Dreamwatcher
Chapter 15: A night at the Opera
"Going to a theater…
To see an exotic play…
Going together…
Two hearts bond, one broken…
But broken can be mend…
If h goes as well…."
*Amy's POV*
AUTHORS: Hey, what up. Whoo. Anywho, the FAQS ain't going so well since I only got one question…I'll still answer it.
Daos3 asks this questions:
"How many more chapters are you planning on making for this fic? Not that it really matters, I will still read it anyway, but I was just curious."
Answer: Well, to tell you the truth, I honestly don't know. I guess I'll go as far as the story takes me. I'm pretty surprised I lasted this long anyways. I guess you guys motivated me to go on. I still have plenty of surprises in store and it might last many chapters, so keep a look out.
Well, that's all for now, keep asking and I'll do my best to answer them. Now, on with the story.
"Go! Block harder!"
I could hear Remington's words loud and clearly. I was decked out in a black tank top and short black tights. I had on special gloves and was trying my best to hit Remington who shouting commands to me. Hmmm, he was right. This isn't easy. I had to try to punch him, but he was quick. I've been practicing for a month now. August was almost over, but the temperature was still hot. I was sweating so much. I never sweated this much, but it felt so good. For once, I felt strong, I felt like I could accomplish anything, anything at all! I manage to get in several punches into Remington which was quite an accomplishment considering I'm up against Remington.
"Okay, good, break time." He forced his usual grin and went back in his palace. I followed, of course.
"Soda?" he asked.
"Yes, please." I nodded. He threw me one and I caught it with one hand.
"Good." He smiled, "You're catching things better, your training real hard."
"Thanks." I blushed.
"You have great potential, kiddo." Remington grinned once more. He drank from his soda. Pepsi Twist: He was addicted to those things. He drank the whole can in one gulp and crushed it with his hands. He took a big sigh.
"Refreshing." He sighed.
I stared at my can, barely even halfway through. I felt embarrassed.
"What's wrong now, kid?" he asked.
I wish he stop calling me kid. I'm his girlfriend, couldn't he call me "Sweetie" or something, at least, once. I sighed.
"Did I do something?" He asked.
"Oh…no." I shook my head, "Just a bit hot, that's all." I fanned myself and Remington came closer.
"Ha, if you think that's hot, my kiss is even better." And of course, he proceeded to give me a kiss. Another rare case, him leading a kiss. I took it in as much as I can, but eventually, I had to let go. I WAS even hotter after that. But…for some reason, that kiss…it didn't felt…romantic enough.
"Okay, what the hell did I do now?" He sighed.
"Nothing…" I shook my head, "You did nothing wrong!"
Remington didn't believe me. He wasn't stupid at all. I kept quiet, but blushes madly.
"Let's get back to work." He gestured. I sighed and got back out in the hot sun.
More training. More harder then last time. It got harder as I progressed Remington was an endless source of energy, even though it looked like he didn't do much but pull endless sarcasm and rudeness. I mean, but then again, he does fight a lot. He IS a cop.
I often thought of why I fell for Remington. He was rude, and unkind. He mostly kept to himself, and he yells at anyone who would dare get in his way. What good do I see him in? He practices his magic on his family. How many times have I seen him try to voodoo his aunt, Lien-Da…and fail utterly since Remington's magic is only composed of pure magic. That frustrated him a great deal. He never liked his aunt much. He would always tell his family that she was trying to kill him, but they never believed him. Know Lien-Da was harsh, but they were family. It was hard for me to believe it, too. I wanted to use what psychic powers I have to see if Remington was telling the truth, but Remington made it clear…
"Read my mind and I'll make you regret it."
Remington was also psychic…but his powers were too limited since he hasn't practiced his magic in 10 years due to his amnesia, but I had a feeling he could block of my powers.
After the training ended, I collapsed on the couch. I sighed and saw Remington sitting next to me. He grinned again and got on top of me…which took me by surprised.
"Remington?" I gasped.
"Say, Amy…Need a favor." He grinned, which was starting to scare me.
"Uhh…yea? What is it?" I asked.
"My family is going to an Asian opera theater tomorrow night, you want to come?" he asked, still on top of me.
"An Asian Opera." I thought.
"Yea, ya gotta wear something Asian…it's a rule in that theater." He suggested.
"I see." I sighed, "Well, okay, I'll come, I just wish I knew what I should wear."
"You don't have any kimonos, your father is Japanese." he came in.
"Not yet." I shook my head, "All my old ones are when I was still a child." Remington got up.
"Come on then." He urged.
"What?" I shrugged.
"Come on." He said, a bit more harshly. I was confused, but I followed him to his room.
I loved his room. It was so…unique. Remington seem to love cresent moons. His room literally had many stars decorated and moons in some place or another. Posters hung on walls, mostly referring to Asian cultures, so I didn't quite understand. There was a desk where his labtop and computer dwelled. He seems to like black and blue a lot which was the color of his labtop. His computer…same color, he must've painted it himself. Moons graced it there as well. Lots of little toy figurines and stuffed animals surrounded his desk. In fact, he had quite the many dolls. A little shelf above his huge bad had some more. Those would be some of his…voodoo doll collection. He had a really old one, his Lien-Da one which he made so many years ago. I was all but surprised that she didn't come and just swiped it…but then again, Remington could have done something to prevent her from getting it. There was a couple of bookshelves filled with books no one really reads: Edgar Allen Poe, Scary stories, books on ghosts, myths, etc. Books on cosplay and anything involving making clothes. Wow…does he sew? I saw some more action figures and dolls atop the bookshelf. His room smelled nice and it was neat as well. Now, here's a guy who keeps his room clean. Some objects were tied to his ceiling, like a tennis ball, for one. (Author's Notes: Urgh…don't ask, my sis does this). I did like the paper swans hanging up there. It made sense, unlike the tennis ball. I saw various Asian scrolls and Asian paintings. His room had pillars with an Asian dragon wrapping itself around it. There was a statue, a dragon statue at one place of his room. It was ferocious, but very beautiful. It was gold as well. Even his bed was covered in Asian goods His closet wasn't like most of the doors of the palace. It was one of those traditionally sliding doors (Author's Notes: dang, I remember hitting my grandmother with one by accident when I was in Korea…I was 2...2!!!!) He had a huge television set with stereos and all that stuff. Has DVDS and video games galore. Ahh, I remember playing video games in his room. I was getting better on it. I once asked to play against Sonic on a racing game, I beat him 5 times straight and he was in shock. I was so happy. Remington had a vase with Cherry Blossoms on it. Remington's favorite flowers.
I looked around some more as Remington dugged through his closet which was somewhat messy. He had a lot of soccer balls and a lot of black clothings…not surprising. What really interested me was that samurai outfit on display. Behind the glass he was surrendered with, it was such an interesting piece of armor. The armor was blue and black (well, of course), with some bits of Gold and Red. The Samurai helmet also hung proudly atop the armor. A majestic blue and red sword of Asian origin stood next to the armor. It almost felt like an invisible person was inside the armor. So lifelike. Did it belong to someone in Remington's family? I wonder if he just kept it on display or does he ever wear that thing. It looked like it would fit him. I almost felt the glass until I heard his voice.
"Hey, stay always from that." He came in, "Stare, not touch."
"Sorry." I shook my head.
"Here." Remington took out a hanbook ( Korean tradition clothes), a lavender one with pink Cherry Blossoms on it surrounding it.
"Oh, my, it's so beautiful." I gasped, "Where did you get this?"
"I made it." He smiled, "It was suppose to be an experiment."
"Experiment?" I shrugged again. I swear, he confuses me a lot.
" Ya know, to see if I could make a girl's hanbook." he gave it to me, "It should fit you."
"…Aren't girl and boy's hanbooks the same?" I asked.
"Not at all." He answered, "It's all different." He closed the closet door.
"Umm…what's up with the samurai outfit?" I asked, "It looks…very futuristic for an ancient armor."
"Well, it was made by a special armor specialist and my ancestor wore it." He answered.
"Oh, really?" I asked.
"Yea, it scared the hell outta me when the ancestor who wore it looked like me." He manage to give himself a smile. Wow, was he smiling?!
"I love this armor." He came in.
"Did you ever wear it?" I asked.
"No." He shook his head, "Why should I?"
"Well, I think you'll look…well…nice." I popped in, " I wouldn't mind seeing you wear it."
Remington chuckled.
"Well, if you want, I'll wear it to the Opera." He shrugged.
"Oh, you don't have to." I giggled, " I mean, it would be weird if you did."
"You'd be surprise to what play we're going to, Amy." He looked at me, eyes half closed like he usually does.
"So…you'll wear it?" I shrugged.
"Sure, why not?" He chirped in, "If not for once…I was tempted myself to wear it."
I hugged him.
I was reluctant about Knuckles, should I invite him? He heard about it and said he didn't wanted to go. I sighed and didn't bother arguing back. I mean, why should I care? But for some odd reason…I wanted him to go. I tried to shake that thought of.
It was the beginning of September when the night of the theater occurred. I wore the hanbook Remington gave me.
"Oh, Amira, you look stunning!" My father chirped in. He wore a kimono, but in a more elegant fashion then a regular kimono, looking like he was the emperor of the Japan.
"Knuckles, are you sure you don't want to come?" My father asked one more time.
"No, thank you." came his respond.
There was no use arguing, so we left. I closed the door on the way.
*Knuckles POV*
I heard the door close. Of course I wanted to go! I wanted to be there with Amy. I sighed as I stared out the window where the stars twinkled at me. I lowered my head and curled up. Oh, Amy, how I wish I was with you. I tried so hard to move on, but it was futile now. I was too deeply in love for her to move on. I couldn't get Remington being with Amy. To me, it didn't fit. It didn't fit AT ALL! Should I just go? After all, I really wanted to. My stomach was anxious to. I clutched it and sighed. I stared at myself on the mirror in the bathroom.
"Knuckles, who are you?" I asked myself.
I sighed and lowered my head again. I turned on the faucet and washed my face. To me, it felt dirty. The coldness felt good to me. I shook off the excess water and dried myself with a towel. That felt good, but it didn't last long. I sighed again. Next thing I knew, I felt dirty all over, so I took a long shower…a very long one. I thought a lot in the shower. I thought about the many times we were together. When we were kids, we stared at the sky and watched the clouds take on shapes and forms. We counted the stars at night. We told each other stories and jokes, though I was never really good with it. We even shared adventures together. We…even shared out first kiss…but it was more of a fluke, I suppose.
It was when she was 12 and I was 16. We reunited after not seeing each other for 4 years. It was during Perfect Chaos' reign. I remember Sonic's shock.
"Wait, you two were childhood friends!?" he shouted, mouth wide open.
"Yep!" I remember saying.
"Oh, Knuckles, I missed you so much!" She gave me a hug on which I blushed. Of course, we couldn't catch up to old times, we had to take care of Perfect Chaos. Once THAT was over with, Amy and I sent many days together catching up on our tales. It felt like old times again. My feelings grew stronger and the next thing I knew, I gave her a kiss. The response I got was not one I expected.
"I'm sorry, Knuckles, but I don't feel that way for you." I remember her saying, "I like Sonic."
UGH! That broke my heart. I got out of the shower and changed into my clothes again. I crawled up to my bed again and continued to star gaze. My heart was pounding. Damn…I can't help it! My heart hurts, but I HAD to go there! I HAD to!
I dugged through my closest and looked everywhere for my outfit. I finally found it, my special Chinese wear. It was green with yellow, red, and violet surrounding it. I loved this outfit. It was my usual royal outfit that I wear for special occasions. I manage to take this with me after I left the palace. It had a hat that went along with it. Now, where were those shows…ahh, there they are. Since the opera they're going to required guests to wear only Asian wears, I was more then prepared. I looked at myself at the mirror. My arm sleeves were long and hanging. Some of my outfits came equipped with cat's bell, common in Chinese wear.
"where's my sword?" I asked myself. Oh, there. I placed it over my back and felt more then ready to go.
"I don't care…I just…have to go."
I marched out the door and flew to Necronopolis where the play was just starting. Hmmm, I needed a ticket to get in, so how can I get in? I was no longer prince, so I couldn't ask to go in without one. Hmm, did I have to sneak in? No, I am not dishonest. There must be way, fortunately, there was, though by accident.
"Ahh, you're the replacement, good!" came a stage manager.
"Who-me?" I pointed to myself.
"yea, the guy who was suppose to play the Chinese guy got sick, so we asked for another actor, about time you came." He grabbed me. "The play's about to start.
"Wait, I'm not-" I was dragged in and pushed to off stage where the other actors were.
"Here he is, brought his own costume, too." The stage man smiled. All I did was stayed frozen.
"Oh, good." came one of the actors, " Hey, Juni, get some make up on him!"
"Make...up?" I gulped. How on Earth did I get into this mess!?
To Be Continued…
Remington
Full Name: Shinjuku Hiroki Dimitri "Remington" the 2th (he has a MUCH longer name, but this is his "main" name, his full name would take forever to say)
Age: 17
Height: 4'11
Job: Prince of the Dark Legion/Necronopolis, Constable of ESTs
Weapon: Sword, guns, these are his basic weapons, but he also uses himself to fight…he's a fighting machine in himself
Magic: Purity Holy, Healing spells (though his purity spells don't always work as he is inexperienced, his healing spell usually comes when he is hurt)
Birthdate: Dec.35
Birthplace: Twilight Zone, in Necronopolis
Eyes: Cold Blue
Fur: Brown
Vehicle: Hoverbike: Dreamcatcher, sometimes he drives the car his family gave to him, but not always
Speech: Average, but speaks with Asian words in sentences, rude and arrogant
Nationality: Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Hawailian (25% each)
Family: Kragok (father), Oh-Lula-Le (Mother-Dead), Merlin-Da (grandmother), Luger (grandfather), Moritori Rex (Great-Grandfather), Rykor, Syntar, and Xenin (Remmy's three uncles), Menniker( great Great Grandfather-dead), Dimitri )Great Great Great Grandfather), Lien-Da (Aunt), among others.
Remington was born out of forbidden love. His father fell in with his enemy in the twilight zone, the beautiful white wolf, Oh Lula Le. Both their families disapproved, but they were in love enough that she was pregnant with a child. Unfortunately, she was killed during the birth, making the child premature. No one thought he would survive, but he made it through the night, miraculously.
Remington was named Dimitri after his great great great grandfather. In a way, he was like grandfather Dimitri. He was an intelligent child and skilled in the use of magic which was ironic for the technology loving family who possessed no magical abilities whatsoever. Most of his families took heart that he was different then the other family members. Remmy, in return, got revenge on them plenty of times through use of voodoo and other little tricks. Need I remind you that insanity DOES run in his family? His biggest target being his aunt who wishes to kill him for her own selfish reasons, though the child was too clever for her.
When Remington was 7, he was separated from his family during another war between his kind and Knuckles. He was unconscious in Echidnaopolis an thus, had no recollection of his memories, leaving him an orphaned boy.
He was 10 when Holmes found him stealing his pocket. He was given a choice of jail or joining the EST. Not one for jail, Remington joined the EST and has grew up as an ultimate crime fighter, Holmes gave him the name Remington. During this time, he met with the Emperor Locke (who also lost his child) during Sheriff Holmes' many visits to him. Locke noticed Remington's fighting abilities and trained him in Kung Fu, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Kendo. He even sent him to the Chinese Opera school where he developed more of his acrobatic skills, the same school Knuckles was suppose to go to.
Remington was easily an excellent fighter, almost to the point where he was unbeatable. He was also clever and highly intelligent. Remington questioned his life often and why he could heal himself.
When he was 17, he met Knuckles and the others, as well as the Dark Legions…including his father who he reunited with later, though it nearly cost him his life.
Now with family, he goes along, trying to make sense of his life and find his true destiny…
Remington is an enigma. Unpredictable to boot, you'll never know what he'll do next. Clever, highly intelligent, and no one's playmate. He is unsure of his life and plays it through as best as he can, but there are many times when you feel as though Remington knows more then he lets on. Remington is a hard ass who is also anti social and silent to boot. He does get easily angered and not to mention, he's a tad bit insane. Not so as much as his family since he has enough common sense to keep it in line, but one does wonder just when he will go fully insane…
Sonic
Full Name: Kaze (means "wind") "Sonic" Hedgehog
Age: 17
Height: 4'7
Job: Hero, DJ ( in spare time)
Weapon: His spines
Magic: None
Birthdate: Jun. 23
Birthplace: South Island
Eyes: Green
Fur: Blue
Vechicle: His speed, duh!
Speech: Average
Nationality: Japanese
Family: Jules (father-dead), Bernie (mother-Dead)
Sonic lost his parents when he was 7. He watched them get killed by an unknown force. His parents were friend with Tails' parents, so Sonic was left with a baby Tails, crying. Before all that, Sonic had led a normal childhood life in South Island, but now, he was officially an orphan.
He try to survive with Tails and although it was harsh and hard, the two stuck together like glue and hasn't separated since.
When Sonic was 11, he met Eggman for the first time and fouled his plans to turn all into robots and make the planet a metallic wasteland. Sonic easily defeated him, but Eggman made more plans, such as the Death Egg, which caused Sonic to meet Knuckles, his rival for a time being, Metal Sonic, which brought Amy Rose into his life and his crush until he was 15.
Sonic generally gets along well with others and still saves the world and such, though he IS a bit surprised of Amy and Knuckles relationship, maybe even a tad bit jealous. But as long as Amy is happy, so is he.
Sonic is a cool guy, sometimes showing off and proving he's all that. He follows his own rules and doesn't like to be told what to do because he's his own hedgehog. One to hate boredom he's always running and running! But he has a heart of Gold and will do whatever he can to make sure his friends are safe from harm, even if he does act before thinking.