Chapter 5: The Dream Within the Artwork Part 1

"Dark, where are we going," I asked, keeping up with his long stride.

"I sense something magical over here," he said with a serious expression, "I guess this isn't going to be a fun ghost hunt after all."

RIKU'S POV

"Riku."

Who is it that is calling me?

I looked at the endless darkness around me. No matter how long I searched, I couldn't find where the voice came from. I stop running and stood still, listening closely for the voice.

"Riku."

There it is again.

"Riku."

The voice sound familiar. But I can't make out who it belonged to.

"Riku."

"Who are you," I shouted.

"Riku," the voice continued to call my name.

"Who are you," I shouted again,

Suddenly, a light appeared through the darkness. I felt something wrapped around me. "Riku," the voice whispered in my ear. I tried to turn my head to look, but my body wouldn't move. "Who are you," I whispered.

"You don't remember me," I could hear the sadness in the voice and for some reason… it broke my heart. "I don't know you," I replied.

Suddenly, something tightens around me. I gasped and also noted that it was two arms wrapped around me. Just then, the light engulfed us and defeated the darkness. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the light. The arms around me withdrew and the light slowly faded. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was surrounded by endless white painting and there was white cloth hanging from the ceiling and fluttering down beautifully. A cool breeze blew into the room from the open balcony. The white curtain fluttered in the breeze and when it died down, there was a man there.

My body tensed up and I step back. The man looked dejectedly at me. He had long blue hair and deep grayish blue eyes. He wore a white long sleeve shirt and dark blue jean. His hair was tied back but his bangs fell down in an unbalance manner. He didn't move nor let his gaze wander. He continued to stare at me. It was as if he was scared that if he looked away, I might disappear forever. "Satoshi," I asked.

The man looked similar but he had a more mature look about him. A small smile slowly crept onto his face. "You remember me," he asked quietly.

"O-Of course," I said loudly, "I just saw you this morning."

Instantly, his smile disappeared and his earlier expression replaced his face again, "You don't remember me."

"W-What are you talking about," I asked.

He looked away for the first time and shook his head, "Why are you here?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you the one who brought me here," I asked.

He shook his head again and looked at me, "I didn't bring you here. I don't have that kind of power. Whatever that brought you here is stronger than me."

"Did it also bring you here," I asked, taking a step forward.

He looked away from me to the outside of the balcony, "I have been here for many centuries… unable to die."

"Oh," I said quietly, feeling bad for him, "Why were you here?"

He looked back at me, "I was waiting."

"For who," I asked.

"For you," he said.

DAISUKE'S POV

"Dark, do you even know where you're going," I asked exhaustingly, "We've been wandering around for who knows how long and we still hadn't found anything. Let's go back."

"No not yet," Dark replied, "The power is getting stronger."

Suddenly, the whole hallway was lit up and we found ourselves facing Satoshi. "Satoshi," I said loudly.

"What are you two doing here," he asked. He doesn't even looked surprise to see us.

"We could ask you the same question," Dark retorted.

"You sense it don't you," Satoshi said with a serious tone.

Dark nodded, "What is it? I had never sense anything like it."

"It's an artwork," Satoshi replied.

""What," I spoke up, "but the magic felt different from the other artwork?"

"My ancestor sealed this artwork away because he couldn't contain the power of the artwork. He sacrificed himself in the process," Satoshi explained.

"So the seal is weakening," Dark said, "and you're here because you want to keep the artwork seal."

Satoshi turned away from us, "Follow me. I'll take you to the artwork."

RIKU'S POV

"For you," he said.

"For me," I asked, "Why?"

He slowly approached me and stopped when he was a foot away. He reached out his hand, "Take my hand."

"For what," I asked suspiciously.

"Won't you let me show you," he asked.

"Show me what," I asked.

"My memories," he replied.

I stared at him for a moment and then I bit my lower lip and slowly, I hesitantly took hold of his hand.

AN- I am so sorry for not updating this story for so long! I won't promise anything, but I'll try to get the next chapter in soon! Hope you guys stick with me to till the end! Please review!