Wolf: The first part of this hit me when I was at school. I don't have a lot of friends so I have quite a bit of time to myself. Usually thinking. I was wondering what to do in my fic when I noticed that I hadn't mentioned Kalas and the others. Thinking about Kalas made me think of this.

LM: Right out of the blue huh Wolf.

Wolf: (nods) (blinks and looks around) Say where's DM? Haven't seen her for awhile.

LM: (innocently) Oh! Really? I haven't noticed. I'm sure she'll turn up somewhere. (eyes her room)

Wolf: Uhhh. (creeps away from LM's room where poundings are heard) Disclaimer, right! Wolf from the Hidden Flames does not own Baten Kaitos or any of it's characters. God I hate having to say that very chapter. Now chapter three.

Through My Eyes

Chapter 3 The Dream

It was dark. Complete blackness for miles. Or so that was what it seemed. Kalas couldn't tell if this darkness stretched to unknown lands or if it was as far as the distance of his own feet, one foot to the other. He decided, after what seemed like hours later, that it was miles. He walked until his feet ached, not seeing even a hint of light or anything to convince him he was alone. Finally stopping, Kalas heaved a sigh. Where was he? Looking around at the empty void, he ran a hand through his blue hair, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, without warning, a sharp frightened cry cut through the air like a knife, causing Kalas to put his hands quickly over his ears to try to block out at least a little bit of the painful shriek. He looked up, searching for the creature that had emitted the horrible cry.

A blur. He could barely make out the small form, but whatever it was it was coming straight at him. The creature's form got sharper as it neared him. He could see now that it had four legs and was incredibly small. It's legs were covered in light brown fur, darker at the bottom, like wearing socks. The top of it's body was mostly that light rich color, save for the tips of its ears and tail. It's ears looked as if they had been dipped in dark chocolate and the end of the tail was wrapped in snowy white. It's sharp, small muzzle was topped with a cute black nose and a pair of pale gold eyes were set into it's delicate face. Eyes that were wide and wild with fear. As it ran toward Kalas, a much larger form appeared right behind, massive.

Kalas's eyes widened as the enormous figure charged toward the much smaller one. A desperate cry came from the small creature as it ran toward Kalas, eyes pleading. The massive shape loomed forward, a coat of white draped over it's muscular body. Semi-short legs pounded against the ground on diamond-sharp hooves. Ebony horns were pointed forward on the animal's head, contrasting immensely with the white coat. It's hooves crashed faster on the dark ground, catching up to the small animal who looked over it's shoulder with a scared bark. The light brown creature looked back at Kalas, pleading with it's eyes and voice as it cried at Kalas.

Something in him snapped. He didn't know why he was running. He didn't know what compelled him to help this creature. He didn't why it's frightened face caused a deep dread to arise in him. All he knew as that he had to help. He had to help this creature. Already the massive white giant was nearing the tiny animal.

Kalas ran forward, trying to reach the small furry form before the white beast. So close, he was so close. Almost there, just a few feet. The little thing itself looked relieved as Kalas neared it, increasing it's pace. As he reached his arm toward it, Kalas smiled. Safe, he thought. Nope.

Horns of black rained down on the small body. Kalas skidded to a halt as blood splattered everywhere. It splashed in his face and clothes but he didn't notice. All he did notice was the dieing cry of the animal before him as the giant's horns sunk deeper, embedding themselves in the creature's flesh. Kalas watched rigidly as the animal continued to cry, it's very life essence flowing away from it. The larger animal roared and raised it's head before crashing it to the smaller one again, fresh blood splattering everywhere.

Kalas could only watch as the creature cried again, agony and torture echoing in it's voice as the beast rained it's horns in it's minuscule body again and again. Another horrified cry echoed with it. It screamed along the darkness with the small being's and Kalas realized only vaguely that it was his.

Kalas shot up, his sapphire eyes round and fearful. He looked around, cold sweat running down his body. His eyes gazed frantically at the familiar sight of his room. Four light green walls, a mahogany wardrobe, a desk and drawer, a bedside table, and a large double bed. His eyes fell upon a sleeping form next to him and he smiled. He recognized the golden hair even in the dark. Kalas reached over and gently caressed Xelha's hair lovingly. He sighed and fell back onto the bed.

Shifting over, he wrapped his arms around the dozing blonde's waist. He breathed in her scent of sunflowers and daisies. Strange. She was from the cold city of Wazn and yet she smelled of sunny things.

The dream suddenly came back to him and he shuddered. Tightening his grip on Xelha's waist, he scooted closer, seeking her warmth to calm him. Only a dream. It was only a dream Kalas. Pull yourself together idiot! Xelha promptly gave a soft sigh and turned in Kalas's embrace. He stiffened, wondering if he had woken her from her slumber. He relaxed when he saw that she was still asleep and had only shifted to find a more comfortable position. Smiling, the blue-haired swordsman gave her a light kiss on the forehead, hearing with a note of satisfaction, her soft sigh at the tender gesture. Granted, she was still asleep though. Kalas rested his head on hers and closed his eyes. Just a dream. It was just a dream Kalas.

Trite smirked as he watched the rippling pool on his master's floor. The images on the swordsman and sorceress lay before him, looking completely innocent and unknowing. his eyes glinted madly, with a hint of insanity even, at the sight of the blue-haired one's distress. When the swordsman finally went back to sleep, Trite chuckled darkly. You have no idea what's in store for you. No idea of the pain that awaits you and your 'precious' friends. Just wait and see. Wait and see what I'm going to do to your PATHETIC guardian spirit.

The whip master's thoughts were interrupted when his master waltzed in, smirking through the black hood. Trite blinked. His master was in a good mood. And it was not him who had set his master in this mood. Who had then! Giving a low growl, he approached his master.

"Sir, what are you so glad. You should be scowling, thinking up plans to torture our enemies!" he said, wanting to know the reason why his master actually seemed happy and it was not his doing.

His master gave a cruel smile and replied, "Ah Trite. So this is where you've been. Tsk tsk. Have you been sneaking peeks at the revealing pool again? You are impatient as all ways. Stop thinking about ways to crush your enemies and actually do something about it!" ending the last part with a loud, monstrous growl.

Trite took a step back, knowing full well not to anger his master. "My apologies master. I was just wondering what has caused you to look so glad. Why are you glad, if you don't mind my asking sir?"

The dark figure just gave another cold smile. "All in do time Trite. All in do time."

He walked toward the rippling pool and fixed his evil eyes on it. Immediately, the images of the sleeping Kalas and Xelha disappeared and gave way to another set of figures. The picture of a grinning Katana watching a dancing Yoko played across his face. His eyes flashed with an eerie red gleam, a crazed smile stretching across his sharp features.

Trite watched his master start to laugh and smirked himself. His own eyes were filled with that same red gleam. Walking forward, he joined his master at the pool, snickering at the sight of the two. His eyes fell on Yoko and he blinked. Hoho. Who's this little silver trinket? he thought, lips curling thinly. Judging by the fond look on the brunette, the silver-haired girl was someone close to her. Close to her heart. And any form of pain conflicted to the guardian was enjoying. Trite gave an insane grin as thoughts f what he'd do to the little trinket wound in his head. His master, knowing his thoughts, smirked and gave a hollow laugh.

Trite looked at him and said , "Shall I go play with her master? Or would you rather I send Aeron?"

The dark lord smirked again, "Go send Aeron. I don't want you wasting your strength on a pitiful task such as this. After all, he hasn't failed yet."

Wolf: I'm done! Wow. This chapter didn't turn out like it expected. I had planned to put a little on what had gone on in the school but oh well. For the next chapter I guess.

DM: (hoarsely) Yeah, sure.

Wolf: O.O Whoa! You look horrible. Where'd all the bruises come from?

DM: Let's just say LM is not as innocent as she looks.

Wolf: (eyes LM) What'd you do to her?

LM: (smiles) Nothing. Nothing at all. Oh and DM?

DM: (stiffens) And leave a review. Please? (eyes LM too)