BH's Notes: I would like to thank Umi fox and Aikakone for their reviews. I just hope I do not disappoint you with this next posting. Mean while I believe I will update this once a week so if gives me time to edit and make sure a few things are in good order. Again I do welcome reviews, flames and other such comments.

Disclaimer: Magic Knights of Rayearth I do not own nor do I take creative claim for such an addictive anime/Manga. All rights are reserved to CLAMP.

In another part of Cephiro a pair of golden eyes looked over the land carefully observing the canvas of imagination painted by the hearts of people. It was breath taking and was never taken for granted by this person that stood there leaning against his over sized cleaver that was considered a sword. The world sighed a perfume breeze that brushed against him softly, his green hair shuffled to the side showing his marks of bravery and hardship. The scars that showed many people a story of a warrior that had faced death many times and came out alive. He eyes reflected a longing for something he desired to reach out and hold on to. "Fuu…" was the only name that crossed his lips as if it would travel over the current of the wind to her.

It seemed there was a connection of thoughts that collided against the rocks spraying them into the dreams of loved ones all over. Like torrents of tidal waves crushing down on the shoulders of what ifs, there stood a mage looking over the oceans of Cephiro. He stood there tall, reflecting a slightly older version of himself. He had changed forms best suited for the next task in hand. It was only a month ago he gotten the visions of the near future of the arrival of the knights. He wasn't sure if he should be elated or worried that they are returning for a new conflict. His brow furrowed as he was in constant battle with the degree of reasoning why they would come back and how? Who would be able to bring them back? Was there unfinished business still?

Back in another world….

It had gotten very late and the snow storm was unrelenting. It seemed the girls didn't care at this point while they were still talking over the past, what ifs and the future.

Hikaru was slightly buzzed and hot from her fifth cup of wassle. Her face was slightly blushing from the talking and rum in her system. She was leaning backwards in her chair in a lazy manner with a lopsided grin. Her eyes looked a little hazy as she listened to friends laugh.

"You know it is strange we want to go back and we would wish it constantly but no luck, but we were able to see the changes."

Fuu stated in a factual manner brushing back her flowing blonde strands that invaded her view back behind her ear. She looked a little pensive for a moment trying to attempt to make hypotheses on why. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders slightly in defeat. She was too tired to think any more and too under the influence to collect her thoughts in her orderly manner.

Umi glanced down at the table surface and looked up. "You know I have dreams. Dreams of us going back and seeing everyone. Sometimes it feels too real, but I don't know if it's really me wanted to be there or not."

She seemed the most sober out of the bunch but then again she was always clubbing on the weekends with her friends and drinking more than them. She was responsible person it was just the only way to escape from other obligations in her life. Like men that were always asking her out on dates. She dreaded the conversation of a guy asking her out on a date. It wasn't the fact they were bad looking or boring, matter of fact most of them were very charming young men. It was just that she had her mind made up that she would wait and tell Clef before she turned twenty fives years of age her feelings. If nothing came of it or was never able to tell him she would move on. But not before that time, so she just focused on her family, friends and school work.

Fuu and Hikaru looked at each other then back at Umi with that knowing smile and nod that followed. She wasn't surprised, ever since the very last battle they were connected by heart and soul. Nothing could ever reverse that and she knew when one of them was hurting or happy. She just knew and vice versa for them as well.

Hikaru yawned slightly and glanced around the place noticing the people that worked here were putting up the chairs and leaned forward slightly raising her wrist reviewing the time. "2:00 AM MY goodness we need to get home. I am sure.. "

"Excuse me Ladies, but the roads are closed off in this area, you may want to stay here for until the morning. I can offer free tea and coffee if you like."

An older man with a polished head bowed respectfully and spoke to the girls who were less than fond of the idea of staying longer. The hung there heads low and sighed softly. Hikaru looked out side through a slightly frosted framed window and saw Umi's over sized vehicle was going to be trapped. She looked at Umi and Fuu for just a brief moment then swung her head around with a new founded energy and soberness in her exhausted body. "Sure! Might as well stay a little longer, I mean after all who can pass up free coffee?"

The girls shook their head and just smiled warmly as the decision. They just slumped over and yawned slightly, the owner of the establishment just opened the door slightly to view the damage the storm had done thus far. The wind slipped passed him and brushed against the girls giving them a cold chill.

"Fuu….."

Fuu just jerked her head around her brow creasing in frustration. "Ferio?" she asked in a shocked voice but not seeing anyone there.

"Fuu? Are you alright?" Umi asked looking a little startled by her friends sudden outburst.

"I .. I .. could have sworn I heard.." she paused and relayed the information in her head. "Maybe it was just the wind?" Umi reached over and patted her hand tenderly before turning around seeing Hikaru glance around also confused.

"Please forgive my outburst I guess I should get something sooth for my system."

Again the politeness dripped out her with a warm glow.

"I think you are right Fuu, I think you did hear something. Cause I am getting a really odd feeling of déjà vu." Hikaru just stammered out as she stood up and stretched and looked around carefully.

"Or maybe you have been drinking too much?" Umi commented with a raised slender brow. Hikaru smirked and stuck her tongue out at her playfully. "Maybe.. but still it's a gut feeling."

It was almost 5 AM now and Umi was napping on a sofa while Hikaru was drifting asleep and Fuu was already there with her head nuzzled into the folds of her arms on the table. If anything they would regret the position later when they woke up. If they ever wake up.

"Hikaru! Fuu! Where? What happened?"

Umi was caught up in a dream where everything around them was alien to her. She was in a stone build with elaborate cravings telling a story. And stain glass windows that spilled over the cold stone floors with warm of lavish colors. Umi was completely confused on what was going on. She looked around walking faster hoping to find some answer to her dream and right before her was a tall man standing before her. She looked up to him startled as she took a few steps back.

"Umi! You are already here?"

The mescaline voice echoed through the archway of the stone structured. It sounded like someone she knew very well, but the voice did not match the body. She took a few more steps back and covered her mouth in shock.

"Umi, it's me! Clef, don't back up any more!"

The voice was alarmed and the body was trying to reach out.

She couldn't help it she took another step before she felt her body falling hard. She screamed out feeling something soft catch her before she blacked out.

Hikaru felt like she was on a roller coaster every time she tried to close her eyes. It was the alcohol in her system playing havoc with her senses. She finally closed her eyes felt someone better and as she was drifting in a deeper sleep she felt fire around her. She opened eyes slightly like a cat just checking the area out ever so often to in sure safety. In her view she saw someone towering over her then kneeling down. All she could do was watch for some reason she wasn't able to move until she heard the voice.

"Hikaru, are you…"

Before the voice could finish the question she felt her self falling again, but floating down some where warm and firm. She did not open her eyes thinking it was only a dream under influence of the drinks she had. Knowing full well if she did wake up she would regret it feeling a large hammer inside her head and cotton mouth syndrome.