Forgive me.
No, this story was never abandoned, I finished it. This story was originally finished on June 23, 2010 but due to my own stupidity I accidentally replaced the 4th and final chapter around July 2011. I originally wanted to replace a chapter of "Sesshomaru Ante Iam" but I replaced the wrong thing. I no longer had any copy of it, except for what I had written by hand in my notebook.
I asked anyone who reviewed the 4th chapter if they had a copy, and it was "no, sorry" all around. I've been really nervous about rewriting this chapter…
I felt a very strong pang of guilt whenever someone reviewed and/or faved this story after the deletion, but at last here it is again.
I am so sorry.
*Roooaarrr!* *Graaah!* *Shluck!* *Kyeeh!* *Shlack!* *Groooahh!* *Shlurk!* *Raaah!* *Shluck!*
A knee falls to the ground, *Pant, pant, pant* "Damn it!"
Sesshōmaru is on his right knee. He looks to be 16-years-old. His hair is past his shoulders, mid-back. He has on a white kimono with large red floral patters at the left shoulder, collar, and sleeves; fur on his right shoulder. Black armor: the cuirass is broken off at the top; four tassets; it's tied by a blue sash and at the end's tips are two bands of yellow. Ankle-high, black boots; and at the left side of his waist is a blue-hilted, red-hand guarded sword within a black sheath.
His sleeve-torn, bloody right hand grips his bloody left shoulder. A little below his collarbone is a puncture of about 3-4 inches (7-10 cm) in diameter, but it doesn't go through. He has a large gash across his right forearm. Blood flows down to his right hand. There is a cut on his face: it starts a little below the inner corner of his left eye and continues diagonally to his jaw line.
All around him are demons, dozens of them. They're closing in.
Damn… they've only been able to inflict four wounds on me, but… He moves his right hand and puts it over the gaping hole he has in the middle of his thigh. But the attacks that were able to make contact caused a lot of damage.
A demon flies to Sesshōmaru, he lifts his left hand and cuts it down. *Shluck!*
I can't move as well. He grips his leg. They managed to completely break my thigh bone in half.
He shakily pushes himself up. The demons close in. He lifts his right hand and starting from his left side sweeps his Whip of Light in a semi-circle in front of him.
*Gaah!* *Kyaah!* Pieces of flesh fall in the grass.
There are still more of them. Sesshōmaru moves his body back, but then he feels a surging hot pain shoot from his leg and he falls down again on his right knee, "Ggh!"
The other demons come closer. Sesshōmaru lifts his hand in front of him, claws cracking. Damn-
*Roooarrr!* *Graah!* *Groooahhh!*
A demon opens its large jaws and another spreads its claws – Slice! with an uppercut – Slice! to his right side – the demons fall.
Sesshōmaru sees through the corner of his eye an enormous 10 foot beast charge toward him. He grabs the sheath of his sword near the hilt; with his right hand picks up his leg from under the knee and thrust his body to the left thus missing the demon's charge.
He rolls on the ground as that other demon crashes into the dirt. Sesshōmaru lands face down but he pushes himself up with his hands - *Graah!*
He looks ahead of him – damn it! More!
Sesshōmaru sits back, his right hand grabbing and lifting his left- Hold!
His palms face the demon, "Die!" A green-purple spray fiercely disperses from his hands leaving behind dissolved lumps of flesh in its wake.
Sesshōmaru's left hand grabs his left knee and he forces himself back onto his feet- How much longer can I keep this up?
*Skree!*
He looks to his right, raises his arm and the tip of his whip runs through it. He then begins flogging at the rest *whi—ip!* *Gyah!*
The whip retracts into his fingers- *huff huff huff*
"Just a little more!"
"We're wearing him down!"
"Grr, I'm not going to die…" Come on, just hang on.
*Rooarrr!* He slashes at the demon and another and he sees another at his side try to attack. His eyes widen… everything's blue.
He squints; closing his eyes hard and opens them again.
It's dead – destroyed.
*RAAWR…*
He and the other demons look at the dark, cloudy, thundering sky. Within it all is a brown beast with gray flowing clouds at its feet. It has two heads – each exuding electrical energy from its fang-filled mouth.
What…?
The beast swiftly swoops down and lands with fierce thud in front of Sesshōmaru. Both open their mouths and roar as dragons.
The right head then fires blue lightning from its jaws and destroys the front line of demons within its circumference. The dragons then turn its heads toward Sesshōmaru and lowers itself to the ground. The left head grunts and the right one swings its head to its own back.
Sesshōmaru's eyes widen and he slowly shakes his head in disbelief.
*Grooaarr!* *Kya-aah!*
All four yellow eyes look at Sesshōmaru with urgency, they grunt again, but he still doesn't move, no – he can't move.
Other demons fill in the spots of the ones destroyed; Sesshōmaru looks over at them. The dragons then, while still low to the ground, lunge themselves under Sesshōmaru knocking the wind out of him, and fly into the air.
As they fly high into the sky a slumped over Sesshōmaru with his head and arms hanging off its left and his legs off its right, lifts his head up, "Wh-what are – why are – gh."
With his right hand he grabs the fork of the dragons' necks pulling himself until his own head is with the dragons and his feet to its tail. Both heads look back at him.
"Why did you do that? Where are you taking me?"
The right head turns its neck as far back as it can, putting his muzzle right in front of Sesshōmaru's face, huffing from its nostrils and emitting an internal growl-like croon.
Sesshōmaru's blood-stained, weary face slowly expresses surprised realization, "You – your-"
^^Partially under an uprooted bush was a small reptile – no bigger than a cat…. it's all bloody and…has two heads? ... the little thing looked up at him and cried^^
He slowly returns his right hand toward his body and lowers his head, "Oh… I see now…" he lets his right hand hang off the dragon's side like the rest of his limbs and lays that side of his face in between the creatures' shoulder-blades.
The right head returns his neck to look forward again and looks at the left head who nods.
Sesshōmaru, "A life for a life."
They both looks at him, but Sesshōmaru doesn't, "You're going to take me to my home, aren't you?"
They grumble 'yes.'
"Don't bother."
*Ggn?*
"Just… take me somewhere by water, under a tree, alright?"
The left head looks worriedly at the right head, but he nods and they begin to looks around for a source of water. The whole time their injured company stays quiet as they search.
*Nngh!* They turn to the left and begin to descend. They land under a good-sized tree by a rather calm river. They completely lean down very close to the tree, with their haunches closer and very gently lean to the right, but their former savior still falls back onto the trunk.
The dragon quickly spins around and the left head nears his muzzle to Sesshōmaru' face for reassurance, but before he made contact Sesshōmaru swiftly raised his right arm sharply hitting the dragon on the nose with the back of his hand.
The left one flinches back and the right one groans at Sesshōmaru who is glaring back… it's quite an exhausted glare but… in his eyes… there's something in them.
Before the left one can open his mouth- "Go away."
*Nngh?* They both gently scold him with a soft roar and stand with more authority. The right head motions with its head to leave. The man, Dad, he has to go to him so he can make Sesshōmaru better again. He must be worried… ^^The man showed an expression of concern… the outer corners of the man's eyes lowered and he presented a faint smile… still see the pain etched in his face from having to see his child hurt…^^
Come on – "Don't bother."
*Grooo…*
His eyes narrow, "There's nothing to go back to."
They fall silent… they lower their heads to him. What was that supposed to mean…? *Nyaah?*
He closes his eyes, "Father's gone."
Gone…? Gone? What, what – he's gone… ^^"Oh, you're awake?" he smiled warmly, "That's good"… He put his right hand gently on the left head, "You're going to be okay."^^
How can he be-? ^^He put his right hand behind him and placed it on Sesshōmaru's head^^
No! He can't – not ^^Taishō closed his left eye, "You have to keep this secret, 'kay?"… Taishō was kneeling by them, smiling "You're all better now."^^
They let out a series of short cries but then hush. The left head tries to nudge Sesshōmaru to comfort him, realizing how he must feel. He barely even brushes against Sesshōmaru's jaws…
"Don't touch me!"
They draw back stunned. Sesshōmaru's voice… it sounds deeper – no. That's not it… he sounds harsher – colder…
They stare at him. Oh no… etched into the face they see, it's… ^^He walked over to his father, knelt, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders…closed his eyes and buried his face into him… Sesshōmaru had his hand on his father's… Taishō wrapped his arms around Sesshōmaru's shoulders and brought him to his chest, "stop fretting!"… The boy lifted his right forearm, extending his fingers out to his father's face. The boy just closed his eyes, still smiling… Sesshōmaru rested his hands on his knees, tilted his head to the side and waited upon his father in serene patience… Cherry-red, he pressed his arms to his sides, forearms stiff, "Stop calling me adorable!"… "Bye-bye." ^^ – completely deprived of any attachment… and miserable.
"Leave. You don't need to be here. I'll be fine without your help."
The dragon lies down and settles himself between Sesshōmaru and the river. He turns to them, "Why are you still here? You've repaid your debt to me. You can go."
*gnnn* They settles themselves more.
He turns his head back, "Fine. Do what you wish," then he closes his eyes.
The dragons close their eyes. He's gone… he's dead…
~~Later~~
Sesshōmaru opens his eyes and turns his head to the right at the dragon. The dragon is standing in the river, both heads lowered, staring down.
"I told you – leave."
The dragon don't even turn his heads. Then the right one quickly puts his head in the water, and the left one does the same. Both heads come up: the right has nothing, but the left one has a fish in its mouth. They get back on the bank and walk over to Sesshōmaru.
*nrrr* The left head sets the fish down near Sesshōmaru's right hand and pushes it gently with his muzzle.
"I don't need your pity."
They look at him; he has his gaze fixed forward. Their ears flatten against their heads, and then they look at the fish again. Sesshōmaru's hand is fingering toward it!
Their ears perk up again. The tips of his fingers are on it then…
*hssss* They see the fish dissolve into bones.
Their eyes widen and Sesshōmaru's fingers curl back into his palm, "That will be you if you continue trying to touch me."
They stare at him. He didn't even look at them when he said that, and he said it so calmly too.
They go stand at the river's edge and both dip their mouths into it, seems as though they're drinking. They lift their heads and go over to Sesshōmaru again.
The left head hangs over Sesshōmaru's right leg, then opens his mouth just a little letting water trickle out.
He flinches and closes an eye in pain, pressing his teeth together, "What are you – nng."
The left one runs out so the right head takes over and does the same. Midway through this, the right head feels a hand on the left side of its face – he's pushed back. When he glances over to see Sesshōmaru he sees red eyes…
Sesshōmaru glowers at them with demon eyes and growls low, "What don't you understand!" he says with sharp teeth, "Get the hell away from here!" and with another push, makes the dragon fall onto its side.
Sesshōmaru falls back on the tree while the dragons take in what he just did – what he's now capable of.
They resettle themselves, but they continue to hear a low and steady growling.
~~The next day; dusk~~
The dragon sits at Sesshōmaru's feet, a little to his right.
Sesshōmaru is asleep. The gash on his face is virtually gone, but his face is still stained with blood. They look at his shoulder and leg: still wounded, and the arm is halfway there.
Sesshōmaru wakes up, his eyelids half lowered.
*nnrrr* Their ears flicker and they tilt their heads repeatedly.
"Nn, I don't want to figure out what you're trying to tell me."
They throw heir heads to the sky over and over again, and then they seem to 'hug' each other's neck with their on and throw their heads to the horizon- *gnn?*
Sesshōmaru speaks in a tone that sounds half out of it, "I don't really have anywhere to go back to."
The dragons start grumbling short barks in protest.
"I'm a great lord now… I own this land… and I do have a grand estate…" the corners of his mouth lower, "But… I'm technically the head of my clan too…" he gives a faint smirk, scoffs, "Everyone in my clan is dead."
He raises his gaze a little, "When you met me, my family was already very small… and everyone has died one by one until it was just me and Father… and then he died too."
He tilts his head back and vaguely stares at the leaves, "Hmph, I have no clan to be head of…"
The dragon lifts its upper body up as Sesshōmaru lowers his eyelids until they're scarcely open, "Everyone's gone… everyone is dead…"
~~Two and half days later~~
The dragon paces in front of Sesshōmaru who has healed except for the leg. It would take longer: the thigh bone is the strongest and hardest bone in the body; it takes far longer for that to heal if it breaks completely.
"Stop that. It's annoying."
They stop and stare at him. He's conscious and alert now, "I don't understand why you're still here. As you can see, I'm mostly healed. Isn't that what you wanted? To make sure I survive my injuries? Well, I have."
They sit by Sesshōmaru's right leg, facing him.
"I should be able to walk by tomorrow. You can go. Leave."
They continue to look at him. ^^"I have no clan to be head of… Everyone's gone… everyone is dead…"^^ They growl in disagreement and shake their heads.
Sesshōmaru pouts a little, "Nnn… Huh."
~~The next day~~
The dragons wake up and see Sesshōmaru with the palms his hands on the tree pushing himself back onto his feet.
*Gghh!* The right one presses his head against Sesshōmaru's stomach and the left one presses his head on Sesshōmaru's right shoulder.
"Get away from me!" Sesshōmaru pulls his right arm away, "I'm fine." He stands before them without support, but he's still stained with blood.
The dragon fully stands also. The tops of their heads reach his shoulder. They notice he's taller; Sesshōmaru is about 5'7''/170 cm now.
They look at each other for awhile and then Sesshōmaru turns around and begins to walk away.
*Groou!*
He stops, "Do you want to follow me?"
They take a few steps toward him and breathe out from their noses in approval.
Sesshōmaru turns half-way toward them, "Fine then. Follow me, if that is what you want."
The dragon walks over to Sesshōmaru, and kneels to offer him a ride.
"Alright," Sesshōmaru straddles their back and grabs hold of their dark blue-green manes, "Fly."
They nod and push themselves off the ground. When they're in the sky, Sesshōmaru tells them, "Go to the left."
They continue in that direction, deviate north a little, and then he tells them to land. It looks like some sort of outpost, but a very fancy and well taken care of one. A dozen servants appear and rush over to them as Sesshōmaru gets off the dragon.
"Sesshōmaru-sama!"
"Sesshōmaru-sama!"
"What happened to you?"
"Do you need treatment?"
"No, I'm fine. I just need to clean myself up and change."
"Yes, sir."
"Right away m'lord!"
Sesshōmaru turns to look at the dragon, "Wait."
"Uh…yes?"
"Take care of him, and give it a saddle as well."
"Y-yes, Lord Sesshōmaru."
He walks away- *Naah!*
"I'll come back. You wait."
Some of the larger, more muscular and animal-like servants gather around the dragon and guide him to another location.
~~Dusk~~
The dragons are eating some delicious greens outside a door. Then two fierce-looking servants show up holding something metallic and leathery.
"Get up."
They do, and then they begin to strap that thing on, it must be a 'saddle.' They also put something across the front of their chest. Then they grab their necks and slip on other thin, brown straps onto their mouths, and attach some other cup-shaped, black metal things to the straps.
"Should we muzzle them right now?"
"Nah, just store them somewhere else for now. Lord Sesshōmaru can do it."
They leave when they're done.
The two heads looks at each other. Huh.
*Kl-kl-klack*
They look at the door. It's Sesshōmaru, but he looks different. He's clean.
He steps onto the grass with black, ankle-high boots. He's holding that sword in his left hand. The pattern on Sesshōmaru's kimono now consists of a six-petaled white flower within a red hexagon grouped into threes. His armor is fixed: it's black and at the top it's gray with two spikes in the front and red tassels at the sides; on the left side is a gray, spiked, yet thin in width, cauldron, while on the right shoulder he wears fur. At his waist is a yellow sash with one end and a loop at each hip; the bow and tip of the end has a purple river patter on it.
"Are you ready to go?" Sesshōmaru slips the sword into his sash at the left side. Sesshōmaru puts his foot in the stirrups, grabs the ball at the front of the saddle, pulls himself up and swings his left leg over and mounts the dragon.
They nod.
Sesshōmaru grabs the reigns, "Let's go then."
He lifts the reigns and gives them a snap.
"Ah-Un. Ah-Un. Wake up, Ah-Un."
Their eyes quiver, blink open, oh, it's Rin.
"Ah-Un, wake up, it's time for us to go."
They open their eyes and lift their heads up and stretch their necks.
"Everyone's leaving," Rin puts her hands on the dragon, "Come on, get up."
"Good-bye Ane-ue!"
Ah-Un looks over at Kohaku who is waving farewell to his sister. Inuyasha's walking over to where she is, as is Kagome. Already by Sango's side is Kilala, Shippō, and Miroku.
"Take care of yourself Kohaku."
"Kohaku-kun, hope to see you again soon."
"Keh, let's go already!"
A frumpy Jaken crosses his arms, "Good riddance!"
They look over to their right and there, there is Sesshōmaru…
He still looks asleep. They get up, walk over to Sesshōmaru's left side and the right one puts his head behind Sesshōmaru's left shoulder while the left one presses his head to Sesshōmaru's collar.
He opens his eyes and swats at them with his hand, "Ah-Un, stop that."
Ah-Un… right, that's their name now.
They step away as Sesshōmaru stands up and looks over to Inuyasha's group. They look up at him. He's gotten taller since then, about 5'10''/178 cm now, but then so have they. He begins to walk away.
Jaken, "Oh! W-we're leaving?"
"What does it look like, Jaken?"
"O-o-oh! Y-yes, my lord!" he spins around, "What are you standing around for? Kohaku! Rin! Ah-Un! Let's go!"
Rin and Kohaku nod and run over to his side, but Ah-Un stays behind, staring, staring at Sesshōmaru as he walks away.
Jaken stops and yells at them, "You! Ah-Un, what's taking so long?" he goes over to Ah-Un and tugs at the reigns, "Come on… let's go!"
But their not budging, then Jaken falls back - *bloop* he leaps back up, "Come on! Move it, you stupid – gah!" They've stepped on Jaken.
Sesshōmaru, "Let's go, Ah-Un."
They begin to walk and Jaken, still squashed in the dirt, "Why doesn't he listen to me?"
Stupid, annoying, ugly, green little thing. What does he know anyway? About anything? By the time the green thing came around, Sesshōmaru – the one they knew – was gone.
^^Blushing, nervous twitches, affection…^^
They had noticed, that's there two sides, actually more like were, two sides to the boy. The mean, cool-headed, merciless icy one with a temper that would flare up, and then there was – I liked the old one better – Wait. Why are you interrupting? – Oh shut up, just saying I liked the affectionate and nervous, cherry-colored, spazzy-mess one better – I'm, I'm trying to make a point about that right now. What, what does Rin call you? Ah? – No, that's you moron. I'm Un. But you got her name right. – Well… that's 'cause I like her better than you. – Gasp! How, how dare you? Fine. Go back to your reflective and insightful narration about Sesshōmaru! – Fine. Good. I will! Okay, yeah, what he said earlier about the spazzy-mess-Sesshōmaru…
That one would smile and laugh, and he really was funny to watch.
They stare at Sesshōmaru's waist – right there, between his last rib and the stripes: the jackpot spot. Well… they can't imagine anyone having the nerve to tickle him now, let alone so low.
As they stared at his waist they noticed the empty sleeve flapping around. Right… a lot has happened… a lot has changed… a lot is different…
When they first met him, he had this cold front. ^^"Fine then, die."… "Watch it. I could break your little necks if I wanted."^^ He spoke so matter-of-factly, but Dad… Dad made that all go away. He'd start blushing and freaking out and showing humility, and smile, even laugh.
^^"stop fretting!"… "H-help! Ahhahaha – hah! Don't just ssssit there, *gasps* doing nothing!"^^
By the first week, Dad made that cold composure of his completely shatter. ^^"Travel through the bushes and stay out of larger demon's sights… Bye-bye."^^
When they saw him again, all those warm feelings were replaced – gone. ^^"Get away from me!"^^
As time passed on, they saw him become colder and colder. Emotions eroded away… but even them some emotions sill showed. On some nights, Ah-Un would look over at Sesshōmaru, and it'd seem as though he was having a bad dream… and when he'd awaken, he would look sad and lonely.
He still had outbursts of anger and frustration, but over time, even these expressions showed less and less. They remembered when he would kill: he would hold his victim in the air by the neck, they would beg for mercy and then – he'd kill them – snap their necks, or even rip them apart, or even leave them there to suffer and die on their own.
Every year his face showed less feeling. When Ah-Un tried to protest his actions- ^^"I'll rip you apart if you don't become quiet."^^ He said it with such unnatural coldness, and as they followed behind him, they reflected on that old him – how could he say that?
They came to realize that an ice crept over his heart constantly. When they met him he was nonchalant and homicidal because he had been away, but his father made that ice chip away, then shattering to reveal a very devoted, affectionate, and nervous Sesshōmaru. He kept it away, but after he died, after everyone in Sesshōmaru's family died… there was nothing to stop it. It took over.
This process was still happening when they were reunited with him. His grief and resentment kept some of it away, but year by year it crept more and more and more. He became colder, crueler… as far as Ah-Un was concerned they had been watching Sesshōmaru die.
They watched him die until "he" was almost gone, but even they saw that the coldness hadn't encompassed his whole heart, it never would. There was still a part of him that felt anger and resentment, a grief cut deep into his heart, enough so that it'd never go away. They made the connection: for him to still be able to feel such strong emotions he must have loved – there's still some love in there. A love so profound that he'll never let go of those feelings of anger over how he died, and resentment over the cause, of grief over the loss.
In the dead of winter nights they'd swear to have seen sadness cross his face. When one speaks ill of his father that anger will flare up, and that sword… It took decades until they knew what it was.
Tenseiga, a sword forged from his father's fang. They noticed he never used it, but that he always had it by his side. Only much later did they find out that it could not cut, it could not kill. Why would he keep such a blade? It was useless to him. So why…?
It dawned on them, the reason was so simple: it was a memento of his father. That's the only reason why he kept it for all these centuries. ^^"Are you leaving?"^^
Ah-Un looks up at Sesshōmaru's face. Nothing.
"Lord Sesshōmaru?"
His eyes flicker.
Rin asks him a question and Ah-Un stares on.
Yes – her. They see something, something in his eyes when she's by him. They could swear that some feeling want to show through. No one knows, but Kohaku told them about what happened in the Meidō. It's not like he hasn't demonstrated that protective behavior before.
The girl, Rin, she's having an effect. Yes, maybe, maybe she'll bring back his smile – a smile out of affection, happiness, love, not that smirk of cruelty.
They wish, but Rin probably won't be able to bring back the spazzy, blushing mess Sesshōmaru. Sigh, no… for that to happen Sesshōmaru has to admire someone who he sees as his superior. Sigh…
They look at Kohaku. He's getting softer – a little. Okay, like a lick and it's limited – really limited – apparently to kids? Maybe his little brother? Yeah… his brother…
If his father was still alive to keep the ice away… would he have been so horrifyingly terrible to him…?
They hang their heads. He's dead- ^^Sesshōmaru smiled faintly^^ -he's gone… that Sesshōmaru died with him a long time ago.
"Ah-Un, what's wrong?"
They look up. Rin's looking back at them with her big, sweet, innocent eyes.
Right, despite traveling with Sesshōmaru for so long, they didn't have a name until she came along.
*Nrrr!* They stick their necks up high with their muzzles pointing to the sky, and give a powerful nod.
She giggles, "That's good! I was getting worried."
She doesn't remind them of Sesshōmaru, only in the fact that their absolutely devoted and obsessed with being around their 'dads.' She doesn't turn various shades of red every two minutes, or get nervous, or freak-out with flailing arms, no. She's just really cute all her own.
Heehee- ^^"But… you are adorable!"^^ Gotta admit, he was too. Heehee, and he was funny to watch.
If anything, she reminds them more of Dad. All nice and caring and loving and happy and stuff. Hm, they think that Rin would've really liked the Sesshōmaru they knew.
They look at her, and see Rin run over to walk by Sesshōmaru's side. She looks up at him, eyes big, and Sesshōmaru looks down at her. For a moment, they're looking into each other's eyes. Then Rin's face beams and Sesshōmaru blinks then looks ahead.
There was something just now. And Rin, she just has a huge smile on her face because Sesshōmaru lets her walk by him. There's some silent-mutual-(psychic?)-bond going on between them.
Jaken can never get that, but then there are times when it seems like Sesshōmaru knows when Jaken's thinking badly of him – nah, that's something else.
Ah-Un looks at Rin and Sesshōmaru.
Yeah… maybe she'll make Sesshōmaru smile again, smile because he's happy, out of affection, out of love. Yes, she just might.
^^Taishō smiled warmly… Sesshōmaru says "Bye-bye."^^
Yes, bye-bye… they gaze up at the clouds.
Yeah… right before they left, when Sesshōmaru said "Bye-bye," the last time they saw him, yes, yes it was there.
If one was distracted, they would've missed it… ^^Black ankle-high boots; white poofy-hakama; short, close-fitting, black kimono with autumn leaves on the sleeves and on the left shoulder; short, neck-length white hair; blue crescent moon on the forehead; two thin magenta stripes on both cheeks; red lines on the upper eyelids; and yellow eyes…
They stared at him…
He half closed his eyes and smiled, faintly, but it was there, "Bye-bye."^^
He smiled… at them… - Are you sure? – Yeah, I am. – Really? – Yes, he smiled. Were you distracted? – I was walking. – Sigh. Yes. He did.
He smiled…
The dream had to end...
for a new one to begin.