Forgetting the Past and Thinking of the Future
When one forget's the past, they do it on purpose. They scatters it's ashes to the wind and watch it fly away. But what happens when these ashes find you again? Will you run away from them? or will you hold them in your hands, and embrace your past for all it's worth?
Rakuen had forgotten his past, but the pain from it was still spliced into his mind. He could remember images from his past, and it all involved a woman. A beautiful woman, laughing and smiling, all for him. So why would he try to rpress his past, if it sounded so happy? That woman was gone, and Rakuen had forgotten why. He loved his mind for that. He couldn't remember anything else but the good times, he liked it this way.
Rakuen woke up the next morning, sweating. His memories had made a mad dash at him and attacked him while he slept. But he had forgotten most of it now. It was a reflex for his mind to forget painful things. But it still hurt...to know that they were there. He looked over at Hikana, sleeping somewhat restlessly with Scyllan protectively in her arms. Even though she occaisionally painfully moaned or made sad noises, she still looked peaceful. And with her white hair, she looked like an angel.
"She always does....except when she opens her mouth..." Rakuen mused in his head. He was feeling sorry for making Hikana feel so bad yesterday, but it seemed she had forgotten about it now. Rakuen smiled, Hikana was beautiful, but not as beautiful as....
"Not as beautiful as who? Who is this woman? Part of me wants to remember her name and part of me is holding it back, telling me I WANT to forget..." Rakuen shook his head. The beautiful womans name always eluded him. He looked at Hikana again before pulling himself into his feet. He wouldn't be able to sleep with his invading memories pestering him, so maybe a bath would make him feel better. He silently hopped away in search of a cold lake he had seen just a few ways away.
Hikana woke up, hearing leaves rustling and twigs breaking under walking feet. She sat up, careful not to wake Scyllan, and peered into the darkness to see a tall, lean figure escaping into the trees quietly. She gently unlatched Scyllan from her arms and layed him down. She followed the figure. He was faster than her, yet his scent was all she needed to find him.
She soon lost him, however, as his scent was drowed by water. It wasn't as good as her father's had been, the slightest disturbance in the target's scent would distort it entirely, making it impossible to follow. Hikana decided she really didn't want to follow him anyway, it was Rakuen, she knew. The little bastard probably woke her up on purpose. Hikana glared at the night and trekked back to the site to find her cousin still sleeping peacefully.
He was only a child, but that rarely showed, except when he was sleeping. When he was awake, his face had the same cold features he had inherited from his father. Yet when he slept, he looked so...vulnerable. Hikana layed down and grabbed his small body in her arms. He WAS vulnerable, awake or asleep, and she was bound to protect him from anything that tried to exploit that vulnerability. Hikana had already developed a sisterly love for the little hanyou.
Hikana woke up the next morning to see Rakuen up and ready to go.
"What, we're not going to eat first?" Hikana asked, rubbing her eyes and nudging Scyllan awake. The little boy yawned, looking up at her tiredly.
"We're going to get there soon, there's no point. If you MUST eat, we'll pass through a town on the way, so we'll eat then." Rakuen said in his usually cold and perceptive manner and started walking ahead, not bothering to wait for the other two. They scrambled to their feet and hurried after him. The three of them continued on the road to the town. But maybe Rakuen should have avoided the town...
Meanwhile, at a castle not too far away, a demon sighed uncontentedly as he once again bit his lip to save his young mate from the posessionous act. Blodd poured from his lip and Rin looked up at him, worried.
"Sesshomaru-sama?" Rin asked, tacking -sama onto the end of his named accidentally. Sesshomaru cringed, how he hated that.
"Rin, what did I tell you?"
"What? O-Oh! I'm sorry, Sesshomaru." She blushed and smiled like a child who had done a math problem wrong. Sesshomaru looked down at her red cheeks, her red nose, her red breasts. He felt instantly ready again. Rin felt this and giggled, kissing him, giving him all the consent he needed.
The trio had reached the town, which was somewhat quiet. Only a few villagers littered the unnaturally clean streets. As they wqalked through this town, looking for a place to eat, as Scyllan had started complaining, Rakuen felt a little nostalgic, like he had been to this town before. He tried to think back, but couldn't find this town anywhere in his meager memories.
Hikana smelled something with her nose, something delicious.
"Rakuen! I found a pleace to eat!" She said happily.
"I'm not hungry, go ahead..." Hikana stopped running ahead and turned around to see Rakuen staring off into space, his eyes glazed over.
"Rakuen?" Scyllan had run into the eatery already and had proceeded to order everything on the menu, pulling out the bag of coins he always carried with him. Hikana, meanwhile, was worried about Rakuen as he started to run toward a little shack at the end of the town.
"Rakuen!" She screamed after him, after getting no response, she followed him.
Rakuen was running. He could feel it, but he knew he wasn't the one commanding his legs. He was running toward a small shack, and once again, as he saw this beat up little structure, nastalgia hit him again. He could smell lilacs and white lilies, and he could hear her. A sweet voice, singing, singing. His legs ran faster.
As he neared the little hut, his heart beat faster. He was almost there. He didn't know why, but there was a penetrating drive t5hat screamed at him to get there. As he neared the front door, which was barelt even there anymore, he saw a glimmer of light from within the dark recesses of the house. He stepped inside, and instanly his world went bright, and he was surrounded by a field.
A girl with long blond hair, unusual for Japan, was standing just a few feet in front of him. He reached out to her shoulder and grasped it, turning her around. The moment he saw her face, a flood of memories invaded his senses. Memories he had been happy to forget. But here they came again.
A girl named Veronica Daniels, from America. It had been strange for an American to be in Japan during those times, but here she was. Her family was rich and had sent her here to live. The little shack wasn't even her house. She had lived in a mansion in a town away.
Rakuen wanted to scream. He didn't want to remember anything. He wanted to forget forever, he had done such a good job of it. He could see himself in the little shack, with his family. The shack hadn't been so decrepit then, it had been very homely, and perfect for a family of four. He could see himself hugging Veronica, he could see them together in all their private little moments.
Then he saw it. A blaze of fire struck his little shack as his family was sleeping. He was with Veronica in his room, a beam had fallen down and he'd been knocked out. Everyone saved him, but they hadn't noticed Veronica, who wasn't even supposed to be there. As she was knocked out, she rolled under the bed, and was forgotten.
The girl, who Rakuen now knew was Veronica, looked at Rakuen, as he returned from his memories back into the fiels of flowers. Tears streaked his face.
"WHY?" Veronica asked.
"what?" Rakuen asked weakly.
"Why did you save yourself and forget about me?" She asked, anger etching her voice.
"I didn't forget about you, I-"
"WHY? did you not love me...?" Her face grew angry, and strange. Rakuen looked at her. Something was different, he knew Veronice could never have such rage...
"RAKUEN?!?!" Rakuen heard a voice screaming. He turned to try and see who it was, but saw no one else in the field. But the voice was persistent.
"RAKUEN!!!!!" Rakuen turned to look at a panicked 'Veronica'.
"Rakuen!" The last scream shattered the flowery world, and Rakuen woke up to see Hikana looming over him.
"Rakuen!" She smiled, tears in her eyes. She hugged him tightly. Rakuen could see the shack just a little bit ahead, Hikana must've dragged him out.
"Hikana..."
"What happened to you? You went into that house and just passed out! I was so worried! You've been out for a long time!" Rakuen could see the tints of pink, purple and orange playing on the edge of the sky. He really WAS out for a long time. He stared at the shack as Hikana kept hugging him, wandering what just happened.
As the three had to once again settle down for the night, Hikana nor Rakuen couldn't forget what had happened. Hikana didn't understand why she was so worried about the cold boy, and Rakuen didn't care. He wanted to know if that was really his Veronica that he saw, or an imposter.
The latter was correct. Kei-Lin, the dream demon, glared at the girl, Hikana. She could've posessed Rakuen's body and killed Rin once and for all if she hadn't interferred. It looked as if she would have to take out the hanyou's daughter first.
Kei-Lin was back, as long as lust and desire exsisted in men's hearts, so would she.
A/N: well, how was it? I'm sorry for bringin back a villian I had already used, but it adds more substance to the story, ne?
Please review, I love you all and thank you for the nice nice reviews, even though I've been a rather lazy author! ^^;
When one forget's the past, they do it on purpose. They scatters it's ashes to the wind and watch it fly away. But what happens when these ashes find you again? Will you run away from them? or will you hold them in your hands, and embrace your past for all it's worth?
Rakuen had forgotten his past, but the pain from it was still spliced into his mind. He could remember images from his past, and it all involved a woman. A beautiful woman, laughing and smiling, all for him. So why would he try to rpress his past, if it sounded so happy? That woman was gone, and Rakuen had forgotten why. He loved his mind for that. He couldn't remember anything else but the good times, he liked it this way.
Rakuen woke up the next morning, sweating. His memories had made a mad dash at him and attacked him while he slept. But he had forgotten most of it now. It was a reflex for his mind to forget painful things. But it still hurt...to know that they were there. He looked over at Hikana, sleeping somewhat restlessly with Scyllan protectively in her arms. Even though she occaisionally painfully moaned or made sad noises, she still looked peaceful. And with her white hair, she looked like an angel.
"She always does....except when she opens her mouth..." Rakuen mused in his head. He was feeling sorry for making Hikana feel so bad yesterday, but it seemed she had forgotten about it now. Rakuen smiled, Hikana was beautiful, but not as beautiful as....
"Not as beautiful as who? Who is this woman? Part of me wants to remember her name and part of me is holding it back, telling me I WANT to forget..." Rakuen shook his head. The beautiful womans name always eluded him. He looked at Hikana again before pulling himself into his feet. He wouldn't be able to sleep with his invading memories pestering him, so maybe a bath would make him feel better. He silently hopped away in search of a cold lake he had seen just a few ways away.
Hikana woke up, hearing leaves rustling and twigs breaking under walking feet. She sat up, careful not to wake Scyllan, and peered into the darkness to see a tall, lean figure escaping into the trees quietly. She gently unlatched Scyllan from her arms and layed him down. She followed the figure. He was faster than her, yet his scent was all she needed to find him.
She soon lost him, however, as his scent was drowed by water. It wasn't as good as her father's had been, the slightest disturbance in the target's scent would distort it entirely, making it impossible to follow. Hikana decided she really didn't want to follow him anyway, it was Rakuen, she knew. The little bastard probably woke her up on purpose. Hikana glared at the night and trekked back to the site to find her cousin still sleeping peacefully.
He was only a child, but that rarely showed, except when he was sleeping. When he was awake, his face had the same cold features he had inherited from his father. Yet when he slept, he looked so...vulnerable. Hikana layed down and grabbed his small body in her arms. He WAS vulnerable, awake or asleep, and she was bound to protect him from anything that tried to exploit that vulnerability. Hikana had already developed a sisterly love for the little hanyou.
Hikana woke up the next morning to see Rakuen up and ready to go.
"What, we're not going to eat first?" Hikana asked, rubbing her eyes and nudging Scyllan awake. The little boy yawned, looking up at her tiredly.
"We're going to get there soon, there's no point. If you MUST eat, we'll pass through a town on the way, so we'll eat then." Rakuen said in his usually cold and perceptive manner and started walking ahead, not bothering to wait for the other two. They scrambled to their feet and hurried after him. The three of them continued on the road to the town. But maybe Rakuen should have avoided the town...
Meanwhile, at a castle not too far away, a demon sighed uncontentedly as he once again bit his lip to save his young mate from the posessionous act. Blodd poured from his lip and Rin looked up at him, worried.
"Sesshomaru-sama?" Rin asked, tacking -sama onto the end of his named accidentally. Sesshomaru cringed, how he hated that.
"Rin, what did I tell you?"
"What? O-Oh! I'm sorry, Sesshomaru." She blushed and smiled like a child who had done a math problem wrong. Sesshomaru looked down at her red cheeks, her red nose, her red breasts. He felt instantly ready again. Rin felt this and giggled, kissing him, giving him all the consent he needed.
The trio had reached the town, which was somewhat quiet. Only a few villagers littered the unnaturally clean streets. As they wqalked through this town, looking for a place to eat, as Scyllan had started complaining, Rakuen felt a little nostalgic, like he had been to this town before. He tried to think back, but couldn't find this town anywhere in his meager memories.
Hikana smelled something with her nose, something delicious.
"Rakuen! I found a pleace to eat!" She said happily.
"I'm not hungry, go ahead..." Hikana stopped running ahead and turned around to see Rakuen staring off into space, his eyes glazed over.
"Rakuen?" Scyllan had run into the eatery already and had proceeded to order everything on the menu, pulling out the bag of coins he always carried with him. Hikana, meanwhile, was worried about Rakuen as he started to run toward a little shack at the end of the town.
"Rakuen!" She screamed after him, after getting no response, she followed him.
Rakuen was running. He could feel it, but he knew he wasn't the one commanding his legs. He was running toward a small shack, and once again, as he saw this beat up little structure, nastalgia hit him again. He could smell lilacs and white lilies, and he could hear her. A sweet voice, singing, singing. His legs ran faster.
As he neared the little hut, his heart beat faster. He was almost there. He didn't know why, but there was a penetrating drive t5hat screamed at him to get there. As he neared the front door, which was barelt even there anymore, he saw a glimmer of light from within the dark recesses of the house. He stepped inside, and instanly his world went bright, and he was surrounded by a field.
A girl with long blond hair, unusual for Japan, was standing just a few feet in front of him. He reached out to her shoulder and grasped it, turning her around. The moment he saw her face, a flood of memories invaded his senses. Memories he had been happy to forget. But here they came again.
A girl named Veronica Daniels, from America. It had been strange for an American to be in Japan during those times, but here she was. Her family was rich and had sent her here to live. The little shack wasn't even her house. She had lived in a mansion in a town away.
Rakuen wanted to scream. He didn't want to remember anything. He wanted to forget forever, he had done such a good job of it. He could see himself in the little shack, with his family. The shack hadn't been so decrepit then, it had been very homely, and perfect for a family of four. He could see himself hugging Veronica, he could see them together in all their private little moments.
Then he saw it. A blaze of fire struck his little shack as his family was sleeping. He was with Veronica in his room, a beam had fallen down and he'd been knocked out. Everyone saved him, but they hadn't noticed Veronica, who wasn't even supposed to be there. As she was knocked out, she rolled under the bed, and was forgotten.
The girl, who Rakuen now knew was Veronica, looked at Rakuen, as he returned from his memories back into the fiels of flowers. Tears streaked his face.
"WHY?" Veronica asked.
"what?" Rakuen asked weakly.
"Why did you save yourself and forget about me?" She asked, anger etching her voice.
"I didn't forget about you, I-"
"WHY? did you not love me...?" Her face grew angry, and strange. Rakuen looked at her. Something was different, he knew Veronice could never have such rage...
"RAKUEN?!?!" Rakuen heard a voice screaming. He turned to try and see who it was, but saw no one else in the field. But the voice was persistent.
"RAKUEN!!!!!" Rakuen turned to look at a panicked 'Veronica'.
"Rakuen!" The last scream shattered the flowery world, and Rakuen woke up to see Hikana looming over him.
"Rakuen!" She smiled, tears in her eyes. She hugged him tightly. Rakuen could see the shack just a little bit ahead, Hikana must've dragged him out.
"Hikana..."
"What happened to you? You went into that house and just passed out! I was so worried! You've been out for a long time!" Rakuen could see the tints of pink, purple and orange playing on the edge of the sky. He really WAS out for a long time. He stared at the shack as Hikana kept hugging him, wandering what just happened.
As the three had to once again settle down for the night, Hikana nor Rakuen couldn't forget what had happened. Hikana didn't understand why she was so worried about the cold boy, and Rakuen didn't care. He wanted to know if that was really his Veronica that he saw, or an imposter.
The latter was correct. Kei-Lin, the dream demon, glared at the girl, Hikana. She could've posessed Rakuen's body and killed Rin once and for all if she hadn't interferred. It looked as if she would have to take out the hanyou's daughter first.
Kei-Lin was back, as long as lust and desire exsisted in men's hearts, so would she.
A/N: well, how was it? I'm sorry for bringin back a villian I had already used, but it adds more substance to the story, ne?
Please review, I love you all and thank you for the nice nice reviews, even though I've been a rather lazy author! ^^;