Chapter 2: The Memory of Light
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…That Night: Tohru's Room…
Tohru squirmed fitfully in her sleep; her closed lids convulsed with violent REM as her lips formed fervent, muted words to the nameless demons of her dreams.
…Tohru's Dream…
"Tohru— Tohru—!"
"Mom— mom is that you!" Help me mom I can't see!"
Tohru reached out in panic—surrounded by a dark cacophony of unfamiliar voices, screaming in a vicious whirlwind – "MOM—WHERE ARE YOU-?- MOM!"
She was suffocating—drowning in a pool of liquid led – her flailing arms reaching helplessly into the abyss – "HELP ME…!" she cried desperately
then went under for the last time.
…Kyo's Bedroom (during the beginning of Tohru's dream)…
Kyo yawned wide as he paced back and forth between his desk and the hammock he had hung in the corner (he liked sleeping in high places). He had been staring at this stupid book for hours and still couldn't make any sense of the bizarre language inscribed on its pages. Sighing, Kyo snapped the manuscript shut and kneeled by the lose floorboard hidden under a "liberated" doormat that read 'Authorized Personnel Only'. Kyo smiled at his ironic inside joke as he pushed the doormat aside and pried off the board that concealed all the personal treasures that Shigure would sacrifice an appendage to get his hands on. Sliding the book between his childhood journals and a deteriorating stuffed bear, Kyo reached into his pocket for the encased locket, but stopped before wedging it under the box of old photos. Rubbing his thumb along it smooth edges, Kyo cracked open the tiny latch and pulled out the delicate chain anchored by the breathtaking locket. He gazed at it spinning from side to side, catching the light of the moon outside and refracting it across Kyo's face in dappled luminosity. It was perfect. He placed it in his pocket for later examination and reaching over his head peeled the dust-covered shirt over his head. Aiming his shirt like a Frisbee, Kyo tossed it out his bedroom door at the head of the approaching Yuki (who was walking down the hall to his room and was way too tired to retaliate). Yuki ducked easily (as Kyo knew he would) and the shirt veered past him, through the slightly ajar rice-paper divider and into the laundry room. Perfect shot. Kyo raised a finger pistol to his lips and blew imaginary smoke from the barrel. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, Kyo bounded backwards into his hammock. He had found the ideal gift for Tohru's birthday and in just four more days he would give it to her along with the long-anticipated confession of his feelings. There was nothing in the world that could ruin his good mood.
…Tohru's Dream…
… "hello...?" the spinning began to slow around Tohru and gradually came to a stop. The stark contrast between the prior, head-splitting chaos and the deathly silence of this tomb- this horrible place- was almost unbearable. She reached out her hands into the darkness until they met a cold, marble-like surface… a wall. Unsure of what else to do, Tohru placed her hand against the wall and cautiously began following it through the long and winding corridors of shadows…
Then a sound sliced through the silence, making Tohru spasm with fright. Regaining her balance, she listened intently and recognized that forlorn, echoing sound— it was the sound of someone crying. Keeping her hand pressed against the wall, Tohru ran toward the source of the tragic sobs- her lonely footsteps mingled with weeping. Suddenly- she could no longer feel the security of the wall beneath her fingertips. Coming to an abrupt stop, she ran her hands along the void's marble threshold—
it was a door.
…Kyo's Bedroom …
Kyo was still basking when he heard Tohru's scream.
Bounding out of his hammock, without a thought for his bare chest or Tony-the-Tiger pajama bottoms, Kyo flew down the hall to Tohru's room. The scene that greeted Kyo when he burst through her door stopped time, cementing his legs and his lungs in place. Tohru was sprawled across the wooden floor of her bedroom— her white bed-sheet twisted halfway around her shivering body. Another moan escaped her pale lips, and the world came rushing back… He slid down on his knees as he approached her vulnerable figure, his momentum flinging the sliver locket from his pocket and into the jumble that was Tohru's body. His arms wrapped around her limp body and he laid her head against his chest. That's when he saw it…. The blood trickling from the edge of Tohru's mouth 'oh God NO! PLEASE NO!' Kyo shook her desperately "Tohru! Tohru— WAKE UP TOHRU!" you can't go, not now, not without you ever knowing… Kyo's cries brought semi-conscious Yuki, followed closely by Shigure to Tohru's room.
"You've done it this time you STUPID CA—!" Yuki stopped short when he slammed the sliding door open. "WH- WHAT DID YOU DO!" Yuki roared, horrified.
"he-help me s-she won't wake up…"
"Now, now, you two, I must insist you put an end to this lat night flirta-" but words died on Shigure's lips as he entered the doorway to Tohru's room.
! "KYO—YOU'RE NOT TRANSFORMING!" !
…Tohru's Dream…
Tohru stepped through the gap in the secure, marble wall. The yawning cavern was damp and its vastness so overwhelming and it darkness so constricting it made Tohru feel claustrophobic. The cautious slapping of her shoes on the limestone floor resonated through her whole body but she forced her ears to stay trained on any lingering hint of the cries that had guided her to this godforsaken place. Without warning,- the ground began to rumble beneath her feet and the sound of rock dragged against rock screamed in her ears. Her knees hit stone as she fell to the floor but wrapping her arms around her head did nothing to drown out that last unspeakable sound, …the sound of vault being sealed.
…
…Back to reality (oops, there goes gravity sorry I'm a hopeless Eminem fanatic)…
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Kyo was speechless which might be a sign of the apocalypse his crimson eyes darted wildly from his cousins then back to the lifeless girl in his arms. Then, shaking his head, he shouted, "That doesn't matter now— she's bleeding, TOHRU IS BLEEDING!"
"Give her to me." Yuki commanded.
Kyo almost objected but bit his lip and passed her inert body into Yuki's waiting arms— his worry for Tohru overpowered everything- even his hatred for that dammed rat.
Yuki held Tohru to him "Come on, quickly—! Move it, cat!" Yuki rushed out the door and down the hallway towards the bathroom. As worried as he was over his beloved Tohru, he couldn't bear to let the others see him blushing at their unfortunate embrace.
Kyo realized what Yuki was planning to do and ran ahead to turn on the shower. Shigure finally snapped out of his trance and walked rapidly beside Yuki, spotting the prince's grasp on his sleeping beauty.
…Tohru's Dream…
"hello—! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME!"
…anybody?…as the last echoes of Tohru's final timid whisper died in the darkness, she was answered by the same disembodied sobs that had lead her, like breadcrumbs, to this gingerbread coffin. Sensing a faint glow interrupting the oppressive darkness, Tohru spun around and across the leagues of black waves, she glimpsed a tiny, sputtering beacon of light. Truthfully, that heroic flare was not light but more accurately the aftertaste of light. Like the spots of luminosity that float before your eyes after the glare of a camera flash lashes across your pupils, Tohru's great hope was merely the afterthought of something that once knew the sun. Yet, a memory is something miraculous to those who are forgotten and Tohru rushed toward her fellow castaway. Wading through the shadows toward her smoldering beacon, the weeping became louder around her until the mournful dirge enveloped her completely. Tohru knew that whatever was emitting the light had to be the source of the despondent elegy as well. As she drew closer to the source, its form became more defined she realized – it was a child. The tiny child was cowering in a corner of this unbounded chamber, and Tohru wondered, horrified, how long he had been imprisoned here, isolated from everything but the seething dark. She could not she the child's face, but he was wearing boy's clothes. He hid himself in this obscure corner of the world, his legs pressed to his chest and embraced by his arms, his face buried in his knees. Drawing to within arm's reach, Tohru hesitated, not wanting to scare the boy anymore that need be; she kneeled until she was eye level with the miserable figure. As Tohru drew closer towards the boy his cries became less intense and his outline, more defined. His sobbing was now reduced to a low moaning interspersed with the hiccups and irregular breathing that conclude the tantrums every 5-year-old. Finally, Tohru ventured to speak to the child,
"Shhhh…it's ok now, you don't have to be afraid anymore, I'm here and you won't have to face this alone anymore…I promise…"
The boy didn't say anything for a long time so Tohru waited until his breathing became more regular and his hiccups finally subsided.
"shhh…it's ok, I' m here, my name is Tohru Honda and I'm here with you now,…what is your name?"
Tohru waited but instead of answering her the boy slowly raised his head to look Tohru in the face.
She gasped when she saw his shinning features. The nameless boy in the corner …was Yuki!
"yuki…" she breathed. This couldn't be the boy in front of her could be no older than five or six…but those eyes – those viciously intense violet eyes that told of a sadness that Tohru could taste. This was Yuki - eyes like that existed nowhere else in the world… Then, the memory of Yuki spoke, in a voice that was older than the sadness that flowed from his eyes…
"Only . You . Can . Save . Us . Tohru . Honda . – Only You."
"Wha— I mean, I don't understand save you from what—?"
"Look for the night when the moon bears petals-
when the prince and the pauper find their queen—
once the beast and the soul become one from three—
and the delicate moonflower turns seventeen—."
"THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!"
"Yuki wait— Yuki…!"
Once Yuki's final words were spoken, a blinding flash of light burst from his eyes and plunged into Tohru, submerging her in brilliance.
Muhahaha...! what will happen next? will freza trimph over the mighty Goku? will there be diolouge that transcends grunting and screaming? will you have to stay tuned to the next 23 exciting episodes of DRAGONBALL Z to find out?the answers are yes no and yes if you happen to hate retorical questions!
oh...wait, sorry... wrong que cards... ok grins found them:
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