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Chapter 2.
"Our Truest life is when we are in dreams awake"~Henry David.
They say that dreams are the key that hold the gateway to our future, ones that show us the way onto the right path in many walks of life. For me, I found those types of sayings completely foolish for I never believed in such baloney. However, the hands that reach towards your way, to hold, to touch, to savor that warm feeling, want you to follow through the obstacles that will show you what to expect when to expect them as well and I couldn't turn back on the offer that was given. Callous yet warm strong hands that held onto my small slightly cold one took their time to tug me along as I could feel the wind beneath my body; despite the bone chilling bitterness, I didn't feel an ounce of freezing temperature go through me as if the unknown figure who stood right in front of me knew where they were going.
I wanted to ask, or even just shout, but the words just couldn't come out, it was as if I was in a trance state that I couldn't wake up from; despite the figure not even looking back to see and make sure that I was okay. I couldn't even speak. He stood at about 5'11 closer to 6 feet tall since I stood right next to him, but no matter how I tried to look up towards him, his face was covered by his long onyx hair that slightly flew in the wind as if it was protecting him from clear sight.
I wanted to stop walking just to take a little look, to seize all and just admire him but the hand stayed firmly within my grasp indicating me that there was no time to stop. Finally, I could see a light that was not too far away from wherever we were coming from as it got closer and closer...
Netto had no idea how long he had been asleep for as his eyes slowly but surely opened only halfway while trying to fight off the unnecessary blurriness soon adjusting his sight but quickly closed them back right away for the sun had gotten onto his face no sooner diving into the heavy quilt to shield himself. However, the moment of peacefulness was instantly shattered by Rockman who repeatedly yelled to his Operator to get up and he was not going to stop until the stubborn boy would listen.
/Argh! Rockman! Would you shut up already!? I'm trying to go back to sleep here thank you very much!/
The little blue Navi only crossed his arms giving him a stern look in return quite immune to his little brother's attitude of wanting to sleep for an extra 15 minutes to an hour or two, but he wasn't going to have any of that. /Well then, if you weren't so oblivious, you would know that we are not in your room at all! Just look around and tell me what you see./
Giving up with arguing, the brunette did just that his annoyed expression quickly diminishing with a look of surprise instead. The elder twin was right, this wasn't his room nor was this his house! The bed he was on was a full Masterbed to be exact with matching black pillows along with the large black blanket that he had taken advantage to snuggle in. The walls were a cream color that was decorated with picture frames of... that sent the Hikari boy's brown eyes to widen like saucers! He was in the Master bedroom of none other than Barrel the Immortal!
"But how? He's dead...could it have been him that brought me here? It can't be, it just can't be..." He soon placed his hand in his wild untamed hair quickly realizing that his hair scarf had been taken off and placed over a chair nearby along with his orange vest. He soon got out of the bed seeing his black sock covered feet as heat pooled onto his cheeks imagining that the elder former commander had the decency to remove his sneakers even which was just a little too much for him to take at once; he nearly lost his step along with the growling of his stomach that indicated him to know how hungry he was soon remembering that he didn't touch any of his dinner last night. The blue bomber giggled at the distressed look on his NetOp's face as it soon blushed a bright crimson who then told him once more to shut up and that it wasn't funny at all.
Suddenly, a delicious smell then went through in the air. It inflamed within his nostrils as he could feel his mouth starting to water as well. Gently opening the bedroom door that lead him downstairs, he then came in contact with the kitchen that seeing the back of the Netopian male from the entryway up close as he could tell that he was busy at work at the stove with a spatula in hand flipping some sweet smelling blueberry pancakes. He quietly giggled witnessing him in a lavender apron while keeping on the same attire that consisted of his light grey long sleeve shirt, a pair of black pants, along with his house slippers that replaced his black sneakers. The pre-adolescent boy grew even more surprised surveying him up and down wondering if this was actually a dream and that he would wake up any minute now.
He then pinched himself. He was definitely awake. All different types of questions were swimming around in his head like dozens of fish. But...how on Earth could he still be alive? He was suppose to be old, very old to be exact, and yet, Here he was fit as a fiddle, looking young and vibrant cooking breakfast! He had to calm his beating heart down as much as possible for he didn't want to cause a scene for him to hear as well as having to turn around and see what the commotion was about in the first place.
He then cleared his throat. "G-G-good morning." He muttered out causing the elder to turn towards him giving a soft smile in return causing the younger netbattler to blush a hint of pink. He even stil had that stubble around his mouth area.
"Good Morning Netto."
It wasn't a dream after all...He was here, and he was back...
