Disclaimer: Hey! New story! I don't own RK and co. but I do own all the other characters! Here ya go! Enjoy!

Summary: Is it possible to love someone you've never met? Kaoru is a college student majoring in art. She has the perfect life: beauty, popularity, and boyfriends. The last thing she has on her mind is true love, but when the man she had dreamed of for three years actually comes to her college things change. For instance, how could things ever be the same when the gumi find out they are reincarnations!

Chapter 1: The Man In My Dream

Kaoru's POV:

Violet eyes and red hair. He was truly a sight to behold. His cross-shaped scar in his left cheek made his handsome face look roguish He stood there looking at me with love in his eyes.

"Come on, Kaoru! The water is perfect!" He said waving as he swam in a small lake.

I laughed and jumped in, making sure to splash him well. He was irresistible in his swimming kimono. I swam into his arms and we just floated in each other's embrace.

Normal POV:

"Briiing! Briing!" Kaoru's 'evil' alarm clock's shrill screech echoed inside her tired mind.

"God!" She grumbled as she slammed her hand down on the snooze button. Kaoru wrestled herself free of her black comforter with dragons on it.

"I hate morning." She complained as she walked down the dorm hallway to the girl's shower room.

Kaoru looked at herself in the mirror. Her crystal blue eyes shone tiredness. Her long raven black hair was glossy and messed up.

She was taking a shower and tried to wake up when the boys decided to take their annual girl's washroom raid.

The frat boys all charged into the girl's shower room but ran out as Kaoru whacked all of them on the head with her magic bokken. (It appears out of nowhere!)

"And don't let me catch you again!" She yelled after them. She showered and dressed, and feeling truly inspired, went to her dorm room to draw.

Kaoru grabbed a canvas and a charcoal pencil. Slowly she traced two eyes, then a complete face. It was a boy, with long hair that was tied at the nape of his neck with a leather string. He had a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. She started to draw his neck and the top of his clothes when her stomach growled from lack of nourishment.

"Ach! Why now? I'll just finish his clothes then I'll go eat." She bargained with her stomach. Kaoru finished tracing the gi and ran to get some food.

She stopped at WacDonald's and drove straight back. (A.N. if you've read my other fics, just try and guess what her car looks like!)

"Hmm…I think I'll paint you." She said, staring at the black and white smiling face.

"Who's that? He's cute!" Kaoru's hyper roommate, Misao, said as she peeked over Kaoru's shoulder.

"That man I always dream about. He inspired me for my assignment." She explained as she started to paint his hair a brilliant shade of red.

"Oh. Cool." Misao sighed but perked up as she noticed a bacon, egg, and cheese WacMuffin on the coffee table.

"Mine!" She cheered as she lunged for it.

Kaoru shook her head and laughed. Then she colored in the strange man's eyes. A beautiful violet with almost unnoticeable golden specks.

Kaoru finished painting the handsome man after about two hours and a drying time of one. She picked it up and bid her friend goodbye as she headed to portrait class.

Her teacher, Ms. London, assigned them to paint a portrait of someone that made them feel special. Kaoru had a lot of people that made her feel special, but this guy made her feel like she was on a cloud. Even if he was fake, he was the best person and the only one that gave her inspiration.

"Now, class! Let us see who affects you enough to star in your painting." Ms. London said in her heavily accented voice. She was an old woman with an air of importance around her. She was French and resembled a horse a little.

"Lady Kaoru! My most promising student! Grace us with your painting." She commanded.

Kaoru stood and smiled as she placed the portrait on the easel. "This man is the one that makes me feel important."

Ms. London looked at the painting with interest and pleasure. "Very nice. And a beautiful man at that. And the dojo behind him makes a great background. He is indeed a work of art. Who is this young man?"

Kaoru closed her eyes and searched through her memories of the dreams with him, but no name came to mind. "I don't know his name, or if he is even real."

Ms. London looked at her and frowned slightly. "But, dear Kaoru, the assignment was to paint a person, not a fantasy man."

"He is a person. To me, he is the dearest person to me. I know he was real once." Kaoru objected.

Ms. London smiled fondly and her hard eyes softened for a moment. "Exactly. That is the kind of emotion I want from all of you! Thank you, Lady Kaoru."

Kaoru smiled as she received an A+ for her work.

"One question, though. Every great portrait has a title, what's yours? I need it for the grade." Ms. London asked softly.

"Hmm…the title of the painting is 'Once Upon A Dream'." Kaoru said with a grin.

"Very well." With that, the class was dismissed.

"So Kaoru! Come to dinner! Aoshi, Sano, Megumi, and I are going to the Akabeko!" Misao said jumping up and getting into a blue and pink kimono, with shorts instead of the hakama, with a huge bow. She had her long black hair back in a braid. The Akabeko was the most popular restaurant in all of Tokyo. The thing was you had to be in traditional kimonos.

Kaoru grinned and put on her blue kimono. It had pink sakura petals all the way around it. It had a light pink obi and a light pink woven rope that dangled from around the waist.

They all arrived in time to be seated just before the rush hour of dinnertime traffic.

"May I take your order?" a small petite young woman asked kindly. "Oh, Kaoru-san, minna-sans! The regular?" She asked when she noticed who they were.

"Yup. Regulars all around! Thanks Tsubame" Sano said happily. He wrapped his arm around Megumi, who flipped her long raven hair behind her back and snuggled with him.

"Yo, sis! Got a guy yet? 'Cause I have a friend who's dying to meet you. He just transferred to Tokyo U." Sano said to his dear younger sister, Kaoru.

"I don't blind date! You know that!" Kaoru told him haughtily. Sano shrugged and dug into the food as it arrived, via Tsubame.

The gumi enjoyed their meal and went home to catch some z's.

Kaoru waited till Misao was sleeping happily, dreaming of Aoshi no doubt, before pulling out her portrait of the mysterious man in her dreams. She carefully hung it above her bed.

"Good night, my samurai of dreams." She whispered before turning out the lights and laying down to dream of the samurai with purple eyes.

Fin

The chappie is done! Well what didya think? Be brutally honest! I just thought of this idea and ain't sure about it. But if I get 4 good reviews I may!

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