Author: Another short, pointless chapter lol. Next one is the last! Enjoy :D
It's a Tradition
Chapter 3: The Dream
She was walking in a forest of pine, or at least that's what she thought it was. Little patches of light guided her way down the trail. There were no animals, no wind, and no noise. It was so silent that it was almost deafening. After a moment, she could spot a brighter light ahead.
"A clearing perhaps?" Yako spoke aloud to break the silence.
She jogged toward it, hoping to finally leave the forest that seemed to want to close in around her. When she reached the light, she realized with relief that it was a clearing like she had first thought.
But, she wasn't alone.
Her first instinct was to run, but then she recognized the blue suit. Blonde hair sparkled in the rays of the sun, the triangles on the end reflecting small bits of light back up at it.
"Neuro?" All the uncertainty melted away from her heart as soon as she realized who it was. He always seemed to do that to her. Whenever she found herself scared, she just had to think of him and it all fell away. That's not what you feel, typically, when you think of a demon.
At the sound of his name, his head turned slightly. Then suddenly, he wasn't there anymore.
The shadows on the ground told her that he was now behind her. Not just that, she could feel him. His breath felt hot on her neck, but she still shivered. And then suddenly, he turned her around so that they were face to face. He bent down, so close that their noses almost touched.
"Surrender to me" his velvet voice purred.
And at that moment, that was all she wanted to do. She looked up into his bright green eyes, searching for the cruel humor that was always there when he teased her. But all she saw was a desire she had never seen before in his eyes.
It was hunger, but a different kind of hunger.
Her heart raced like the wings of a hummingbird. A smile appeared on his face, not cruel or mocking, but a true smile. And then his face was slowly getting closer…
Then she was suffocating, and there was a loud buzzing in her ears. She quickly opened her eyes, and found that all she saw was white. Lifting her head up, she saw what was blocking her breathing.
"Damn pillow" she cursed as she flung it across the room. And then the dream she just had hit her with the force of a hurricane. Heat burned her face almost painfully.
She took a deep breath.
Gathering her strength, she forcibly pushed the dream, and even her blush aside. She didn't need things like that cluttering her mind when she had the sadistic demon from her dream in her life. Yako knew she could never let him know about the dream. Neuro had enough ideas for torture, giving him anymore would almost be unfair. Then she turned to look at the clock, and whatever emotions she was still feeling turned into pure horror.
9:30….
9….31….
"I'M LATE!!!!!" and as easy as that she forgot the dream. Scrambling from bed, Yako turned into a tornado as she whipped through her room to get ready. But that's what happens when you're faced with almost certain death.
Yako would later realize that she should pay more attention to her dreams.