Welp, after some time off, guess the most of ya already think ima ded. So uh… sorry abt that. Anywho….. special thanks to my good friend Kingdie, Velexium and you two! ! and Whacknut! for actually helping me get my lazy ass moving again :P
*DIS RIGHT HERE BE A TEASER, AND NOPE IT AIN'T FINISHED. BUT READ ON IF YOU MAY. THIS CHAPT IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION AT A RATHER SLOW PACE AND I AM SORRY FOR SO. BUT NONE THE LESS THIS WILL BE COMPLETED IN THE NEAR FUTURE MY LADS AND LASSES. EXPECT SOME CHANGES TO THE NEXT TIME YOU READ ON DIS.
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I find it hard to find any peace after the utter shock I've received during the few passing days… They were… troublesome, to say the least. For first was the risk of the whole Operation Red Crow that could fail, then it was of it actually failing for some of our informants' clumsy mistakes, and finally when it actually succeeded with the loss of a member of ours… And to top it all up, the whole deal put a dead weight onto all of us, to the SAT's reputation, the Rainbow's reputation and to my own as well…
Yes. It was quite the troublesome times indeed… And it's really messing with my head. To be a matter of fact, it was stealing more and more rest of my time as I found this weight to bare my eyes wide open at nights...
So coming to a conclusion of sorts, I did what every reasonable person would do. I drank the night away to the sleepless times like these…
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And gulping down the next few glasses of Scotch I had before me, it was really getting into me. With the burning sensation it left on my throat, the tingly flame that gave me warmth in the cold night. Combined with the strange pulse of bliss it shots through my body and the strange soothing of its rich bitter but lovely taste. There's no better companion then your Golden glass of booze at these times... not that there are many companions you can find on these times anyways…
'When in doubt, use alcohol.' That's what they said. It's a wonder how little of a strong drink can turn entire frowns upside down, how as much as a single glass of this substance can wash away your worries and give you a moment of thrill to savor on top, of course if only my case would be so simple.
No, sadly it was not. This whole operation plus the amount of dread that it had put on to me really make such things as the alcohol's magic pale in comparison.
So what to do when you have a mountain load of worry on your head and when booze fails it's magic? You drink more booze. Simple answer is it not?
"Only if it was…" I silently snickered to myself on that one.
"You should really stop drinking, Imagawa."
"Ah just fuck off would you?..."
A heavy sigh was heard." No. You know I can't leave you like this…"
"Oh yeah!? And who are you to-"
As I turned my head around, there stood a figure, with a bearded chin, scared face, a masculine jaw, and… those blue darken blue eyes… unmistakable orbs of blues.
'crap.'
"S-Shurat?!..." I screeched in panic as my eyes widen and so did my jaw dropped in the sudden realization of who it was in front of me right now.
But unlike me; He just stood there like a sentinel, his iron gaze held deeply onto mine as his calm and cold face shown no emotions what so ever.
"You shouldn't be drinking too much." Was all he said. He spoke of it slowly and his tone sternly, like he always does; with eyes piercing through my browns.
I gulped…
"I! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! And I-" A responded with a rush of panic to my words, after all it's not every day you are caught scolding back at your superior…
"-not without sharing it to another."
…
…..
"I- I'm sorry?" I asked, dumbstruck, too confused of the sudden response from the big Russian veteran.
"You heard me comrade. Hand over that bottle." His arm stretched out as he took a seat next to me. His weight slamming down onto the seat I am having, as he took a spot right next to me on the cafeteria table. His face less of a stone now as the man looked back at me.
"Um… sure?" I responded, handing him the bottle, while he grabbed a cup himself lying on the table.
Holding the bottle, he greedily poured himself some of the Golden liquid into his glass. Then with another, he gulped the substance down his throat without a single second of hesitation.
"Ahhhhh…" He exclaimed with his eyes close, head still pointed downward and throat savoring the rich melt of Scotch. "Bu yaxshi pivo…" (that's a good brew…)
"Wow. You must be thirsty."
"Da." He responded with a rather carefree attitude, as his eyes slowly opened again.
"And thank you for the drink, comrade."
"Um…It's nothing, help yourself out."
"If you say so…" Was all he said before once again, his hands crept to the bottle and once more he poured another load into his glass. And another swig, he gulped the booze down this time half way however, and another satisfied sigh come from his mouth.
"So. Now. Tell me comrade Imagaw-"
"Please, just call me Yumiko."
"Alright, Yumiko. What seems to be the problem here?" He asked bluntly, his eyes still glued to the glass on hand as he said so.
"I'm sorry?"
"Well, you don't just come to cafeteria at night, and share such a gut bottle of Whisky all to yourself alone at times like this, da?"
"Well…" I was truly in a loss for words.
"That's what I thought of." He replied, with a knowing smirk across his face.
"Now tell me, comrade. What is it that you have on your mind?"
I honestly had no idea how he manage to figure that out so quickly. But for some reason during my drunken state, and just the overall stress I've been receiving suddenly made me ill for the thought of another to help me at that moment.
"W-Wait a second! How are you coming to a conclusion of me having problems all the sudden?" I screeched.
I had no idea what I was doing at that time, but as it seems, Shurat may or may not have touched a nerve or some sorts of mine. 'Usually, I do everything myself.' That was the only thought of reason I had at that moment, it's a stupid thought, yes. But when you are drunk and your mind is half way through shit. I guess most people tend to over react as if it's the best thing to do.
"Isn't it obvious? Drinking? Late night? You being all alone and murmuring?" He raised an eye brow at me.
"W-Well…"
"Hmm…?"
'I don't need your help, mister.' A little voice stuck in my head echoed it's tone through my mind and when combined with the headache I'm receiving. I don't know why I listened to it, but I did. So in result… This was what came out of my mouth.
"Well what if I just have some sleep issues then!?"
"Yumiko, the only one that has sleep issues here, would be Ryad. And since you are not him, I don't think you'd be acting like so."
"Well what if I just like waking?!"
"With all of the recent missions going on? I think everyone is more the willing to take a rest."
"Well-!"
"Yumiko, please. This is getting stupid, just speak up what's wrong woman." He said while sipping a bit of Scotch.
"No! I don't want to!" I gave a 'hmph' and like a little child I draped my arms around chest as I pouted.
He gave a sigh. "Ayollar ... mast bo'lganlarida nega ular o'jar ekanlar? ..." (Women... why are they so stuborn when they are drunk?...)
"I heard that! What were you saying about me huh!?"
"Buning uchun uzoq kecha bo'ladi…" (This is going to be a long night for this one...)
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My eyes shot wide open as they bored up wards to the ceiling. A groan soon escaped my mouth after shortly after and a mix of confusion as well.
It was this dream again, and this dream was beginning to become more and more frequent to every time I've got some shut eye. Strange as it was to say the least, for never have I've thought of this certain memory.
It was no nightmare to remark nor was it some particularly too much of a well fond happy time either. It was just a drunk time we had… So why do I keep dreaming of it?
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The more I thought of it, the more it doesn't make any sense to be honest.
This dream was set on repeat for nearly a week now. And it's been bugging me quite a bit. Was there something I've missed out on in that dream? Was it something my brain is trying to tell me?... Honestly. I have no idea. I would say, it is stress that is causing this, and stress might be the case. But… what's with this certain dream? What makes it so special?...
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"The night is still young Shurat. Take as much time as you need to think about this…" Kamilla said as she sat in her chair, eyes gazing through the flickering fire. Her brown orbs focused forward into the nothingness as she was in deep thought.
Even with all that happened, it is strange to me to how I thought of her.
Even with that frown plastered on her face and two silent lines of tears running down from the sides of her cheeks, she is still beautiful…
With the orange fire only seemed to highlight her bright features, her eyes, her face, that little nose that she has on her; And the long, silky black hair that curves just the slightest to cover her face while still giving her an aura of mystic beauty.
My wife was a true angel of her kind…
'And so is she…' a voice crept into my mind. Nearly shocking me with its sudden present.
Shaking my head from the noise, I also manage to earn myself a raised eyebrow from my wife with a sadden and worried look on her face.
"Shurat… Is there something wrong?..." She looked at me with those piercing brown orbs.
"It's nothing Kamilia."
'Brown eyes…that looked so similar to her.' The voice rang again. Only this time it felt like it was vibrating through my head. With each word vibrating harder and harder, until it struck me with dizziness as I saw the entire room spun around me.
*Thud* There I was, collapsing as my head kept spinning…
"shurat!..." I can hear Kamilia's voice, in a rather fuzzy tone as my vision blurred for a second or two. And those piercing brown orbs still looking onto me...
Then, for the next thing I know, that tiny glimpse of darkness returned somehow.
'Don't you remember her?...' That voice echoed.
"Who is she!?"
'You don't?...'
"Who are you!? And why are you doing this!?"
'You don't remember her?..."
"No! I don't! And I'm sick of this shit!-"
'Remember her, you must remember her.'
"Who is this woman that I'm supposed to remember!? And who the fuck are you!?"
'That. Only you would know… comrade...'
.VI.