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Stormsinger Dragon

Radioactive-Pingu

CrazykittensAtemyHOMEWORK

Callixte Amarante

foxlover101

Sanome

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~Omi's Dream~

~3rd person~ (Too hard to get in his head and manner of thinking)

"I am Omi! I am the greatest warrior to ever live! And I have such great hair!" Omi's dream was typical of the big ego. He boasted and gloated and thought himself a grand king. In his dream, he danced atop a tall mountain of gold, the sun shining brightly down upon his beaming face.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in and blotted out the sky. Omi looked up, confused as it began to rain. His long black hair melted from his head and Omi scrambled, trying to catch it all as it turned into black goo and dissolved in the rain. He scrabbled at the ground. "WHY?" he shouted up at the storming skies. "What is the meaning of this?"

In answer, a bolt of lightning arched downward towards him. Omi cringed and closed his eyes, as the light blinded him. A roll of thunder sounded in his ears.

When Omi opened his eyes, everything was different. The rain pelted down harder. It was coming down in metaphorical buckets, water sluicing everywhere. The sound was deafening in his ears. Thunder clapped. Omi looked around, shielding his eyes from the blinding rain.

Before him stood an enormous mansion; leading up to it, a long winding driveway of cobbled stones. Various shrubbery were lined up neatly along paths and there were gardens, drenched in the downpour. The building was white, though it looked gray in the storm. The eves, shingles, panes, and shutters were all a dark red; bright like blood, but dimmed in the dark.

Standing in front of the building was Omi. He looked up. He had never been here before; did he make this up? 'No.' he thought. Omi believed in the significance of dreams. There was the possibility that he made all this up, but this felt too real, too vivid.

The front door of the mansion opened up and a tall girl stepped out. She had the wildest blonde hair, barely tamed down. She left the door open behind her. She didn't seem to notice Omi as she stood under the overhang above the door.

The girl stuck her hand out in the rain and let it soak for a moment before pulling it back in and wiping it on her shirt. She turned and called back through the open doorway, "It's not too bad out! I'm going!"

"Are you kidding me? It's pouring down rain out there! And you expect me to go with you?" a high, male voice shrieked. Omi thought that it sounded familiar, but when he tried to see inside the blackened opening, he failed to see who the voice belonged to.

The blonde shrugged and skipped out into the torrent. She was soaked immediately, the rain plastering her wild hair down and darkening it to a soft caramel color.

Omi heard the voice cry out in alarm when the girl did this. A pale face appeared, luminescent in the pouring gloom of the storm. His vibrant red hair was loose and un-gelled. And his black clothes seems to merge into the darkness, creating the disconcerting illusion of a floating head and hands.

Omi's eyes widened with recognition. Jack Spicah!

"Ana! Come back! At least put more clothes on!" Jack shouted. He was barely heard, the rain beating down upon the earth so thunderously his voice was nearly drowned out. He stood under the eaves and reached for Ana futilely; she stood, soaking in the downpour, just out of reach of Jack's searching fingers. Ana threw Jack a shit-eating grin. Jack yanked his hand back in, as if realizing that Ana could very easily grab his arm and yank him into the storm with her.

"Why?" Ana asked. "They're only gonna get wet with the rest of me! And they'll get heavy and uncomfortable! Besides, I think it's a bit late for that." Ana twirled a little in the rain, flicking water at Jack.

"But you'll catch a cold!"

"Nu-uh! My immune system is awesome.(1) I don't get sick." Ana paused in her twirling. "Well, throw-up sick, anyway." she said, and the twirling resumed.

Omi observed the girl, swinging her arms and spinning in the rain as if it were nothing but sunshine. She was soaked to the bone. Of course, this would probably be because of how little the girl was wearing. She was dressed in just a pair of black shorts and a cut-off tank top, both of which clung to her skin. The water was streaming down her face in waterfalls, and her arms and legs shone with the dripping wet. Well, they would if there was more light to reflect off her.

"Come on Jack! Dance with me!" Ana shouted. Omi and Ana both laughed when they saw Jack clutch the doorway in a death grip and vigorously shake his head 'no'.

Ana took off into the yard, whooping and laughing, tilting her head to face the heavens. Omi smiled and watched her, feeling the rain on his head, but not getting wet. Then Ana started to sing, standing in one spot and swaying her hips to imaginary music with her arms up in the air.

"If I could walk on wa~ater, if I could tell you what's next, make you believe, make you forget… So come on get high, and loosen my lips, faith, and desire with the swing of your hips. You pull me down hard, and drown me in lo~ove…"

Jack rolled his eyes and turned away, into the house. Ana watched him go, shoulders slumping. She kicked the ground, flung some water, and clenched her fists.

"So stupid," she muttered. Omi could hear her a little better. The rain had starting to let up a little, but it was still coming down relatively hard. Ana tilted her head back, face raise towards the darkened sky and the oncoming rain, contemplating the heavens. She closed her eyes and sighed, arms positioned away from her sides, palms up to collect the rain.

Omi regarded her. It would seem like she was a happy soul who knew how to have fun in the simplest ways. But there was depth to her. She contained a sadness within her. Her eyes that glittered mischievously held a certain intelligence; the casual but careful way she stood indicated a profound sense of strength. She seemed simple and easy on the surface, but in this brief moment of vulnerability, Omi was able to glimpse someone complex and difficult to understand. Why did she seem so sad and sober when Jack refused to dance with her? Why did she just stand out in the rain?

Then something strange happened. All the windows on the ground floor were simultaneously opened, and giant loud-speakers were placed in each window from the inside. Music started to blare and Ana laughed out loud, immediately giddy again.

"Oh, you are such an ASS!" she shouted, laughing. Jack appeared then, launching himself out of the open doorway and into the rain, bouncing and spinning without his normal trench coat. He stood out a lot more than Ana did, with his luminous white skin and his vivid red hair. He flashed through the rain, brilliant colors cutting through the dimness of the storm. Ana continued to laugh when she reached for Jack, and she caught him by the arm. The pair spun each other around and skipped and danced, kicking up water and splattering each other. The music skipped once and changed to a different song.

Jack sang along, angle his face towards Ana, singing directly to her.

"Hey. Slo~ow down. Whataya want from me? Whataya want from me? Yeah... I'm afra~aid. Whataya want from me? Whataya want from me? The~ere might've been a time when I would give myself away, Oh once upon a time, I didn't give a damn! But now. Here we are. So whataya want from me? Whataya want from me~e? Just don't give up! I'm walkin' it out. Please don't give in! I won't letchu down. It must meet up! Need a second to breathe. Just keep callin' around, hey! Whataya want from me? Whataya want from me? Whataya want from me?"

Jack danced around her as he sang. Omi thought quietly to himself that Jack had a surprisingly nice singing voice. It wasn't something Omi would've normally thought of the albino goth.

Ana started and slipped in a puddle. She barely caught herself before she fell on her butt. Apparently, Ana didn't know this about Jack either!

"I didn't know you knew the words!" she cried. Jack pulled off a few more moves, which Ana watched appreciatively.(2)

"I took some time to listen to them and—"

"You used the BAND and downloaded them, didn't you." Ana said this as a statement of fact, not a question. The music continued and Jack grinned sheepishly. Ana laughed again and said, "I thought so."

"I didn't download them completely! I just used the sound triggers like the ones you have in your brain! I don't know the words until I hear the music."

"Whatever! You still cheated. I memorized them the old-fashioned way and developed sound triggers on my own. Naturally." Ana emphasized. She then grabbed Jack's hands and they spun around some more.

The two played out in the rain for hours, dancing together and singing. They raced in the rain and chased each other, shrieking with laughter as they went. Omi looked on in awe, surprised at the of ease of effort used to make Jack Spicer: Evil Boy Genius, act like a small, giddy child, free of the consequences of the everyday world.

Ana, Omi figured, must be someone close, someone special to Jack if she was able to get him to act this way.(3)

A slow song began. Jack and Ana paused. They had danced through a myriad of fast-paced, bouncing, moving, beating, loud songs. They hardly touched in any intimate manner. The closest they got were holding hands or linking elbows as they twirled, or when they danced face-to-face, moving their hips and bodies simultaneously to the beat.

It was a sentimental song, and it wasn't the first to play. However, all the others were a little louder and more upbeat, and Ana and Jack could easily ignore the implications. But the one that played now...

The two children playing games were suddenly gone, and in their place stood two awkward teenagers, half afraid to take part in something that would make them stand close together, chest-to-chest, and ultimately more intimate than twirling by linked arms. Omi watched them with interest as they stood stock still, facing each other, questions in their eyes. This was the first time he had seen anything even close in likening to romance.(4)

Jack was thoroughly embarrassed, and he tried not to look at Ana. Ana was embarrassed as well, Omi could see, but she hid it better than Jack did. She also overcame it quicker. After hesitating, she took Jack's hands in her own. Jack resisted at first, when Ana placed one hand on her hip and held the other in hers. But at Ana's gentle nudging, Omi saw Jack's reluctance fall away.

The music played. The teens danced. The rain fell. And life goes on. Omi's vision faded and he was left with a warm feeling. A feeling of peace and joy.(5)

(1): LIES!

(2): Can anybody say, "eye candy"?

(3): SPOILER! The vision Omi is seeing is of the future. This WILL happen, when Jack and Ana are closer.

(4): RaiKim doesn't count.

(5): My damn inner angel must've written this. Usually I'd have something horrific or nightmaric. Do you think my muse is a troll? Gog, I hope not! But anyway, I didn't know how I should end this, which is why it has a snap ending like that. :/ So...

As you all can see, I couldn't resist the alure of writing a good vision for one of the monks. I decided to keep Omi's innocence intact. :) For now. :)

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