Eyes of Aquamarines

"Kisara, Kisara..." the name echoed in his head. Images of a white dragon twirled and whipped around in his mind. He sprang up in his bed, sweat covered and gasping of breath. The cool air from the open window relaxed and refreshed him. Still panting, he lied back on his pillow, while trying to get the last few images out of his mind.

Yet as they vanished, he longed for them, his mind playing such a cruel trick upon him.

None to his surprise, he lied in bed wide-eyed. The silky exterior of the sheets brushed against his sweat covered cheek. The moon was low in the night sky, the gleam it was giving off, so minuscule, that it gave an even eerier appearance to the room. Yet unrenowned to him the sun was a mere minute away from rising.

However, this happening was not the first, ever since his duel with Ishizu; this was the scene night after night. Yet the images varied from time to time. Sometimes they where of the dragon, but most of his dreams where filled with images of a pale girl, apparently in her late teens, her hair the color of an aquamarine, with eyes of the same color glistening in the light of a full moon, and then, just like this time, he'd awaken.

As the sun rose, he got up out of bed. After changing into his normal attire, he walked down to Domino Park. As he trudged through the 12" of snow left in the night, he started to think about his dream and the possibilities of what it could mean.