Ch. 6: Rhapsody in Blue

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Moyoko prodded Kamatari silently, her soft, alluring eyes attracted him instantly, making him blush for a second. Kamatari had been so deep in thought that his own ability to function properly in the present seemed to take a fall in retribution. He looked up and saw her smiling at him, the sunlight being eclipsed by her wondrous presence.

"Kamatari? Hey, are you alright?"

Kamatari looked around blankly, he was a little confused as to why he suddenly remembered his past, but for some reason, his past always seemed to follow him around. His vision came back to normal and he once again could see clearly, the light swaying of the trees, the soft breeze of air, allowing the grass blades to dance.

"Yeah... I was just thinking about something."

Moyoko took off her chest guard, she was wearing the archery uniform on her way to the archery range in the back of the school, past the decrepit forest of dead woods.

"That's kind of dangerous to be lost in thought like that."

Kamatari clenched his fist, his hand screamed at the self-mutilation he was causing, but the pain inside of him overwhelmed the physical.

"Don't worry about it."

Kamatari stood there and closed his eyes, feeling the softness of mother nature surround his body, enveloping it in a glorious euphoria.

"Kamatari, did you come here to watch?"

Kamatari's feeling subsided, he looked at Moyoko once more.

"Archery practice? Sure."

Moyoko smiled and turned around, her golden glow purified the entire forest, as if the sun had been born inside her. The two walked along the path, their feet shuffling in the gravel as they came closer to the rather large stone building in the forest. To Kamatari, it felt as if it were the last bastion of safety in this forest of death, the inanimate stone fortress was the location of freedom.

Suddenly, a hot, burning flash shot through him, he felt his breath escape him, he became unable to facilitate air around him. He gripped his throat, hoping for some sort of way to expel the nonexistent iron chains wrapped around his neck. His heart beat fast, sweat began to pour out of his body, and his vision blurred once more.

What's... what's going on?

Kamatari looked up, as his eyes moved closer to the school building, the feeling of being chained intensified. His pupils constricted, focusing on the spot where he felt the most intensified version of the pain. He closed his eyes and muttered underneath his breath as to make it so that Moyoko doesn't hear him.

"WeiBer Anblick." (White Sight)

Kamatari's eyes shined bright white for a moment, displaying every level of the building, as if the entire wall of the eastern wall was completely and cleanly ripped off. His eyes darted from left to right, his eyes were a shade of bright red. Whoever the person was, they somehow managed to get away without leaving a trace behind. Kamatari knew the limitations of his own magic, he was not as arrogant as it seemed. If the person who observed Kamatari knew about his abilities or was just lucky, the person would have to just stand in the back of a classroom since his vision could not pierce that far. Kamatari felt the chains slowly unraveling themselves, allowing him to breath, he knew that he would have to ask his mother about this new turn of events.

"Kamatari?"

Kamatari looked around and saw Moyoko coming back without her quiver of arrows, bow, or chest guard. She looked completely harmless compared to the troubles Kamatari just went through and to him, frankly, it was a breath of fresh air.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you going to come inside?"

"I am, I was just looking at something."

Moyoko looked at the direction Kamatari was looking at, she looked confused as his eyes constantly wandered to the rooftop of the school.

"Kamatari... you're kind of weird, you know that?"

Kamatari chuckled and shook his head slowly in laughter.

"I guess I am, but who weird for being the only one to go to archery practice today?"

Moyoko glared at Kamatari, her soft eyes also showed a fiery passion in them for the urge to do something greater. She pushed Kamatari away and smirked.

"Fine, in that case, I won't go."

Kamatari shrugged, realizing that he had won the fight between them that had never started.

"Then you wouldn't mind going to the movies with me?"

After hearing that, Moyoko suddenly froze as she nervously looked around. She began to sweat, her face blushing increasingly. Her breathing pattern became erratic.

"Um... just you... and me?"

Without thinking, Kamatari has said that, but now that he realized what he had said, he began to feel the same way as Moyoko. As friends, they had never gone beyond the line of the just friends, when they did go to the movies, they usually went with other people, as if they were too insecure to be by themselves. Usually, it was Jacob that went with them, but he was no where around, probably around a good ten minutes away. Kamatari tried to act as if nothing had happened, he was in truth, both afraid, and embarrassed about his own idiocy.

"I... I guess, I mean there's nothing wrong with that right?"

"No, I suppose there isn't."

Completely overtaken by her own emotions, Moyoko completely forgot her things, leaving them at school and blindly following Kamatari. She had followed him outside of the school, towards the movie theater. On their way to the theater, Kamatari's eyes constantly scanned Moyoko, not sure on how to act since they had never done this before.

Is this a date? No, if it was a date, then wouldn't have come so willingly. I mean we've always been with someone else... I know, if she pays for her own ticket, then it's not a date. That makes perfect sense... but then doesn't usually one of us pay for everyone so that we switch off every time? God! This is so confusing!

The movie theater was bright with shining lights, spraying their crude incandescence everywhere in order to attract people like flies. People crowded around the box office, all ranges of people from old couples to a small child with his mother. There was absolutely nothing like the magic of the silver screen to bring people together. Kamatari looked up, the flickering of the street lamps made him wary, he quickly pulled out his black glove and shoved it sloppily over his hand, trying to make this night run as smoothly as possible. He tried to calm down, looking at the sky, he saw the moon slowly appear as it fought the fading sun spanning across the entire city. He slid his hands into his coat pockets and blinked a couple times. They came closer to the movie theater and Moyoko leaned herself onto Kamatari, latching her arm around Kamatari's arm. He looked nervously to his right, but pretended not to notice her doing so, as if everything were a part of the flowing river called life. Moyoko looked at all the advertisements concerning the movies. There were your usual romantic comedies that come a dime a dozen, the horrors, and then that one movie that everyone talks about. Moyoko instantly pointed to that poster, displaying a young boy with a giant dragon behind him.

"Kamatari, let's watch that."

To Kamatari, it felt as if it were a normal day, nothing really had changed from the other times they had gone to the movies, he began to feel more relaxed.

"Eragon huh? Jacob told me it was good... I think we should."

Instinctively, Kamatari walked to the booth and ordered two adult tickets to the movie. He paid for them and pulled out the tickets as he handed one to Moyoko. Moyoko looked away, as if trying to hide her own self-realization that she truly felt something for Kamatari. On the other hand, Kamatari acted as if nothing happened because to him, today was a normal day.

As the movie played, the screen lit up the bleak theater with its luminous light, Kamatari watched with excitement as sword clashed in front of the screen. Moyoko thought about lowering her head onto Kamatari's shoulder, but she wasn't sure how he would react. So, as if she wanted to ease her own feeling into it, she slowly lowered her head. Kamatari instantly reacted, though he didn't move his shoulder, he felt the soft weight of Moyoko's head. The smell of light dabs of perfume flew into his nose, playing tricks with his inner senses. She had worn this for tonight, normally, she didn't wear perfume because she considered it too much of a bother. Kamatari finally realized how she felt and wrapped his arm around her.

--- Well, I was told this made people feel a little warm inside. Hopefully that will allow people to attach to either Kamatari or Moyoko better. There's a giant fat section coming up of Shirou's memories. I don't know if I should post it or leave it as a side story. The entire dream takes around 7 posts worth of space. That means around 21 pages non-spaced. Comment if I should or shouldn't.