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May 21st, 2004: Kimimoto Residence
The sky was a faded hue of blue and maybe even a slight reddish color as the sun began to set from above. There were a lot of trees around as the unknown person looked up into the air and saw this magnificent sight before him. With a deep and exhilarating sigh of relief, the person looked down to his lap and saw a beautiful woman draped over him.
The woman was not very tall, but was well built and muscular for a female, with toned arm muscles that bulged out slightly from her forearms. She slept soundly and peacefully, her short black hair swaying gently as the summer breeze blew through her strands. The person she was sleeping on was well built as well, very much more then the woman lying in his lap. He reached down slowly with his left hand, his left arm covered in multiple scars from fights long ago, and some that had been received recently.
As he pressed his left hand gingerly onto the sleeping woman's face and caressed it gently he winced slightly in pain and used his free hand to rub at the spot on the left side of his torso. In a low and quiet voice that was barely audible the man let out a small laugh "Humph, damn spitfire, never knows when to quit." He caressed her more; her smooth skin felt warm and soft under his calloused hand. "I wonder, just what will she do when I tell her that I can't stay, even now." He pondered this for a moment and then sighed again, this time more from anxiety then anything else. "I already left her and the Band of the Hawk once, but how will they ever forgive me if I did it again?"
The man wasn't a very bright person, he never had attended any sort of educational facility, and he wasn't literate either. He was a brutal killing machine, and had always been that way since he was old enough to pick up a sword. It came as no surprise then, that he was not just thinking to himself his words, but also speaking them clearly, and much to his surprise, loudly as well. This loud self-converse awoke his female companion, who was now staring up at him with her dazzling black eyes.
The man widened his own eyes upon seeing her, hoping that she hadn't heard him talking to himself just then. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, looking up at him and smiling, her cheeks rippling slightly under the rise of her lips. She stared into his eyes and then slowly rose to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. "Morning Guts."
The man smiled and then placed his right arm around the small woman and held her tightly in place. "Morning Caska. How are you feeling?" He smiled at her, not used to doing such things, and in fact, he was a little bit nervous being alone in her presence, although he hid it well. Caska, the dark skinned woman in his arms let go of him and then leaned up against the large oak tree that Guts was already resting upon and she stretched some more. "Well, to tell you the truth, I feel like a new woman." She smiled and winked at her lover, who simply rolled his eyes as his reply. "Why's that?" The large man asked. Caska shrugged and then pulled the white cloth they had wrapped themselves in around her naked body. "You know, you ask way to many questions." She smiled back up at him and then turned her attention to the sky. "Guts...after we rescue Griffith, what will you do?" The question hit Guts like a ton of bricks. This was the question he feared was going to come. In response, Guts merely put his right arm around her shoulder and then grumbled a bit, acting as though he had to sneeze. Caska saw this and tried not to laugh, instead smirking and twitching her small nose in Guts direction. "You can stay here with us you know? It'll be just like old times. Me, you, Judeau, Pippin, we can start all over again just as soon as Griffith is back with us. How's that sound to you?" Before Guts could answer there came an intense pain his head. He screamed out as Caska rose quickly to help him.
It was at this time that a pale Japanese man with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes awoke quickly from his very odd dream. He looked around him in every direction and saw that his digital clock read "3:30 AM". Moaning loudly, he fell back down backwards and stared at the ceiling, his white sheets soaked from his sweat, and his girlfriend next to him barely even noticing his spontaneous movement.
My name is Daimon Kimimoto. I am a 23-year-old Japanese man originally from Tokyo. My astronomical sign in Scorpio, yet my bark is much worse then my sting. I'm just an average minority living in New York City, with an average low paying job as a late night Bartender in a strip bar. I have no children; I am not married, although I do have a girlfriend named Lucy who has been living with me now for several months. In my spare time I enjoy writing short stories and listening to Alternative Rock music.
Daimon Kimimoto rose once more in his queen sized bed and took a quick glance at his girlfriend, her long blonde hair covering her entire pillow like it were a blanket in itself. He quietly rose and slowly got out of bed as to not wake her from her sleep. Having reached the foot of the bed, Daimon reached down and grabbed his jeans from the floor and put them on and then he walked inside of his bathroom that was 20 feet from his bed. Closing the door to the bathroom, he then reached up and flicked the light switch, flooding the small room with glowing light. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror.
For the past three months now, I've been having strange dreams. The dreams seem to take me back to a time and place where I'm someone else and not myself. It seems I am in medieval Europe during the Hundred Year War. I don't know why I have these dreams, but they seem to have a pattern to them. I literally seem to live this other person's life as though I were truly there. When they are struck, I feel great pain, when they are sad or angry, I too become sad or angry. I do not know what these dreams mean, but I haven't gotten a decent nights rest since they began.
Daimon turned the faucet on and filled his hands like a cup with cold water, splashing himself in the face with it and causing him to shiver slightly. He then noticed that the doorknob turned and Lucy came wandering into the room. "Daimon, are you alright? I heard you get up." She sweetly asked her boyfriend. Daimon just nodded as he stared into the mirror some more. "I'm fine Lucy." She walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Was it another bad dream?" His eyebrows rose as he turned around slowly. "I dunno, it wasn't bad like a nightmare or anything, I just...can't seem to be able to sleep through it. It feels like...I don't know...I'm being drained or something." He looked down at his left hand and opened and closed it slowly. Lucy looked very concerned and got out a small bottle of Nyquil. "Here Daimon, drink some of this, you'll be able to sleep better." Daimon took the bottle into his land and looked down at it, the green liquid swaying back in forth in its plastic container. "You work tomorrow, so I think it would be a good idea to try and get as much sleep as possible. Don't you think so too?" Daimon nodded in agreement with Lucy's comment. He needed sleep, more then anything at this point he needed it.
May 21st, 2004: Kimimoto Residence
The sky was a faded hue of blue and maybe even a slight reddish color as the sun began to set from above. There were a lot of trees around as the unknown person looked up into the air and saw this magnificent sight before him. With a deep and exhilarating sigh of relief, the person looked down to his lap and saw a beautiful woman draped over him.
The woman was not very tall, but was well built and muscular for a female, with toned arm muscles that bulged out slightly from her forearms. She slept soundly and peacefully, her short black hair swaying gently as the summer breeze blew through her strands. The person she was sleeping on was well built as well, very much more then the woman lying in his lap. He reached down slowly with his left hand, his left arm covered in multiple scars from fights long ago, and some that had been received recently.
As he pressed his left hand gingerly onto the sleeping woman's face and caressed it gently he winced slightly in pain and used his free hand to rub at the spot on the left side of his torso. In a low and quiet voice that was barely audible the man let out a small laugh "Humph, damn spitfire, never knows when to quit." He caressed her more; her smooth skin felt warm and soft under his calloused hand. "I wonder, just what will she do when I tell her that I can't stay, even now." He pondered this for a moment and then sighed again, this time more from anxiety then anything else. "I already left her and the Band of the Hawk once, but how will they ever forgive me if I did it again?"
The man wasn't a very bright person, he never had attended any sort of educational facility, and he wasn't literate either. He was a brutal killing machine, and had always been that way since he was old enough to pick up a sword. It came as no surprise then, that he was not just thinking to himself his words, but also speaking them clearly, and much to his surprise, loudly as well. This loud self-converse awoke his female companion, who was now staring up at him with her dazzling black eyes.
The man widened his own eyes upon seeing her, hoping that she hadn't heard him talking to himself just then. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, looking up at him and smiling, her cheeks rippling slightly under the rise of her lips. She stared into his eyes and then slowly rose to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. "Morning Guts."
The man smiled and then placed his right arm around the small woman and held her tightly in place. "Morning Caska. How are you feeling?" He smiled at her, not used to doing such things, and in fact, he was a little bit nervous being alone in her presence, although he hid it well. Caska, the dark skinned woman in his arms let go of him and then leaned up against the large oak tree that Guts was already resting upon and she stretched some more. "Well, to tell you the truth, I feel like a new woman." She smiled and winked at her lover, who simply rolled his eyes as his reply. "Why's that?" The large man asked. Caska shrugged and then pulled the white cloth they had wrapped themselves in around her naked body. "You know, you ask way to many questions." She smiled back up at him and then turned her attention to the sky. "Guts...after we rescue Griffith, what will you do?" The question hit Guts like a ton of bricks. This was the question he feared was going to come. In response, Guts merely put his right arm around her shoulder and then grumbled a bit, acting as though he had to sneeze. Caska saw this and tried not to laugh, instead smirking and twitching her small nose in Guts direction. "You can stay here with us you know? It'll be just like old times. Me, you, Judeau, Pippin, we can start all over again just as soon as Griffith is back with us. How's that sound to you?" Before Guts could answer there came an intense pain his head. He screamed out as Caska rose quickly to help him.
It was at this time that a pale Japanese man with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes awoke quickly from his very odd dream. He looked around him in every direction and saw that his digital clock read "3:30 AM". Moaning loudly, he fell back down backwards and stared at the ceiling, his white sheets soaked from his sweat, and his girlfriend next to him barely even noticing his spontaneous movement.
My name is Daimon Kimimoto. I am a 23-year-old Japanese man originally from Tokyo. My astronomical sign in Scorpio, yet my bark is much worse then my sting. I'm just an average minority living in New York City, with an average low paying job as a late night Bartender in a strip bar. I have no children; I am not married, although I do have a girlfriend named Lucy who has been living with me now for several months. In my spare time I enjoy writing short stories and listening to Alternative Rock music.
Daimon Kimimoto rose once more in his queen sized bed and took a quick glance at his girlfriend, her long blonde hair covering her entire pillow like it were a blanket in itself. He quietly rose and slowly got out of bed as to not wake her from her sleep. Having reached the foot of the bed, Daimon reached down and grabbed his jeans from the floor and put them on and then he walked inside of his bathroom that was 20 feet from his bed. Closing the door to the bathroom, he then reached up and flicked the light switch, flooding the small room with glowing light. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror.
For the past three months now, I've been having strange dreams. The dreams seem to take me back to a time and place where I'm someone else and not myself. It seems I am in medieval Europe during the Hundred Year War. I don't know why I have these dreams, but they seem to have a pattern to them. I literally seem to live this other person's life as though I were truly there. When they are struck, I feel great pain, when they are sad or angry, I too become sad or angry. I do not know what these dreams mean, but I haven't gotten a decent nights rest since they began.
Daimon turned the faucet on and filled his hands like a cup with cold water, splashing himself in the face with it and causing him to shiver slightly. He then noticed that the doorknob turned and Lucy came wandering into the room. "Daimon, are you alright? I heard you get up." She sweetly asked her boyfriend. Daimon just nodded as he stared into the mirror some more. "I'm fine Lucy." She walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Was it another bad dream?" His eyebrows rose as he turned around slowly. "I dunno, it wasn't bad like a nightmare or anything, I just...can't seem to be able to sleep through it. It feels like...I don't know...I'm being drained or something." He looked down at his left hand and opened and closed it slowly. Lucy looked very concerned and got out a small bottle of Nyquil. "Here Daimon, drink some of this, you'll be able to sleep better." Daimon took the bottle into his land and looked down at it, the green liquid swaying back in forth in its plastic container. "You work tomorrow, so I think it would be a good idea to try and get as much sleep as possible. Don't you think so too?" Daimon nodded in agreement with Lucy's comment. He needed sleep, more then anything at this point he needed it.