Chapter 2: A Nightmare from Hell
"Awe, Kurama! You're moving away?" a boy called out as he looked over at Kurama with a pitiful look on his face. He had ebony slicked and greased back hair that went a little past his shoulders with chocolate brown kid-like eyes. He was wearing a black tight shirt that showed his muscular body with a long sleeved white shirt that was unbuttoned. He wore blue-jean boot-cut pants along with tennis shoes.
The sun was barely out and was about to trade places with the moon. The cool breeze filled the air along with the salty sea water. The tide was low for the early morning boat to easily sway on. The boat looked old from the way the moss grew on the wood. The windows were black and dark–just begging to be cleaned.
"Yes, but only for a while, Yusuke. I'm needed down in Izu." He said with a smile to cheer him up. He had received a letter from his grandpa saying that something bad had happened.
"Take care, okay Kurama? And come back soon!" he said with a wave as his friend picked up his luggage and stepped shakily onto the swaying boat.
"I will. Tell everyone good-byes for me and tell them to wish me the best of luck!" he called and waved back to him.
Once the boat had started taking off and he and Yusuke were finished saying their parting good-byes, he started to shove his way through the crowd full of rich and poor people. It had been seven years now–seven long years. He hadn't changed much except his hair had grown longer. He had recently taken up the job as a World History teacher at YamaFugi Junior High–a place full of delinquents. Regardless to that, Kurama had gotten by fine by getting a little feisty every now and then.
For the past couple of days, the skies had grown gray and the nights had started earlier than usual and lasted longer. It wasn't daylight-saving time so it made Kurama curious as to what was happening.
Kurama laid down on his readied up luxury bed, not bothering with his supplies. The room was very basic and not high class. A normal twin bed was up against a small window to peek out of and a night stand was next to it with a lamp on its top. The lights of the bed were dim–very dim. The boy drew a deep long breath, wondering what had been going on in the past few days. But the small light tap from the clock in the corner of the room took his mind away from reality and slowly began to drag him into a deep world of sleep. His eyes flickered a few times as they fought to stay open and awake. In the end, sleep won and took him.
As his eyes closed, an image of a dark figure appeared in front of him. The shadow's fiery red eyes glowed in the dark, along with its ivory sharp fangs that fell over its bottom lip. It had its long nails stretched out and ready to attack its prey. Before he knew it, the shadow jumped at him with a deep demonic and hungry growl.
The boy jerked his eyes open with a small gasp as he sat up hastily. A cold rush of sweat was covering his face and his breathing rate had increased dramatically.
"What in Hell's name was that . . . ?" he thought allowed. Never having dreams such as these before had made him wonder why he was having them now.
The boat gave off a loud how from its whistle to signal that it had docked and was ready for its boarders to get off.
Kurama picked up his belongings and started to walk out. His mind was lingering on what he had dreamed last night. Who was that and why was it in my dreams?