Oooo another Dream sequence...though you may know that from reading the last chapter XD
Disclaimer:- I don't own Beyblade. Seriously, I don't.
Chapter 4 - The Visitor
He never did find out why it happened. That gentle pulling sensation from his stomach, that disorientation of arriving there, that dizziness which followed when the world around him became something completely different with such a speed. Then again, dreaming of memories of his haunted past to a tranquil night-time beach in the middle of nowhere never gave him any reason to want to either.
One moment he would be trying - though failing - to beat his nightmares. Next, the illusion would just crack and break as if a stone to glass. Then slowly his eyes would adjust, his body would re-align itself to a new ground, and his mind would try and make some sense of the situation - at least as much as it could, considering barely any memories of the waking world would come to him, and the desire to act instead of think became far too overwhelming. Even for an individual such as himself.
The first time it happened, the curious side of him took over, as he quietly explored the beach's sands, rocks and waters as much as he could. The way that it looked, felt and sounded so realistic amazed him, and for once he felt as though his mind had finally given him a break from the torment sleep always had to offer.
That was until 'Dreamer' came along.
His actions could be heard from a mile off, his clothes could be seen from a mile off (even at nighttime), and his sapphire eyes could be memorable enough to get past a goldfish's three-second memory span 1. In fact, those eyes were the only things he could remember once waking up the first time.
'Dreamer' was named as such, when he realised that the other person was far too independent and, well, happy, to be from his own twisted mind. The fact that a nagging feeling of knowing there was something more to Dreamer than met the eye, though not knowing why, helped him come to the conclusion by the end of the first night. He was in someone else's dream.
The second time it happened, he let instinct take over for once and kept hidden from sight, in the dark shadows surrounding the beach. He had always been a secretive person, but that wasn't why he hid. Dreams - in a nightmare filled sleep- were a rare occurrence to him after his parents died, and if being able to stay in this safe haven meant not risking immediate exposure he'd do it.
Instead, he took to watching Dreamer make use of this world the way it should be, and to keep guard in case something were to happen. There was an almost protective edge to watching him, as if he didn't want anything to wreck Dreamer's world even though he had not known of him or even spoke to him once since the situation came up.
It was after a week that Dreamer had finally caught onto him.
A few failed attempts of catching him and a fall later, and Dreamer had actually got a slight chuckle out of him, and had seen his eyes. Yet, there was (even though he would deny it immediately if he was asked of it in the real world) an almost cute look to Dreamer's face when he had given up on catching him, and then disappeared before his eyes. He woke up a split second later with a sudden strong liking for sapphire blue and the feeling he wanted to see someone again - though who that person was, was a different question altogether.
A couple of dreams after the 'incident' and an unsaid agreement had been made. Literally. As long as Dreamer kept his distance, he would stay put and listen to Dreamer speak to him as if he was an old friend. Dreamer did try and get him out each dream, but gave up sooner and sooner each time - seemingly loving the slight laughs he could get out of him after doing or saying something particularly funny, or how he would listen no matter what when Dreamer starting speaking of his favourite things in life as if trying to get a response from him.
As the next week went on, more memories of Dreamer came to him in the waking world. Mostly they were just flashes of someone shouting out to him. They could range from closing his eyes and seeing a pair of sapphire eyes, to passing someone in the street which looked so familiar but he didn't know why - or eating something and remembering someone he knew liked it too but he couldn't remember who, to an urge to go to the beach (even though he wasn't a beach kind of person). And, whilst he never completely understood it, he began looking forward to sleeping. Tonight made no change.
The change however was in the dream itself.
"Give us it!"
It was raining. Hard. The kind of rain that drenched you from head to toe within seconds. The realistically seeming streets were covered in puddles and the street lamps filled the night sky with an orange glow.
"We know you have it!"
He was standing in his usual place in the shadows again, knowing he was completely covered from sight, but it didn't ease his slight worries. If it was just one thing he knew enough about, it would be nightmares - and this place just screamed it. Now there was just the slight problem of getting Dreamer out of it.
"We want it now!"
Two thugs were chasing Dreamer down the streets with knives at hand. Their features weren't recognisable; they looked just like dark shadows or silhouettes of original people - but with a more sinister feel to them. Dreamer seemed like he couldn't get away no matter now fast he ran, and was ready to take any rescue attempt he was offered.
"You won't get hurt if you hand it over!"
As Dreamer ran past his hiding spot in the shadows, rain now flattening his hair and making him shiver slightly from the cold, he took his chance.
A hand over Dreamer's mouth and a quick pull into the darkness was never a welcome introduction, and landing in an uncompromising position made it worse.
The two thugs had long since run past, but all he could think of was that his body was pressed against Dreamer's in such a fashion it could make a tomato blush 2. How Dreamer's breath danced over his hand. How Dreamer's eyes had changed from startled to something he couldn't identify.
"Running in the weather Dreamer?" he breathed, letting go of the breath he didn't know he held and slowly letting his hand move from covering Dreamer's mouth to softly brush off a few water droplets on Dreamer's cheek.
There was no explanation for it, but after listening to his instincts everytime since he started arriving here - they urged him to find out what Dreamer tasted like after his long (one-sided) discussions about his favourite foods.
"You could catch a cold..." he practically murmured as he own breath mingled in with Dreamer's, and slowly found himself drawing closer, and closer...
...To wake up staring straight at the ceiling with a very confused expression. It was still dark outside - 3 in the morning to be exact - but that wasn't it. This time he remembered enough of his dream to know how close he was to kissing the owner of a pair of sapphire eyes. The same pair of sapphire eyes he knew held the answers to so many questions plagueing his mind since the dreams began.
End of Chapter 4
Notes - Sorry! I just realised that was quite cruel of me to stop it there...but it was needed! Honest! (major embarrassment and tension to follow!) Anyways!
Oh yes! And Kai's sort of warning will be explained in the next chapter!
1 and 2 Written during the middle of the night after eatting far too much sugar...they're wierd descriptions but they just sorta stuck?
Thanks to reviewers:-
LiahWoodsKainTalalover (I'd point to the above thing but you've probably already seen it...thanks for the nice comment though), takuya (thanks for another review! it's really sweet of ya!), Serenity Cathedral a.k.a. serena429 (hope that was soon enough? thanks muchly!), chibi freak (hehe, thanks for the review! and i hope some of the answers will be answered for the next chapter), and nilly chan (artistic? that's a new one! Thanks a ton!)
Thanks for reading, and this time reviewers get Chinese New Year fireworks to keep up with the dream theme (oo that rhymed XD)
Lokie