A/N:After my long period of silence, I have finally returned with Chapter XII. And man, what a pain it was to write. I had to go out and find my inspiration; it had hidden itself under a rock –sweatdrops- It seems to enjoy hiding from me. I went out to the park round the back of my house to go and find it, and I ruined my new jeans and came back with a reward of being covered in mud and finishing the opening of Chapter XII. And after reading the new bit of Dejichan4444's story "Just a Guilty Obsession" (which I highly recommend you check out) I was suddenly inspired to keep writing so this chappie is yet another dedicated to… who else than Dejichan4444! She's a brilliant reviewer and an even better author! –grins- Oh sorry, did that embarrass you? My bad : ) And she even helped me out with this Chapter by reading it over for me: ) Thanklies and double chocolate chip muffins (or cookies, whichever) for you: )
Anyway, it is now 19:24 on my computer clock (UK time). I wrote this chapter alone once again. Cia and I split up for Easter Break remember, so I won't see her for another week and I think the story will be finished by then, depending on how many reviews I get and how fast I can update. Mega thanks to Suanne for her brilliant review (as per usual!). If you have an email address or whatever, I can email you the sheet music. My friend was playing it too fast so it shouldn't actually be that fast. And also, I was wondering if you'd mind if I sent you the last chapter before I put it up? Otherwise it might totally suck and I wanted to get your opinion of it first since you are such an expert reviewer : ) I hope that's okay with you.
Well, here it is! The result of all my blood, sweat and tears. The reward for getting my clothes completely muddy. Here is Pure as the Snow Chapter XII!
Pure as the Snow
Chapter XII
To understand a dream, one must first know of its true meaning. Of course, that is that dreams are made to show direction, not truth. Dreams are almost like teleporters to hidden dimensions you didn't even know existed. This dream in particular, was a teleporter to a world which was a reflection of reality, a memory of the past. Or, at least, that is how it appears.
Different people have different perspectives. They see things in different lights. So what may appear obvious to you, may not be so for them. This is exactly the story of the dream world. While it's meaning may be obvious to some, to others it is shrouded in mystery.
Tell me, can you see through the dream?
Typing furiously with all his willpower and inner strength and might, Yuki wrote out the story just as he wanted to tell it.
'IT'S NEW YORK SHUICHI! HE'S TALKING ABOUT NEW YORK! THE EVENT! IT'S THAT EVENT!'
Shuichi blinked. That was definitely his Yuki calling out to him. But which event heavily connected both Kitazawa and Yuki in New York?
… the night Yuki killed Kitazawa.
It was so blindingly obvious. It had been right from the start. How could he possibly have been so dense? Of course that was the event! It was the only event that would possibly connect the two at all! It made perfect sense!
… now the question was, how to heal the snow?
This could take some time…
Yuki growled in frustration. He wished he himself knew how to heal the snow. He didn't even understand what would heal himself, let alone what might possibly heal Kitazawa. Sure, Shuichi was the answer, but there had to be something that he had to do in order to heal the damage. And that "something" was something that Yuki simply didn't know. His fingers suddenly had their own mind back and more words flooded the screen; for the brief moment his will had weakened he had lost all control and once again was held back and forced to watch his lover suffer through his work…
Time suddenly sped up. The snow fell at twice it's usual rate and even the snow falling from the sky was the shade of blood red which he couldn't stand the sight of. The stench got even more lethal, causing him to vomit once again. The world darkened over once again. Kitazawa couldn't actually control what was going on anymore. At the start, he had been able to control the activities in this dream world, but suddenly all the control had slipped through his fingers. Even he, the dead entity himself, was scared now. He fell to his knees. He could feel the overwhelming sadness of the world. He could see the darkness as clear as if it were light. The smell became overpowering and sickening. The cold began to nibble at him, causing him to go numb in places.
He was stuck in some dark place, with no sense of direction in a world where nothing was certain and he had no control.
This was exactly what Shuichi had been feeling all along. How he had felt since the moment he had fully become engulfed by the dream world and stuck in this limbo land he couldn't get out of. Kitazawa could feel not only his own pain, but surely this was the same pain as Shuichi. This was the same fear as Shuichi. And he wondered, what mess had he created? His world had suddenly lost all control…
As the light flooded back into the plains, Kitazawa saw the colours as bright and vivid as real life. As if he were alive. Before he could only see them in the faintest light. But now it was almost like he was alive.
It was like being on the brink of death all over again.
His senses had become sharpened, just like the moment before he died. When he had actually died, things had become fainter. Pain had become harder to feel. Fear had not even been an issue.
Now, Kitazawa actually feared for his after-life.
His eyes scanned the area. The saviour, the one who could save both himself and the one who he had left scars that couldn't heal, was missing amongst the snow. He became frantic. Without that boy, he couldn't move on and they would both remain stuck here. And only the heavens knew what might become of Tokyo…
His fingers paused in mid-type. Tokyo? What was happening to Tokyo? Yuki commanded his body to move to the living room window, and horror struck his face.
The beautiful city of Tokyo, a land of neon lights and never-ending nightlife, was engulfed in darkness. The only splashes of colour around were some faint lights in the distance and the lone star up in the sky which was slowly fading away into the endless night.
He jumped slightly as the electricity in his apartment suddenly went out. Everything went black. He couldn't see anything, except for the glowing light in his study where his laptop was.
The laptop…
It hadn't gone off when the power had just suddenly gone out. That he was thankful for. God knew what might happen to Shuichi and, if he dared say it, Kitazawa if the laptop went off. And as much as he hated Kitazawa, if it could bring his lover back to his arms, he'd help his tormentor in any way he could.
Without his knowing, he found himself back in front of the laptop within mere moments of his last thought, typing once again. His willpower couldn't even take over and allow him to write for himself. Words filled the screen once again.
Kitazawa prayed and prayed for even some little light to guide him to the saviour buried under the snow as the darkness took over the dream world completely. He prayed hard, his eyes closed tightly in concentration. And, even though his eyes were closed, he saw a little light in the darkness. A light that was surely fading fast. Opening his eyes, he trusted his senses to guide him to the light. And as he came in contact with the light, the whole world flooded with light once again.
It was over. He had to tell Shuichi how to heal the snow, or they would surely disappear and become lost in the dream world.
He tried to force the words out of his mouth, but no words came. He clasped his hand over in mouth in shock. He'd lost his voice? Was this the work of the dream world? It had to be. There was no other explanation. The light in his arms began to fade away. He tried to call out but no words came. No… the light…
… was slipping away…
A/N:Hehehehe. Oh the power! But oh no! Poor Shu-chan! He's dying? Well Kitazawa better come up with a plan fast! And what's happening to Tokyo? Why's it all going dark? They've all lost control now…
Now, to summarise the chapter, what's happened is that Kitazawa used to be able to control anything that happened in the dream world, but he's suddenly lost control. And Yuki can't control his fingers either so they're typing exactly what he doesn't want them to type. And, so Shuichi will find out the answers on his own, Kitazawa had become unable to speak. This will all lead up to the finale, Chapter XIII. So that means one more chapter to go! Any more and I don't think it'll be worth reading. Although there will be an epilogue too, which will take place in spring the next year, so we'll just have to wait and see.
Also, to add something extra, I'm not deliberately trying to kill Shuichi. Putting him on the brink of death just makes the whole story seem that much more interesting. But, never fear! Shu-chan won't die! Putting him on the brink of death is the last jigsaw piece before everything before everything becomes clear. Anyway, hope you liked that chapter. It was one helluva a pain to write, and I'm sure some of the words in this aren't actually even real words –sweatdrops- I'm sorry, I just like inventing my own words once in a while. Even though Microsoft Word says that 'teleporter' for instance isn't a real word, I'm sure I've heard it before –shrugs- Oh well. Whatcha gonna do? I think it's a real word, so I'll just go with it.
Anyway, review please! Ja Ne!
- Hikari-kun -
