Whine
When his eyes finally refocused in what was now darkness, he was surprised at the view. What was once the waning half-light of early morning was now the dark navy of deep moonless night; a thick mist shrouding the rest of the world beyond them.
And all around them were Fireflies. But not. Blinking and floating around them in mindless spirals were thousands of little balls of yellow power that crackled and hissed at the slightest provocation.
"Miko. What is the meaning of this?" he demanded softly, brushing blood covered bangs from her face.
"A bluer sky. A bluer sky. I'm chasing fireflies in a dream of a bluer sky. Did you know that fireflies are messengers from the spirit realm?" she was grasping onto the lapels of his kimono, shaking him slightly as she tried to convey her broken message too him; frustration leaking into her expression when he didn't seem to understand.
He placed his hands over hers soothingly. "What is it you are trying to tell me? This power of yours, is this what you are searching for?"
When she nodded franticly, he turned curious toward one of the balls of power, moving to touch it with curious fingertips when she bodily knocked him over. "Did you know that fireflies are messengers from the spirit realm? Do not touch them."
It was then he noticed shapes in the mist; images of people he once knew moving against the sky, no more than silhouettes. His Father. His brother. Rin.
"They will pull your soul from your body." It was not a question, but a voicing of his realization. "This is the gift the gods bestowed upon you. The curse. I wonder as to what secrets are trapped in that head of yours that they are trying so hard to protect."
Her voice thundered in his ears; words incomprehensible but thrumming throughout his body with a power so delicious that it made him arch his spine in response.
Note: Hey look, Stuff is starting to make a bit of since. Really I just want to finish this story so people can stop guilt tripping me about it being on Hiatus.