Chapter 4: Dreams and Flowers

'True I talk of dreams

Which are the children of an idle brain

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy

Which is as thin as substance as the air.' William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, rain lashing the windows as Kiba dumped a pile of books on the table beside Hige's bed.

"You'd think I'd gone away for a whole year not a week!" Hige exclaimed warily eyeing the pile of books as he put a small marshmellow in his mouth.

"Get used to it... you'll be here a long time..." Kiba replied placidly.

"Aw... Don't ruin my mood... Blue was here a while back, she's still mad with me. She's visiting but only to give me glares" since her soup back fired, he added to him self, smiling at the memory.

Kiba smiled slightly, then froze. The world around him seemed to stop, the other people in the ward were nothing but background even Hige's banter was drowned out as Kiba's ears tuned in to one thing. An entrancing melody, a chanting of wordless song that strummed into beautiful notes. A soft voice was calling him, pulling, commanding him. In a dream like haze he left a stunned Hige who called after "Am I supposed to do this by my self?"

The tune went on leaping from tinkling to sorrowful and Kiba followed it. From ward 23 he entered a corridor. White as paper he followed a path pointed out to him by Yuki what seemed like years ago. He enter No. 27, many of the patients were awake and listening, while some slept. A nurse, that wasn't Yuki sat at the desk, her eyes closed, listening.

But these things barely registered in Kiba's mind because then he saw her. She was sitting in the window seat the light falling on her, illuminating her. She was bright, bright light, almost glowing in Kiba's eyes. Her delicate features were arranged in a serene expression. She looked out the window. The song flowing from her lips caused the very wind out side to blow.

The melody eventually came to a stop breaking Kiba out of his reverie. Then she turned her head and looked straight at him, her eyes unseeing.

She tilted her head and raised a hand motioning with it for Kiba to come closer. He walked forward on hesitant feet. Standing in front of her he found him self in the implacable hold of her crimson eyes.

Cheza smiled and smiled, still standing, framed by the window.

"Kiba" she pronounced. "You came to se this one again!"

Joy radiated from her and happiness exploded inside Kiba he couldn't help but smile and move closer.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked, moving to stand at the window, looking out, his hands in his pockets.

She too looked out the window.

"This one could tell by your breathing, Kiba" she replied "this one can always tell..."

He accepted that without question and turned looking at her and she turned to look back smiling.

Her smile once more took him off-guard. He gapped as his heart began to thud.

"Are you happy Kiba?" She asked suddenly.

When he did not reply she moved closer. Before Kiba had time to react she had her head on his chest, listening. Then she turned up to him and whispered.

"Your heart is happy Kiba, your heart is happy."

And Kiba found that his heart truly was happy but Cheza had not realized that in her eagerness she was very close her face inches from Kiba, her hands resting on his chest.

He took a step back and Cheza lost her balance, tipping forward. He steadied her with his arm.

"Cheza" he simply said, telling her to be careful in one word.

"This one is alright." she replied settling her self back onto the window seat still holding onto his hand.

"This one's heart is happy too" she said holding his hand in both of her white ones.

"But this one's heart is broken."

Then she brought his hand to rest on her chest. Kiba felt the faint irregular heart beat before he hastily withdrew his hand.

"This one's heart is broken, Kiba" she repeated, a sadness creeping into her voice. "Can you fix it? Dr. Cher is trying but this one is still not better..." Cheza bowed her head.

"Cheza" Kiba said once more, distressed by her anguish.

"Your heart will heal" he reassured, though he wasn't sure if they were talking about it physically or metaphorically.

She smiled and looked back up at him, her face shining. "This one know that, now"

Kiba found himself smiling with her.

"This one is trying to help fix it..." Cheza continued. "Will you help this one Kiba?"

"What ever it takes" he smiled at her.

Cheza turned back to the window. "Kiba" She pointed out the window to a few potted plants, pink and yellow flowers danced in the rain.

"This one was talking to the flowers when you came."

"Sing for me as well?"

"You are not a flower..." She giggled.

"But this one shall sing for you too" Cheza took a breath and began to sing.

An enchanting wordless melody that sent all those around into a stupor. As she sang Kiba looked out the window at the rain and flowers.

Unbidden a though came to his mind, like dream in which he wasn't in control.

'I will do what ever it takes, to heal your heart, Cheza...'

Cheza looked at him and smiled, her eyes closing almost as if she had heard him think.

Lilly: I read back over that... And it's quite random... Isn't it? God only knows what I was thinking... When I wrote it... Math's HW probably ... I've got loads to do...(cringe) and english.. and Home.ec... AND FRENCH!! oh french how i loathe thee!

Laurry: It wasn't that random Nee-Chan ... But what the crud was Shakespeare doing in there?!? O.o

Lilly: meh... Don't ask me... How would I know??

Laurry: Uh... You wrote it...

Lilly: Technically 'we' wrote it... Since you are my alter ego who is three...and a boy

Larry: O.O'

Lilly: . Cha... Peoples please review... Me needs it bad!!!! I only ask for 4 reviews...hehe...