One Week Earlier
Help me....
Please....
Help....
Sanzo....
Violet eyes opened slowly, and the blond frowned at the darkness which met them. It was quite early, still several more hours before his alarm was meant to go off. With a sigh, the young man turned onto his back and looked up at his ceiling. Not that he actually noticed, his mind caught somewhere else.
The voice in his mind, it was so familiar. The identity was at the front of his mind, yet dancing away just before he could grasp it. A voice which called him, more frequently over the last few weeks, slowly driving him crazy. It could of just been some strange, reoccurring dream. But something about that didn't seem right, and it was like slow torture, not understanding. Who was calling him? And why?
He was losing too much sleep over it. Many times, like tonight, he would get caught up in his thoughts and it would be impossible to fall back asleep. Which was frustrating in itself, considering his finals were coming up soon. He'd been attending Tokyo University for three years now, and almost had a degree in civil law. Once he was finished, in two months, he could achieve his dream career as a defense attorney.
If his grades didn't stop slipping. He was become more tired and distracted with each day that went by, finding it difficult to concentrate on his school work. Just two weeks ago, he had been the top of the class. Now he held third place. Still good, but not good enough to work for any of the highest ranked law firms. And Sanzo was not one to do anything half-assed. He'd set this goal for himself many years ago, and didn't want to fail now that he was so close to achieving it.
He had worked hard his entire life. Although his parents were very supportive, Sanzo craved independence. As long as he could remember, he'd always stood on his own two feet, and dealt with every problem that came along by himself. He had worked all through junior and high school, just so he would be able to support himself through University. His parents had offered to help out with fees and rent, of course, but Sanzo had spent the money they'd given him on a vacation to Hawaii, which he'd presented to them at his mother's next birthday.
He had enough of his own to cover his costs, had made sure of it. He'd also made certain that his grades were the highest he could keep them. It didn't allow much of a social life, but he didn't mind. He was just the type that preferred to be alone most of the time. He liked the quiet, to be free to do what he wanted.
And what he wanted to was be the best at whatever he did.
But this dream... if it even was a dream. There was no picture that came with it, just that yearning tone, calling for him again and again....