The dream
"Seiko" A familiar voice echoed
"Seiko"
"Seiko"
"Sister"
This made Seiko open her eyes. She was in the castle, and all of her friends were there too. But, how can this be? She thought. Was it all a dream? No. It was real. This is the dream. But, I don't care. Here, my brother, my precious brother, is alive! "Suzaku!" Seiko exclaimed as she ran towards him and clung to him, as if, by doing that, she could make him real. "I've missed you so much," Seiko whimpered.
"My little sister," he replied, "Seiko."
"What, brother?"
"Why do you seek revenge on that boy?" Suzaku asked her.
"He took all of you away from me, He's the reason you're gone, he… he…" Seiko shed the tears clinging to him now that she thought she had already cried holding his dead body.
Suzaku knelt on the floor, holding his sobbing sister close to him, giving her the comfort she could now only find in her dreams. "Seiko, my dear little sister, everyone has things they have to do, and everyone has things which they are unable to, and they cannot forget, nor forgive themselves. Everyone has a reason for the actions they take, even if their actions cause undesirable effects. I know you want to remember, but forgiving does not mean you have to forget. Yusuke's death will not bring us back, nor will it do anything to ease your pain. You know what it is like to lose those who you love, and you don't want to cause others that kind of pain. I understand you want to blame someone and hurt them, but in the end, the only people anyone ever has to blame for their problems are themselves. Try to understand this Seiko, my sister, and do not seek to harm. Your very name calls you to this; you are forgiveness, my sister, so forgive. I love you, Seiko, my dear sister, I always will. I will be watching you." As Suzaku spoke these words to her, the four began to fade. "Our time together has come to an end. Sayonara, my sister."
"I'd like to see you again," Seiko called after them.
"You will," Suzaku responded, "In your dreams."
"I'll be waiting for you," Seiko called after him, "I'll be here waiting."
In a room in a house in Japan, a girl asleep began to stir, only the black-haired fire Deamon noticed, he was the only one who was not lost in a deep slumber, though the soft rays of morning's first light would soon awaken the sleeping city.