Chapter 3 : Confessions…
Tokiya woke up with a start. The dream, a product of his subconscious still haunted his conscious being.
A few moments ago…in his dream…
He could see himself, as a child running along the white sandy shores, chasing after the most important person in his life, Mifuyu. Their laughter rang through the air as the sun began to set beyond the horizon. It was a memory. A memory of happier days; days when Mifuyu was alive and days when he was young and carefree. This was the memory which flashed before his teenaged eyes. He stood there silently in a shadowed corner watching, watching silently as the events unfolded before his eyes. Though hidden and unnoticed, he reveled in the emotion that overflowed from the scene. The emotion that had remained, and still is, just out of his reach for the past 9 years. Joy. He began to feel what the child in the memory was feeling as the heavy spell on his heart was lifted and peace overcame him.
However just as he was beginning to feel lightheaded, there was an abrupt change in the weather, a change for the worse. The skies clouded over with dark gray clouds just swirling with readiness to let loose a violent storm. The brief flashes of lightning and to occasional claps of resounding thunder became more constant and turned more threatening. The young child in the memory began to cry. Unable to comprehend the intensity of the nature's actions the tears just spilled onto his face in a never-ending stream that seemed to grow heavier as the seconds ticked by. Nonetheless he was not alone in his sorrow, Mother Nature sensing his discomfort, poured forth her thunderstorm and let loose a raging tyrant in the sky. The heavy raindrops pelted relentlessly on his small frame, soaking his clothes thoroughly. His pitiful garb made a pathetic attempt of keeping the child warm but failed miserably. There he stood shivering in the rain, tears lost in the rain, the bodily fluid saturated in salt mingled with the fresh rain water only to be diluted to such an extent it could be mistaken for just another raindrop. It was then that the child stopped crying realising with the mind of an adult the symbolism of it all. His tears and the rain drops. The raindrops were like a blanket which covered the tears, like a blanket that masked the truth on the surface from the onlooker. However as the tears and the raindrops merged, the tears were lost forever as its chemical make up was changed by the sheer concentration of the raindrops. It dawned upon him that he was the tears, unique and different, in a certain way, special. However society always had a way of making you change and bend to their collective will absorbing your individuality and making you ordinary and as time went by, the more you lost of yourself and the more you became like them. Yet as quickly as the child had gained his wisdom, he could not, or rather did not know, how to utilise it.
The frustration built up within him and the storm had in no degree lessened, instead the storm became more than just a storm, together with the coming of the storm was a tsunami of emotions. Gone were the feelings of peace and happiness, these were overtaken by feelings of dread and all that was dark. They began leaching into his soul tainting it black. The long spindly fingers of darkness began to reach out for his soul as though to claim it as their own. As the darkness drew nearer, fear and uncertainty flooded his senses. It was more than the child could bear. Needless to say, whatever the child felt, the watcher would feel too, the only difference would be the intensity of the emotion. When it was happiness, the watcher could only bask in the radiance of the scene before him. However, the emotions that flowed through the thread that connected them this time threatened to overwhelm him. To the watcher, he was feeling the negative emotions tenfold, at least. Although he had daily experience with such feelings, experiencing them tenfold drove him to near breaking point. His mouth flew open in a silent scream. The realisation hit him like a brick wall. He could not speak, he was deprived of sound and relief, there was no outlet for the intense emotions that flowed through him. He could not even call for help, he had to suffer alone. Mirroring the child in the memory, he began to cry. The child in the image before him burst once again into tears howling for comfort as the impure emotions threatened to engulf him and silence his pure soul. As for the watcher, he knew that howling would do him no good so the tears merely slipped unheeded down his cheeks and dropped to the floor unseen and unnoticed.
The watcher watched on silently to see what would happen next but the next scene only brought more tears to his eyes. Tears of happiness for the child, tears which later dimmed into despair for this was what he saw.
As the child bawled in the rain, tears mixing with the water which fell from the heavens. Mifuyu, his beloved sister, ran to his side to comfort him. As though it was really happening visually, the light which emanated from his late sister chased away the darkness that surrounded the child. He could once again feel from a distance the peace that radiated form her, the security and warmth of her embrace. But it did little to comfort him. The scene only proved to a further extent of how his soul was damned especially now when his source of comfort was taken away form him. Deep within him the knowledge that if he did not find anyone to save him, the darkness would devour him and he would be lost forever. He cried, like he had never cried before in the past 9 long lonely years.
He was close, oh how close he was to giving up hope, to giving up that last bit of spirit he had left, so intense was his fear that it clouded his senses preventing him from exuding his usual awareness of his surroundings until…..
The watcher felt a familiar warmth radiating from a distance, suddenly he was pulled into a tight embrace. Immediately the darkness that hovered around him dispelled. The tenseness in his muscles began to relax as he melted into the embrace reveling in the warmth that surrounded him now instead of the darkness. Though his tears continued to flow, but they were tears of relief. Relief that caused him to feel light again. He turned to acknowledge the bring-er of his salvation. He turned and looked up to utter his thanks in a coarse whisper, "Thank you, Mifu…," their gazes locked, it was not Mifuyu.
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Author's ramblings:
Ok..i've heard the complaints…this is a pretty short chapter but I'm facing a writer's block…and it does have such a nice cliff-hanging I just couldn't waste it…do forgive me…
The next chapter will be a part 2 toConfessions…I'm terribly sorri for the inconvenience caused and I'm sorri all disappointed fans….not like I have any but that's that…do try to catch the next chap…same time same channel! Toodles!!