Author's Note: Hello everyone, I see you're reading my story. First off let me say "Thank you". Any kind of review is accepted and encouraged (especially flames, they keep me warm at night). This is an unfinished story and so, it will be uploaded whenever possible, and after at least a reviw has been left(one review per chapter, just to make sure someone is reading...flames included (you keep insulting 'em, I keep makin 'em)).
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No second "Author note" will be added to other chapters apart from this; any and all important notices will be included in this sole note (unless it interferes with the plot, at which point a second AN will be included in the discussed chapter)
Word of notice: I always use italics in dream sequences or to point out a text the character is reading, in which case the text is centered; the "..." are used for thougths and the -...- for dialogue
:EXTRA: Due to thestruggles I've had with Quickedit, there's a constant mistake in the dialogues...for some reason the initial "-" refuses to appear, thus it will be left that way until a correction may be found. Yes, the dialogue could easily be switched from -...- to "...", but I've always worked with the first style and it's almost like my trademark. thus change is both unwanted and unneeded.
Chapter I-Dreams and Images
Today, I die-
The large metallic sphere struck the teenager's side…a brutal pain shot down his spine as he felt every bone in his body shatter and crack. Every organ, every cell, every part of him was in a seemingly endless spiral of pain until suddenly, it stopped.
A scream was heard throughout t the two story house. That same nightmare had been plaguing him for over a month now. He couldn't sleep; he couldn't think; he couldn't even wink without seeing his body getting gored brutally. There was something wrong, not with him, but with the world….and Yumi knew. She and her pals knew something, though he was yet to speak to any of them about the subject, for what if he was just delusional…yet he felt today was the day he'd finally talk to the girl about the situation, for he sensed that many opportunities had already come and gone, though she didn't even know of the nightmares; at least that was his belief.
He was still resting on the bed, his stare fixed on the Motorhead poster that hanged from the ceiling
"This is more than a nightmare…I know it….I can feel myself dying each time…the light at the end of the tunnel? Humph, pure bull….the only thing that exists in that moment is yourself; and nothing else…you don't remember...you don't feel…you just exist….." these thoughts had been roaming around inside him for some time now. Ever since the nightmares began; he felt as if death had embraced him for a short time and then let go. The feeling wasn't pleasant, nor was it painful…it was more of a…loss…a loss of everything…a loss of emotion, a loss of reason…just that….a loss.
-Hurry up!- Yelled Yumi to Odd and Hiroshi, who had begun to run desperately through the hallway towards the exit. The walls were shaking as the large object tore them down with swift swings. It slowly approached the three runners, who tried everything to escape from it. Finally, losing all hope, Hiroshi stopped cold and turned to face the forthcoming sphere
-Today I die-
His eyes opened up again, this time he didn't scream, for he was in the middle of a class.
Hiroshi Nakano Yamabuki- called forth the teacher –are you still alive?-
Slowly, the sleeping student raised his head, but felt the question to be unanswerable for he wasn't even sure; still, just for the sake of it, he replied with a weak "Yes" before resting his head against the desk again.
The teacher continued on with the class, which was ignored completely; he was too busy trying to decipher the nightmares to care about a useless subject. As he turned to observe Yumi, he noticed her talking over the phone. Just after she hanged up, she girl got up and asked for permission to go to the restroom; the teacher refused yet she swiftly ran out of the classroom before anyone could do anything. He winked, holding his eyes closed for a moment. When they opened he saw Yumi seating in her chair once again, as if the past event never happened.
It was a beautiful summer day, but he never was a big fan of summer …he was more of a winter guy…not because of the cold…but because of the extended nights; the least time he had to spend in the sun the best. As he sat up, the light coming from a nearby window reflected against his dark-crimson hair; which was spiked up; well, almost at least. His brown eyes contrasted against his Caucasian skin, much like his black "Ozzy Osbourne" T-shirt did.
"C'mon, focus…they're just illusions…" he said to himself as he stretched out his arms; which, aside from being fairly skinny, held various temporal scars made due to one of his many quirks. At his right wrist, a spiked wristband was visible; while at the palm of his left hand, a 37 was tattooed in gothic font.
He tried to erase the scene, yet his head dropped unto the desk again; he hadn't really slept ever since the nightmares started, so it was a common sight seeing him like that.
A strong crash grabbed Hiro's attention as he saw a young Asian girl, whom he immediately recognized as Yumi, and a short blonde guy, who had his hair spiked up, running towards him. As they reached Hiroshi's spot, Yumi grabbed his arm and pulled him
-C'mon Hiroshi, we've gotta escape-
-Why, was going on…what's that noise?- he said as he resisted the constant tugging
The Building's walls began to shake violently
-Hi, I'm Odd and I think that's the answer you're looking for- interrupted the kid, whose hair had this strange purple streak crossing it vertically
Hiro turned to his side, hoping to see nothing; but to his dismay, he witnessed a large wrecking ball that was breaking in and out of the building's walls.
-Hurry up!- Yelled Yumi to Odd and Hiroshi, who had begun running desperately through the hallway towards the exit.
The bell's ring awoke him. Finally it was lunch time and he was starving, he never ate anything other than a loaf of bread followed by a coffee before going to school; it wasn't as if he couldn't eat something else, it just was that he didn't want to eat anything else. Although he sometimes prepared himself some scrambled eggs, this of course was the vast minority of times
As he approached the mess hall he noticed that Yumi was once again talking with her near-sighted friend. Though he didn't manage to hear the subject of the chatter, he got the sense of importance when the blonde frowned at one of Yumi's comments.
He can't be trusted!- he exclaimed loud enough for it to reach Hiroshi's ears. Yet the reply came in a weaker tone, unable to travel past the multitude.
Both youths kept the conversation for another pair of minutes, until Hiroshi finally decided to step up and confront them about the dreams
Let's see what Odd and Ul…- said the boy before his interruption
I'm sorry for messing up your discussion- stated Hiro coldly –but I need to talk to you Yumi….its important-
I know Hiroshi….but it needs to wait until after class….- she replied, her eyes still fixed on the other boy, who simply scowled the remark
It can't wait….I need to know now-
Hiroshi…trust me like you've done for the past months….meet me in the courtyard after our last class-
Barely managing to subdue his desire to break out, he gave Yumi a stare that signaled acceptance before turning around and heading back towards the classrooms.
Minutes later, as he walked down the hallway, the sight of the purple-dressed blonde kid caught his eye; he was running away from something. Once again, he fought the urge to do something drastic as his mind quickly resolved the reason for the mad sprint
"Another damn illusion"