May woke up at the crack of dawn. She had a restful night, even with all that was stressing her. Mostly likely because she hadn't gotten a full nights rest since the crowning. She had to drag herself out of the comfort of her bed. She didn't want to leave the soft, warm sheets, but she had to see how Lan Fan was. She got up and slowly walk towards the bathroom with a Monday morning attitude.

Ling took a very short time getting ready. Only a quick shower and comb to the hair. He had his traditional, yet casual robe on.

Casual as it gets for an emperor. He thought. The robe was put over his sleeveless black shirt and his black trousers. It was a deep red color with black and white linings, with a simply tie in the back. He had missed the days where he could but on a short yellow jacket and loose linen pants. As he walk out his room, one of his older servants stopped him as she did almost everyday. She quickly fixed his hair and made it look as if he didn't just roll out of bed. She also straighten his robe. She stepped back and bowed her head. Ling gave a light smile and thanked her before rushing to she Lan Fan. In the distance he hear her call

"I hope dear Lan Fan gets well soon. You seem incomplete without her, your majesty."

Ling smirked.

"Rumours are starting to form. Oh well." He said very sarcastic.

As Ling reached Lan Fans room be slowed down his pace and quietly open one of the double door. She was sound asleep when he walked in. He wanted to wake her. To talk to her, to listen to her voice. But he wouldn't dare wake her. Especially not in the restful sleep she was in. Ling look at the time.

I can spend five minutes here, no more. He thought.

He just watched her. It's not everyday she isn't on high alert. Her breathing looked so steady. And her face, look like an angel was sent down from the heavens. But he knew that angel could kill him in an instant.

She rolled in her side exposing her automail. Ling felt a tight knot form in his stomach.

He hated her automail. Her arm could have been saved. They could have made it. She made a sacrifice Ling thought he was too weak to make. And his heart and soul paid the emotional damaged.

One day I swear Lan Fan. You will not protect me. I will protect you. You will be my other half. Ling promised himself.

And with that, he spun around and walked through her hospital doors with a tear forming in his eyes.

May had arrived just 10 minutes after Ling had left. She looked over Lan Fan. But from her viewpoint Lan Fan's sleeping looked odd. Like she was trapped in an endless dream. Her soft white skin was paled and almost cracked. She look as if she were dying on the inside.

It pained May to see Lan Fan like this, but she knew it wouldn't be wise to wake her.

She is probably just weak and need rest. She concluded

May decided to leave Lan Fan alone, and find something productive to do while she slept.

Darkness.

I cannot see anything. Nothing. I have full awareness of my body. Every inch of skin. Every movement of my muscles. But I cannot see.

Where am I?

There! It look like a torch. That means light.

What am I walking on? It's so thick and it makes it hard to step. I can't-

No! No excuses. Get to the torch. You need to see where you are.

Each step I take it hurts more and more. I don't know how long I can do this for.

Pain. Like sharp daggers piercing my skin each time I walk.

What is this nightmare?

Almost there. Just keeping pushing.

Just as my hand is about to gasp the torch, I hear laughing. A deep laugh, one that is not humored by a joke. No. It seems it is humored by my struggle.

I take the torch in hand a turn to where I am.

I'm in a dark room. Full of mirrors. But in them I do not see myself. I see memories. And scenes from, what look to be the future.

All of them, with Ling.

I smile. Maybe it isn't a nightmare.

But as I am looking around, the memories grew dark and tainted. Some were real, some were fake, and others I had never seen before. It began to pain my heart. Everyone of the memories Ling was being harm, tortured, or killed. And I was always too late to protect him.

Then the mirrors became audible. I could hear his screams.

I dropped to the floor. The torch had fallen out of my hand. But that didn't matter. The mirrors were being lit by something so I could clearly see.

Pain. So much pain.

I could feel the sharpness of the daggers piercing at my knees.

I could hear his screams even if I covered his ears.

I could see his disappointment even if I close my eyes.

And where the arrow hit. Dead in the heart. All I could feel was a burning sensation.

Hisoka! What have you done to me? What is this endless nightmare?

What is this Hell!?

Then, it was dark again.