Note: Eek! @_@ I made you guys wait for SOO long and I'm sorry! ^^; I've been lazy to be honest, but I promise I won't be! Pinky swear!!!!!!!!! o Anyways, we last left off from chapter one....introducing some new characters, one of them who happens to be the cute daughter of Eriol and Tomoyo! We last left off with Tomoyo getting a phone call from soneone who threatened her...eep! And she collapses in shock...could Jiro be really STILL alive? o.O
Chapter 2 - The dream
When she was young, she learned not to talk to strangers while walking home from school and was taught not to answer the phone when she was home alone. When she was young, she was taught to walk with a friend, not alone or to take safe routes home. But all the time, she broke those rules, yet she survived. However... now she wished she had taken time to listen to what her mother said about 'not answering the phone' unless told to do so by a parent nearby.
She opened her eyes.
"Tomoyo? Are you all right?" She heard her name being called. She was back to where she was, but only she found herself lying on the sofa in the living room with many pairs of eyes focused on her. She landed her soft, azure eyes on her husband, through the round glasses he wore since he was a child.
"I'm fine," she replied softly. Using her arms as a lever, with the help of her husband, Tomoyo sat up slowly from the sofa and turned to face them, so that she was not really sitting on the couch. The first thing she noticed and felt was her daughter clinging her arms around her and crying.
"Okasan! I thought something happened to you! I thought you had a heart attack! I thought-" Akina's whimpering stopped, when her mother placed a single kiss on top of her head and hushed her gently with a loving embrace.
"Daijoubu, Akina...." Tomoyo whispered.
Akina looked into her mother's eyes and frowned, not sure if she should believe her at that moment, but the look in her mother's eyes changed her mind. "What happened, okasan? Why did you collapse?"
Tomoyo looked up at her husband and smiled, nodding her head as if telling him something.
Eriol, from his spot on the couch, stood up and placed two large hands on Akina's shoulders and smiled, wiping away the tears that formed in her eyes. "Akina, your mother will be just fine. It's nine o'clock now and you have school tomorrow, so I want you to go to bed. Nakuru will take Cedrik home, ne?" He glanced at Nakuru and Cedrik, who was glancing from Tomoyo to Eriol and back again. Nakuru nodded obediently and placed a hand on the little boy's shoulder.
"Come now, Cedrik," she said.
Cedrik looked up at the tall, lavender haired woman and nodded. He gave Akina a small wave of good bye and said, "See ya tomorrow, Akina!" before joining Nakuru out the door. Akina hesitated for a moment, glancing at her parents before Eriol summoned Spinel Sun to take Akina to bed. The dark haired girl frowned, wanting to stay with her mother, but went upstairs anyway, curiosity still etched in her mind.
When they were finally alone, Eriol looked at Tomoyo and wrapped his arms around her tiny body. "What happened? Who was that?"
Tomoyo took a long deep breath and buried her face into her husband's chest. "It was him, Eriol. Jiro..."
The dark haired man's eyes turned into thin slits. "That's impossible, he's dead."
"He's not dead... I can recognize his voice... I know his voice!" Tears streamed down her face. She began to weep. "He threatened me! He's going to hurt Akina! He's going to hurt Akina to get to us! I won't let him! I won't..." she swallowed hard and could no longer continue speaking. She buried her face deeper into her husband's chest and wept.
"Shhhh, it's all right now. Akina's safe, no one will harm her. If anyone dares to hurt my family, he has to answer to me first," Eriol said, rubbing her back lovingly.
Before Tomoyo could utter a reply, the sound of the phone echoed in the living room. Both husband and wife jerked their heads at the phone on the table beside the couch and listened to it ring a third time, before Eriol reached for it with his long arms. He pressed the phone into his ear and said, "Moshi, moshi..." He waited for a few seconds, until a familiar voice caught his ear.
"Oh, I see that your wife has told you my message," the voice replied.
Eriol's eyebrows furrowed. He could feel Tomoyo moving closer beside him and could feel her face pressed up against his to listen in on the conversation. "Who are you? Were you the one who threatened my family about something?" He felt his anger rising. How dare this man threaten his family, scaring his wife like that?
"How could you not recognize the sound of my voice, Eriol? Surely, you should be used to it by now." Tomoyo gasped noiselessly beside Eriol as she heard these words from the other line.
Eriol could feel sweat pouring at the sides of his face. He gripped his hand tightly around the cord and gritted his teeth. This was impossible! He is dead! He can't be alive....could he? "How do you know my name? If it's me you want, then let me know, but leave my family out of this!"
There was an evil laugh that followed after Eriol replied, before the man said, "Who said I wanted you?"
He heard the 'click?' and a long beep on the other line. Eriol blankly glanced at the phone, then slowly put the phone back on its reciever. He turned his head towards Tomoyo, whose eyes looked as if they were going to come out of her socket. More tears streamed down her ageing face. Eriol wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for an embrace. "No, no, don't cry..." he whispered. "I fought him before and beaten him twice...I can do it again. I said I would protect our family and that is what I'm going to do even if it's for the rest of my life."
Tomoyo closed her eyes, resting her face on his shoulder. "You're not going to fight this alone. I want to fight alongside you... You're not the only one who wants to protect our family. That's what marriage vows are for." She looked up and stared into his eyes, telling him that she was serious about this.
Eriol understood and nodded.
"She's in bed now..." A voice said in the darkness. He had heard everything from where he floated at the top of the stairs. Spinel Sun flew back downstairs and joined the couple who had broken away from their embrace to look at him. "Eriol-sama....Tomoyo-san, I vow to protect your family as well. Though I was created to protect Eriol-sama, my mind has made up to protect his family." He glanced at Eriol. "If you have no objections, master..."
His master shook his head. "No, I do not. I'm sure Nakuru would have said the same thing as well."
"I believe so," the small, black cat spoke, flying on top of Eriol's right shoulder.
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"Jesse! Dinner!" At the sound of his mother's voice, Jesse put the phone back down and stood up.
"What did I just do?" he said to himself silently.
You just did a good thing.
Ignoring the voice for one, he made his way to the door and out the kitchen where his mother had finished putting all the plates on the table, full of the food she had cooked. Quietly, he sat down opposite of where his mother sat and began eating without even taking a glance at his mother. "So, how does it taste?" His mother suddenly asked.
The dark haired boy shrugged. "It's fine," he replied, taking another bite of his food.
Victoria sighed, taking a swift glance at her son and examining him for a few seconds. He had grown quite handsome, she noted. Although she has raised him for fifteen years now, there was still something she didn't understand about him. For a boy whom she found in the rubble of a house that was set on fire, he seemed healthy, but she's afraid that part of the smoke from the fire could have 'singed' some of his brain cells, making him act quiet, aloof and unsociable. During his early years of childhood, she had taken him to the doctor about a dozen times, making sure that nothing was wrong with him. When the doctor assured her that he was 'normal,' she took him home and cared for him until he was able to walk, eat, sleep and bathe for himself. However, Victoria was still unsatisfied with the results the doctor had given her. She was still doubtful about her son's 'growth.'
"Is something wrong?" Victoria looked up from her food and glanced at her son. He was looking at her worriedly. Well, there was one thing she didn't find odd. He was a kind boy and she was glad of that. Despite all the 'oddities' that has occured in him and the fact that they had a fight earlier, he had grown into a kind boy, never getting into trouble. She was surprised when he hit high school, he immediately had the highest math test score in the school. The teachers were so impressed by him that they bumped him up into twelvth grade without even trying hard. He was smart for his age.
"Oh, nothing!" she replied, smiling. "I just want to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I was just worried about you."
Jesse nodded, then looked down at his food. Guilt suddenly began growing in his heart. "No, I should be the one who's saying, sorry. I shouldn't have given you that attitude."
Victoria smiled, reaching out to touch her son's cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. Just don't stay out too late, okay?"
The dark haired boy nodded. "Okay."
Without another word, both of them turned their attention back to their food and quietly continued to eat.
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That night was silent. Every minds of those inside the mansion were full of questions and never any answers. There was curiosity, especially in the mind of a ten year old girl who found herself in a dark place in her dream. Around her, there was furniture and two windows in front of her and behind her, all shadowed in the darkness. There was a small glint of light peeking through one of the windows. She reached out to touch a couch that seemed familiar to her. She was able to feel it. Was this really a dream? she thought.
"Where am I?" she said outloud, hoping someone would at least answer her.
"What do you want!?" a woman's voice screeched.
She jerked her head towards the voice and noticed her mother standing there, staring towards an opened door. The door was covering the figure she was talking to. "Okasan?" Behind her, appeared the tall, familiar figure of her father, who ran in front of her mother to protect her from harm. "Otousan!" She ran to them, but her legs suddenly were unable to move. Why couldn't she move?
"I won't let you go inside my house without getting through ME first!" her father yelled. He fished out something from out of nowhere to what seemed like a long stick. At the end of this stick was some kind of moon and sun shaped made of wood.
"You want to fight me?" another voice spoke, a lot more deep and harsh than the threatening voices of her parents.
"Okasan! Otousan!" she yelled out loud, but this time, her voice was drowned out by her mother's scream. Her eyes turned to where her mother was standing, now staring at an unconscious body of her father on the ground."Otou...." Tears streaked down her tiny cheeks. Before she could finish her sentence, another scream escaped her mother's lips, but this time, it came out rather choked. Her eyes widened in shock. The figure, with his face still concealed in the darkness, had moved behind the figure of her mother and stabbed her through the back with a long dagger. "O....OKASAN! OTOUSAN!!!" she yelled. She felt her knees getting weak and felt her knees touch something as she hit the ground.
The figure suddenly turned towards her direction as if seeing her there for the first time since the event that happened. The ten year old girl suddenly looked alert and she stood up quickly on her feet. "I'm sorry...." the figure spoke.
"What?" She was confused. He was SORRY? For murdering her parents? "Iiee! You're NOT sorry! YOU KILLED THEM!!!!"
"You have to understand..." With that said, the figure stepped through the door and disappeared in the darkness, never to be seen again.
Finally, the girl was finally able to run to her parents' sides. "Okasan! Otousan! Please wake up!" She kneeled in between her mother and father and looked at them with blood-shot eyes. "OTOUSAN! OKASAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Akina?" Eriol slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sound of his wife's voice beside him. She was sitting up now, looking towards the door worriedly. He sat up as well, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her.
"Nani, Tomoyo?" he whispered in her ear.
Tomoyo glanced at her husband and frowned. "Akina...I hear her crying."
Eriol listened. Just as Tomoyo said, he could hear the soft whimpering of their ten year old daughter in the next room. No matter how soft it was, Eriol's keen sense of hearing was enough to hear a simple whisper a hundred miles away. Of course, he had to use magic at the time for good reasons. Immediately, he removed the blanket from on top of him, put on his slippers and walked out the door, followed closely by his wife. He opened the door to their daughter's room and opened it. In the darkness, to where a bed was, a figure layed stirring, covered in a large and purple comforter.
"Okasan...Otousan..." Akina whimpered. Beads of sweat and tears all mixed together in a heap on her bed. She kicked and jerked her head from side to side, now crying loudly than before. Eriol and Tomoyo quickly ran to both sides of her bed. The husband being the first one to arrive her daughter, he lifted her up in his arms and embraced her, rubbing her back to calm her down.
"Shhhh, it's okay now, Akina," Eriol whispered in her ear. "Mother and father are here now."
Akina opened her eyes and buried her face deep into her father's chest. She felt another pair of arms wrap itself around her small body. She could smell her mother's perfume she wore every night and found herself smothered in the embraces of both her parents. They were here! They were really here! It really WAS a dream! "Okasan...Otousan..." She whispered, more tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Akina, sweetheart, your mother and father will never leave you, understand that," Tomoyo whispered.
She looked up into the eyes of her parents and frowned. "It felt so real..."
"Dreams are only dreams, Akina," Eriol replied, letting go of his daughter and smiling reassuringly at her. "No one can harm anyone in this house as long as I'm here." He gave his daughter another loving hug, before giving Tomoyo more room on the bed with their daughter.
Tomoyo smiled, running her hand through her daughter's soft, straight, dark hair, then leaned down to kiss her at the top of her head. "My dear heart, your father and I will ALWAYS be here. We would never dare leave the most precious treasure we hold dear in our hearts. Now, go back to sleep." With that said, she gave her daughter another loving hug, then joined her husband standing beside her on the bed.
Akina nodded obediently and laid back down. She watched as her parents leave the room quietly, closing the door slowly behind them. She smiled, thinking how silly she was to believe a dream that she knew would never happen. The dark haired girl closed her eyes and went back to sleep, dreaming now of the wonderful garden in the backyard of her house, watching her mother tending to the flowers in the very back of the yard.
Meanwhile, Tomoyo closed the door behind her. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Hey..." She looked up at the sound of her husband's voice and saw him approaching her. He leaned closer to her and wrapped his long arms around his wife. "Don't tell me you were lying to our daughter about what you said."
Tomoyo sighed, burying her face into her husband's chest. "I can't help it, Eriol... I had the same dream..."
GoodGurl: Hah! I told you I was going to make the chapters longer! Now, now, what the heck does this mean? o.O Tomoyo and Akina had the same dream? Is the dream really a dream or a prophecy? Eep! x_x Heh heh, stay tuned! ;)
Chapter 2 - The dream
When she was young, she learned not to talk to strangers while walking home from school and was taught not to answer the phone when she was home alone. When she was young, she was taught to walk with a friend, not alone or to take safe routes home. But all the time, she broke those rules, yet she survived. However... now she wished she had taken time to listen to what her mother said about 'not answering the phone' unless told to do so by a parent nearby.
She opened her eyes.
"Tomoyo? Are you all right?" She heard her name being called. She was back to where she was, but only she found herself lying on the sofa in the living room with many pairs of eyes focused on her. She landed her soft, azure eyes on her husband, through the round glasses he wore since he was a child.
"I'm fine," she replied softly. Using her arms as a lever, with the help of her husband, Tomoyo sat up slowly from the sofa and turned to face them, so that she was not really sitting on the couch. The first thing she noticed and felt was her daughter clinging her arms around her and crying.
"Okasan! I thought something happened to you! I thought you had a heart attack! I thought-" Akina's whimpering stopped, when her mother placed a single kiss on top of her head and hushed her gently with a loving embrace.
"Daijoubu, Akina...." Tomoyo whispered.
Akina looked into her mother's eyes and frowned, not sure if she should believe her at that moment, but the look in her mother's eyes changed her mind. "What happened, okasan? Why did you collapse?"
Tomoyo looked up at her husband and smiled, nodding her head as if telling him something.
Eriol, from his spot on the couch, stood up and placed two large hands on Akina's shoulders and smiled, wiping away the tears that formed in her eyes. "Akina, your mother will be just fine. It's nine o'clock now and you have school tomorrow, so I want you to go to bed. Nakuru will take Cedrik home, ne?" He glanced at Nakuru and Cedrik, who was glancing from Tomoyo to Eriol and back again. Nakuru nodded obediently and placed a hand on the little boy's shoulder.
"Come now, Cedrik," she said.
Cedrik looked up at the tall, lavender haired woman and nodded. He gave Akina a small wave of good bye and said, "See ya tomorrow, Akina!" before joining Nakuru out the door. Akina hesitated for a moment, glancing at her parents before Eriol summoned Spinel Sun to take Akina to bed. The dark haired girl frowned, wanting to stay with her mother, but went upstairs anyway, curiosity still etched in her mind.
When they were finally alone, Eriol looked at Tomoyo and wrapped his arms around her tiny body. "What happened? Who was that?"
Tomoyo took a long deep breath and buried her face into her husband's chest. "It was him, Eriol. Jiro..."
The dark haired man's eyes turned into thin slits. "That's impossible, he's dead."
"He's not dead... I can recognize his voice... I know his voice!" Tears streamed down her face. She began to weep. "He threatened me! He's going to hurt Akina! He's going to hurt Akina to get to us! I won't let him! I won't..." she swallowed hard and could no longer continue speaking. She buried her face deeper into her husband's chest and wept.
"Shhhh, it's all right now. Akina's safe, no one will harm her. If anyone dares to hurt my family, he has to answer to me first," Eriol said, rubbing her back lovingly.
Before Tomoyo could utter a reply, the sound of the phone echoed in the living room. Both husband and wife jerked their heads at the phone on the table beside the couch and listened to it ring a third time, before Eriol reached for it with his long arms. He pressed the phone into his ear and said, "Moshi, moshi..." He waited for a few seconds, until a familiar voice caught his ear.
"Oh, I see that your wife has told you my message," the voice replied.
Eriol's eyebrows furrowed. He could feel Tomoyo moving closer beside him and could feel her face pressed up against his to listen in on the conversation. "Who are you? Were you the one who threatened my family about something?" He felt his anger rising. How dare this man threaten his family, scaring his wife like that?
"How could you not recognize the sound of my voice, Eriol? Surely, you should be used to it by now." Tomoyo gasped noiselessly beside Eriol as she heard these words from the other line.
Eriol could feel sweat pouring at the sides of his face. He gripped his hand tightly around the cord and gritted his teeth. This was impossible! He is dead! He can't be alive....could he? "How do you know my name? If it's me you want, then let me know, but leave my family out of this!"
There was an evil laugh that followed after Eriol replied, before the man said, "Who said I wanted you?"
He heard the 'click?' and a long beep on the other line. Eriol blankly glanced at the phone, then slowly put the phone back on its reciever. He turned his head towards Tomoyo, whose eyes looked as if they were going to come out of her socket. More tears streamed down her ageing face. Eriol wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for an embrace. "No, no, don't cry..." he whispered. "I fought him before and beaten him twice...I can do it again. I said I would protect our family and that is what I'm going to do even if it's for the rest of my life."
Tomoyo closed her eyes, resting her face on his shoulder. "You're not going to fight this alone. I want to fight alongside you... You're not the only one who wants to protect our family. That's what marriage vows are for." She looked up and stared into his eyes, telling him that she was serious about this.
Eriol understood and nodded.
"She's in bed now..." A voice said in the darkness. He had heard everything from where he floated at the top of the stairs. Spinel Sun flew back downstairs and joined the couple who had broken away from their embrace to look at him. "Eriol-sama....Tomoyo-san, I vow to protect your family as well. Though I was created to protect Eriol-sama, my mind has made up to protect his family." He glanced at Eriol. "If you have no objections, master..."
His master shook his head. "No, I do not. I'm sure Nakuru would have said the same thing as well."
"I believe so," the small, black cat spoke, flying on top of Eriol's right shoulder.
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"Jesse! Dinner!" At the sound of his mother's voice, Jesse put the phone back down and stood up.
"What did I just do?" he said to himself silently.
You just did a good thing.
Ignoring the voice for one, he made his way to the door and out the kitchen where his mother had finished putting all the plates on the table, full of the food she had cooked. Quietly, he sat down opposite of where his mother sat and began eating without even taking a glance at his mother. "So, how does it taste?" His mother suddenly asked.
The dark haired boy shrugged. "It's fine," he replied, taking another bite of his food.
Victoria sighed, taking a swift glance at her son and examining him for a few seconds. He had grown quite handsome, she noted. Although she has raised him for fifteen years now, there was still something she didn't understand about him. For a boy whom she found in the rubble of a house that was set on fire, he seemed healthy, but she's afraid that part of the smoke from the fire could have 'singed' some of his brain cells, making him act quiet, aloof and unsociable. During his early years of childhood, she had taken him to the doctor about a dozen times, making sure that nothing was wrong with him. When the doctor assured her that he was 'normal,' she took him home and cared for him until he was able to walk, eat, sleep and bathe for himself. However, Victoria was still unsatisfied with the results the doctor had given her. She was still doubtful about her son's 'growth.'
"Is something wrong?" Victoria looked up from her food and glanced at her son. He was looking at her worriedly. Well, there was one thing she didn't find odd. He was a kind boy and she was glad of that. Despite all the 'oddities' that has occured in him and the fact that they had a fight earlier, he had grown into a kind boy, never getting into trouble. She was surprised when he hit high school, he immediately had the highest math test score in the school. The teachers were so impressed by him that they bumped him up into twelvth grade without even trying hard. He was smart for his age.
"Oh, nothing!" she replied, smiling. "I just want to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I was just worried about you."
Jesse nodded, then looked down at his food. Guilt suddenly began growing in his heart. "No, I should be the one who's saying, sorry. I shouldn't have given you that attitude."
Victoria smiled, reaching out to touch her son's cheek. "It's okay, sweetie. Just don't stay out too late, okay?"
The dark haired boy nodded. "Okay."
Without another word, both of them turned their attention back to their food and quietly continued to eat.
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That night was silent. Every minds of those inside the mansion were full of questions and never any answers. There was curiosity, especially in the mind of a ten year old girl who found herself in a dark place in her dream. Around her, there was furniture and two windows in front of her and behind her, all shadowed in the darkness. There was a small glint of light peeking through one of the windows. She reached out to touch a couch that seemed familiar to her. She was able to feel it. Was this really a dream? she thought.
"Where am I?" she said outloud, hoping someone would at least answer her.
"What do you want!?" a woman's voice screeched.
She jerked her head towards the voice and noticed her mother standing there, staring towards an opened door. The door was covering the figure she was talking to. "Okasan?" Behind her, appeared the tall, familiar figure of her father, who ran in front of her mother to protect her from harm. "Otousan!" She ran to them, but her legs suddenly were unable to move. Why couldn't she move?
"I won't let you go inside my house without getting through ME first!" her father yelled. He fished out something from out of nowhere to what seemed like a long stick. At the end of this stick was some kind of moon and sun shaped made of wood.
"You want to fight me?" another voice spoke, a lot more deep and harsh than the threatening voices of her parents.
"Okasan! Otousan!" she yelled out loud, but this time, her voice was drowned out by her mother's scream. Her eyes turned to where her mother was standing, now staring at an unconscious body of her father on the ground."Otou...." Tears streaked down her tiny cheeks. Before she could finish her sentence, another scream escaped her mother's lips, but this time, it came out rather choked. Her eyes widened in shock. The figure, with his face still concealed in the darkness, had moved behind the figure of her mother and stabbed her through the back with a long dagger. "O....OKASAN! OTOUSAN!!!" she yelled. She felt her knees getting weak and felt her knees touch something as she hit the ground.
The figure suddenly turned towards her direction as if seeing her there for the first time since the event that happened. The ten year old girl suddenly looked alert and she stood up quickly on her feet. "I'm sorry...." the figure spoke.
"What?" She was confused. He was SORRY? For murdering her parents? "Iiee! You're NOT sorry! YOU KILLED THEM!!!!"
"You have to understand..." With that said, the figure stepped through the door and disappeared in the darkness, never to be seen again.
Finally, the girl was finally able to run to her parents' sides. "Okasan! Otousan! Please wake up!" She kneeled in between her mother and father and looked at them with blood-shot eyes. "OTOUSAN! OKASAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Akina?" Eriol slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the sound of his wife's voice beside him. She was sitting up now, looking towards the door worriedly. He sat up as well, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her.
"Nani, Tomoyo?" he whispered in her ear.
Tomoyo glanced at her husband and frowned. "Akina...I hear her crying."
Eriol listened. Just as Tomoyo said, he could hear the soft whimpering of their ten year old daughter in the next room. No matter how soft it was, Eriol's keen sense of hearing was enough to hear a simple whisper a hundred miles away. Of course, he had to use magic at the time for good reasons. Immediately, he removed the blanket from on top of him, put on his slippers and walked out the door, followed closely by his wife. He opened the door to their daughter's room and opened it. In the darkness, to where a bed was, a figure layed stirring, covered in a large and purple comforter.
"Okasan...Otousan..." Akina whimpered. Beads of sweat and tears all mixed together in a heap on her bed. She kicked and jerked her head from side to side, now crying loudly than before. Eriol and Tomoyo quickly ran to both sides of her bed. The husband being the first one to arrive her daughter, he lifted her up in his arms and embraced her, rubbing her back to calm her down.
"Shhhh, it's okay now, Akina," Eriol whispered in her ear. "Mother and father are here now."
Akina opened her eyes and buried her face deep into her father's chest. She felt another pair of arms wrap itself around her small body. She could smell her mother's perfume she wore every night and found herself smothered in the embraces of both her parents. They were here! They were really here! It really WAS a dream! "Okasan...Otousan..." She whispered, more tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Akina, sweetheart, your mother and father will never leave you, understand that," Tomoyo whispered.
She looked up into the eyes of her parents and frowned. "It felt so real..."
"Dreams are only dreams, Akina," Eriol replied, letting go of his daughter and smiling reassuringly at her. "No one can harm anyone in this house as long as I'm here." He gave his daughter another loving hug, before giving Tomoyo more room on the bed with their daughter.
Tomoyo smiled, running her hand through her daughter's soft, straight, dark hair, then leaned down to kiss her at the top of her head. "My dear heart, your father and I will ALWAYS be here. We would never dare leave the most precious treasure we hold dear in our hearts. Now, go back to sleep." With that said, she gave her daughter another loving hug, then joined her husband standing beside her on the bed.
Akina nodded obediently and laid back down. She watched as her parents leave the room quietly, closing the door slowly behind them. She smiled, thinking how silly she was to believe a dream that she knew would never happen. The dark haired girl closed her eyes and went back to sleep, dreaming now of the wonderful garden in the backyard of her house, watching her mother tending to the flowers in the very back of the yard.
Meanwhile, Tomoyo closed the door behind her. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Hey..." She looked up at the sound of her husband's voice and saw him approaching her. He leaned closer to her and wrapped his long arms around his wife. "Don't tell me you were lying to our daughter about what you said."
Tomoyo sighed, burying her face into her husband's chest. "I can't help it, Eriol... I had the same dream..."
GoodGurl: Hah! I told you I was going to make the chapters longer! Now, now, what the heck does this mean? o.O Tomoyo and Akina had the same dream? Is the dream really a dream or a prophecy? Eep! x_x Heh heh, stay tuned! ;)