A/N: Listen to this while reading .. watch?v=ZkFoPGRM4t4 (Thanks to my beta katBelle for help!)
DREAM
It was Shion's first time hearing Gnossienne No.1. He was lying down on his bed, lights off, curtains fully open, listening to Nezumi's ipod. Lights from the headlights of the street cars rushing monotonously were creating mysterious beast-like shapes on the wall. They were reminding him a past that he had never lived. The evil-servants of the enemy he had to fight in some kind of heroic quest which he was the hero and certainly, he had to save Nezumi. He laughed at the idea. Such a haunting melody- making me think things like that. Yet, so captivating, thought Shion. Nezumi's taste… There was something wicked about how the music played with the strings of his heart, like a witch inviting him, and he was not hesitating to follow at all. It was then that Shion closed his eyes, and dreamed about a huge fire in the midst of a hidden forest.
A forest, where all of those undesirable creatures, sad and alone, treated as useless remnant of human beings for so long that they forgot who they really were once, all the grotesque characters directly came to a life from a horror book, gathered together. A fire in the middle of the forest. And there in the middle of that fire, stood Nezumi. His hair was dancing with the flames, and his eyes were two grey mercury drops: sharp, yet smooth. He was in the middle of the fire. A fire surrounded by the dark, and the even darker reflections of the occupants of the night. A fire which could not light. He was in the middle of the fire, and all the shadows were kneeling before this fallen angel. An angel who was unable to fly, even quirkier than the fire. The shadows were creating a circle around the fire and praying to the angel for salvation, but none of them dared to touch the fire. The angel's lips were firmly closed, but the trembling of his lower lip was giving away his sadness. How sad to be alone. Alone in the fire. How sad not to be loved. He was looking right into Shion's heart. It was then, Shion decided to walk into the fire, just to hold the hand of the beautiful angel, who he fell in love at first sight. He, without fearing to be burned, walked into the fire with the witch's devilish tune in his mind and held the hands of the angel so tight. It was then the fire died, the angel grew wings, and all the doomed beasts were dismissed from the dark.
It was Shion's first time hearing Gnossienne No.1. What a strange dream, he thought, and touched the replay again.