When Dreams Come True

…Because medicine doesn't heal

And doctors can't tell

If better I' to feel

And when I'm to get well.

Chapter eleven – For You (Do I Desire?)

"Bye!"

Misao waved back to the innkeeper as the two walked off. Yesterday had been such a weird day. He met up with Kamatari who tried to tech him about emotions, and then Misao tells him that he went to China and hasn't returned since! What! But it was nice to see Kamatari even if he was a pigment of his imagination.

Wait…huh?

"She was nice wasn't she?"

Soujiro nodded. It was funny really, every time Misao spoke now, he listened as carefully as he could. He wanted to catch every sentence and every word she said.

"Yes she was."

Soujiro wanted to ask Misao something, but he didn't know how to say it. He looked a little concerned and Misao noticed.

"Are you ok?"

"Wha?"

"I asked you if you're ok. You look a little under the weather."

Soujiro blinked a few times before chuckling, "I'm feeling just fine Misao, how about you?"

Misao got a little ticked off, "I WAS'T ASKING YOU HOW YOU WERE! I WAS ASKING…," Misao realized what she was saying and noticed it was going to end stupid, "I mean, "I asked it because you look like you're worrying about something."

How true.

"No, I'm feeling fine," Soujiro began, finally knowing the words now, "Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded while he continued, "What's it like to love someone?"

She looked up and then down as if she were thinking hard for a moment, "Um, well…," Maybe she didn't know how to explain it either, like Kamatari, "I guess you just always think of them."

Soujiro just stared ahead, not being able to think.

Don't deny it.

But…

"Wait!" Misao started up again, "I guess it's knowing that you've opened your heart to someone else, and they've permanently latched a place into your mind. Like, they mean so much to you, their own feelings come before yours. Kind of like doing anything for them just to see them be happy…smiling."

That made him feel so much better. He didn't know why, but all he knew was that the sun seemed brighter, the air seemed fresher, and the grass seemed greener all around.

Maybe it was because he actually knew what love was.

Now all of those times when he saw Ms. Yumi and Mr. Shishio being together, yup, it was love. And when he would see people walking through the crowd holding hands, NOW he knew what it was.

But did he love anyone?

He couldn't think of anybody at the moment. He liked it when everybody smiled. Did that mean he loved everybody, because that seemed kind of off. He thought it was only one person who claimed that certain spot in your heart.

You can't make it so literal, that's why you don't understand.

What?

Think for a sec, in your entire life, you've always needed an explanation for whatever. This is just another one of those things…

But…

I don't even know if you are able to love someone if you can't understand the emotion it takes to do so…How would you feel if the person who loved you didn't even know they did!

I would…

Never mind…I guess…I guess all I can say is that try thinking with your heart instead of your brain for once. LET your heart get in the way of your thoughts… Let the purity of love take over you, consume you. You can fear it, but you out of all people cannot run from it.

…

Bye.

Wait…what just happened?

What was that voice!

"Hey, Sou? Are you ok?" Misao asked, apparently Soujiro had stopped walking. He looked up. For some reason, she looked better…a lot better.

"I'm fine."

He caught up and went along walking with Misao until his mind went a ticking again.

But even if he did, you know, felt the way the inner voice suggested, well, Misao wouldn't be having such a great time as he was probably. If he did though, he wasn't saying anything. He knew that he felt something different towards Misao, but was it really the L word? He doubted it.

And plus, she loved Mr. Shinomori. There was no room for another in a relationship already, no matter how much he sometimes wished there was.

'You're worthless Soujiro.'

He always wished there was room for him inside some sort of family. Even if he coul make his own, he would. But he had learned from experience, wishes weren't granted and dreams didn't come true.

If only they did. They simplicity of it all was so amazing, yet even the most intelligent people couldn't explain it. Even describing things such as Heaven and Hell seemed simpler than it. But Soujiro had learned that life was really, really confusing, and no little saying can choose otherwise.

But Misao always seemed to put his mind at ease.

So he made a vow. He would always stay strong for Misao, because in her eyes, he saw a believer.

And that's exactly what Soujiro needed.

But he admitted to himself, if he could soar off into the stars, he would take Misao with him.

But…she would never be happy, no matter how much he hurt to say it, because Aoshi was hers. Soujiro didn't belong in that family.

Was that love?

I thought I felt the warmth

Which the brilliant sun had sewn.

But it turned out I was completely wrong.

I was all alone.

But you don't deserve this,

Because your heart and soul are true.

So even if the sun won't shine for me,

I hope it will for you.

It was the next day already. By the time Soujiro had woken, Misao had already left. Soujiro knocked on the door, "Misao? Misao, are you in there?"

No answer.

"Misao?"

Nope.

"Misao, please answer me!"

By this time, Soujiro had realized that Misao really wasn't there. He went downstairs to the innkeeper and asked if Misao had passed by. The keeper nodded and pointed out the door, then Soujiro followed.

He had no idea where to look. One step out the door and he was completely lost. Right? Left? She could've gone anywhere.

He began walking in some direction. After a while, he began to notice his surroundings began to turn less city-like. There were more trees around, he assumed he was in the country. He decided he would walk for a little while longer, he was starting to like his surroundings.

He was starting to get the point t that Misao could get lost easily. Or he could lose her easily. Maybe, it was his fault?

Too many 'maybes' in your vocabulary you know?

It was that damn confusing voice again, 'What do you want?' Soujiro asked in his mind, worried that if he asked it out loud, people would start to question his sanity.

I'm your conscience.

'No you're not.'

Oh yes I am.

'If you were, I wouldn't actually be hearing you. I would just be feeling bad if I did something wrong or something like that.'

Damn. How about guardian angel?

'You wouldn't be communicating with me…'

You know what? Just shut up for a moment. I'm trying to help you out in case you didn't notice.

Soujiro looked down, 'But I'm trying to do it on my own…'

Shut up and pay more attention to where you're walking.

What?

WHAM.

"Sou! Are you ok!" I guess Soujiro ran into another tree. Maybe he has a thing with running into things… But maybe that meant he was getting better because he was less aware of his surroundings like how samurai always had to keep up their guard.

"I'm…I'm alright Misao…"

Misao ran up and smacked her hand to her face, "Aw Sou, you need to pay more attention to where you're walking. One day you might walk off a cliff."

Soujiro stood up while rubbing his head, "I was looking for you Misao! How come you decided to walk off without me?"

An awkward smile formed on Misao's face, "Uh, well you see, …I LEFT A NOTE!"

Soujiro chuckled while Misao fumed knowing Soujiro had caught her. While she was staring at the ground, trying to cool off, Soujiro patted his hand on her head, "It's alright Misao, you can keep your secrets."

Misao looked up with a confused face for a moment until her eyes lit up for a moment as if something clicked under all that hair.

"Thanks Sou."

Soujiro smiled and they began walking to whatever city was in front of them. Now he realized and believed sun was brighter, the air was fresher, and the grass was greener all around. Maybe he didn't need a believer, maybe he was one. And that was kind of cool because for the first time in his life he didn't need to rely on someone else to save him, "So what were you doing anyways?"

Misao twitched, "Hey! You told me I didn't have to say!"

"Ok, ok, you win."

But it couldn't hurt to have help.

"So where to next, Sou?"

Soujiro shrugged, "Well, where do you want to go?" Misao shrugged. Soujiro suggested something else, "How about we just head in the direction we're going?"

Misao nodded and smiled, "Well then hurry up then! Let's get going!"

She grabbed his hand and she began running. Soujiro had no idea why Misao liked running everywhere, but he was beginning to like to simply because Misao would always take his hands in hers.

He wondered if liking it when someone held his hand was love. It seemed kind of silly but he really enjoyed the company. Or maybe that was it?

But as the inner voice he had heard said, there were too many 'maybes' in his vocabulary. He just had to wait to find out if he felt what he thought he felt. Until then, it was nice to have such wonderful company on such a long journey. Such a long, lonely journey.

Little did Soujrio know, the direction they were walking in led to town he had once been in years passed. It was a dying town, with a poor reputation. Blood stained and cold, the wind blew through that town every day quickly so it wouldn't have to stay too long. It's said that the town is haunted too, that the corpses moan every night begging to be freed from their rotting coffins.

But the most frightening thing of that town is the hill in the graveyard. The monument of the family who had all died in previous years. The story goes of a murderer who came to that city and killed every last one of them. Bandaged up, the murderer stole away the youngest child, which was adopted by the family so he could kill it off later.

With a grudge, they were buried, and their souls never truly departed. Always hoping they could get revenge on how they were cheated from their life. Always awaiting the one who turned them over to the Grim Reaper by a single sword. Waiting for the killer…

…Waiting for Soujiro.

But he didn't know this now, all he knew was he was walking west into the setting sun with Misao. The only person he needed to be happy.

But sadly, he didn't know this either. The only other thing he knew was that for some strange reason, he was really wishing he didn't follow Mr. Shishio all those years ago. Something was calling him, and it didn't have a nice voice.

End.

Yeah, I know it was a short chapter but I was kind of upset that Anithene, Somnus, and EndHope don't review my chapters anymore. They, along with my other reviewers, inspire me to write more and more and more.

I guess I'll wait for them to review again so I won't do anything weird. I'll update when they check up on my fic.

And yes! The poem was made by me along with the opening poems and the others soon to come. Um…just in case you were wondering…

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