork caught her crumbling body with his mind, breaking even more boundaries he deepened the kiss until Hitomi was floating on a sea of bliss and the angry lines of oxygen deprivation swam in her vision.
Only when Fjork remembered that breathing was a life-essential process did he break away from Hitomi. She reeled wildly as he let go of her with his mind, falling directly back into his arms. "What was that for?" she asked when she could breathe again and had assumed a more dignified pose. "For just being you, the Hitomi I've always loved, for being the one person I can't stand to see unhappy, for being the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with...Hitomi...It's time to let go of the past." Fjork replied, rubbing his hands down her back.
Hitomi pondered what he'd said. Finally she looked him in the eyes. "You're right."
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Kenshin swam in a sea of darkness and fire. If this was dying, he wished death would hurry and speed his departure of the living. He yearned for the eternal blackness, surely it was better than this. How long had be been here? Why was he restrained? What had he DONE?
Bits and pieces were all he could grasp, leaving him feeling adrift. He knew who he was, but not much more than that. There was a woman, and she meant very much to him; he could almost see her face, but then his mind would brutally cut him off. His memories of events were jumbled so that he wasn't sure what came first: the rurouni or the Hitokiri. And then a specific event floated to the surface; Kenshin's elation at remembering soon dampened at the anguish of the memory.
He saw no face, but knew it was one he cared about, and he saw the sword as she leapt between him and his foe. A horrible read covered everything and then the searing pain in his cheek. And as Kenshin lay shocked at this memory, a face came into view. Beautiful sapphire eyes shone brightly beneath her raven-colored halo. A bright aura of innocence and determination radiated from her very being. But he'd killed her!
Why was his mind torturing him with images he couldn't grasp? Who were these individuals, and why were they in his mind? Had he done something he shouldn't have?
Suddenly, unbidden, another face floated into his memory. Dark, midnight black curls framed a beautiful face accented by turquoise eyes. Those eyes seemed to see him and through him, everything around and all unseeable. 'WHO IS SHE! WHO IS SHE WHO IS SHE!!!!!' his tortured mind screamed.
And with sudden, unrelenting fury, his memory exploded within his head. The extra information and the face assailed his mind. He had his memory back, why couldn't he figure out who she was?! Then, he knew. "Mother..." he breathed, staring out at the stars. A single star burned more brightly that the congregation of brothers and sisters around it.
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A/N: Well, I'm supposed to be reading, but oh well. This chapter drove me bananas until I finished it, which I FINALLY did. Oh, and I get to respond to all you'ses reviews now!
Princess of Darkness and Me: Well, I'm assuming that was a good little face- y thing...hopefully? PLEASE OH PLEASE?! Lol, I hope you like...Cause I really would hate to disappoint all you guys...
Playing In Traffic: HA! NEXT CHAPTER! Currently listening to Girls and Boys by GC, and typing up responses. You write the longest reviews of any of my reveiwers you know that? *To everyone* Ok, It's now a contest, see if any of you guys can write a longer review than PT here! *PT* I'm glad it's not confusing, I was afraid it was with the whole, Hitomi/ Fjork thing. Plus I can't resist fluff! ^-^
Koneko: Maaaaaybe I will resolve things....*grins evilly* Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see. And what's wrong with being a sap anyhow? I know I sure am one! ^-^ Glad you like, don't cry too hard now...
Lil-Warrior-Gal: This amuses me.^-^ You'll see soon enough if he gets his memory back... well technically you should know already. If you don't then go back and read again! GEEZ, I feel sorry for Kaoru too. It was like, unanimous "feel sorry for Kaoru" reveiw time LOL. I was amused by that too.
Kenshinzgurl: Aw, you called me a great writer. I feel special! YAY ME! Lol, I'm glad you think I rock and that you like it *sniff* makes me *sniff* feel so LOVED *wail*!!!! Anyhow *composes self* continue on...
Sofa-chan: You know, I can't promise you I won't kill him, because undoubtedly, the moment I did, I would get thsi great idea and somehow accidentally kill him. -_-;;; And then you would hate me...AHH BRIBERY! MUST...NOT...ACCEPT! GAH! CAN'T RESIST! NOOOOOOOOO!
Koishii-glory: *sigh* I don't have a job either. I'm hopeless. I WANT A JOB AND A CAR! Dude, I might be getting a car soon. o.o THAT'S AWESOME! Keep on readin', and I'll keep postin'!
Shaolin and Amakakeru: Hey! Thanks for loving my story, you vicariously love me too! YAY! I did read your story, and I LIKE IT. POST MORE NOW. ^-^
Crane: Uh...Ok? *gives more story* HERE YA GO! Just...don't go ADD on me anymore. That was kinda scary. Sounded like you were hyperventillating. Don't do that, it's dangerous. O.O
Flying Dragon: Hey I'm workin' on it! Hope you like it, for MY sake at least. AND not that alcoholic kind either!
Yakul: Uh...ok? Good or bad??
Simplisticself: Nice name! I'm glad you like it, and it was one of my original intentions for this fic to be different. I'm not exactly the kind of person that sticks to the path, see look, this is the path | | and I'm waaaay over here (I am here) stuck in the poison ivy. Well, at least I'm not allergic...