I know, you guys want to murder me, right? I am really sorry for the very late update, but I've just finished school the other day. It's no excuse, I know. Hope the chapter will make it up to you.
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Flood
Chapter three: Dreaming.
Shun slowly walked down the long corridor he was in. He was dressed in his blue pj's and he was bare foot. The corridor was dark, he wasn't even able to see his hand, but yet he kept walking as if his legs knew the way.
He felt aimless as he continued his way. His heart was beating fast, he was breathing hard as well and he could hear himself inhaling air inside his lungs. He kept staring at everything he would pass, confusingly. At the end of the long corridor, there was an opened gate, leading into a circular shaped room, with doors placed around its circumference.
The room was lit up a bit, by a huge chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Shun sat on the ground, still not able to understand what was going on. That was until one of the doors opened, by itself. Shun knew what he was to do. He got up and walked inside the door.
He walked inside the door, only, to find himself standing in a theater. He looked to his sides. People, too many, were sitting down, enjoying the show they attended. He walked in the path between the two columns of seats, till he reached the front row.
He looked to his right. He didn't know why. There was a man sitting there with his wife, next to them was a teenager at the age of thirteen. The three looked, amusingly, at the stage. He looked at the kid; he looked like a younger version of himself. The young one was placing his arms beneath his head while gazing at the show.
Shun turned his attention to the stage. There were nearly ten girls on it, each dressed in a pink top and a tutu with matching colour. It was a ballet show. A smirk made its way to his face as he glanced at the girls, for one to catch his eye.
She was clearly the leader of the show for she stood right in the centre. She moved, gracefully from side to side, while performing twists with her body. There was only one problem; he was not to see her face. Her face was somehow shadowed. The whole scene he was seeing was in black and white, the only thing with colour was the pink outfits the ballerinas wore, other than that, everything was colourless.
The claps of the audients made him pay attention once more. Some of the girls waved their hands and the rest bowed politely and the curtain was closed. He looked at his 'younger version' and the people he was with. They were up and walking towards the door. Shun followed.
They were backstage where the participants rested before and after the shows. They came to a room and opened the door and that girl was there. The little Shun hid his face behind a bouquet of flowers he held. The girl looked at her parents, Shun knew they were her parents for she called them mom and dad. She, then, turned her attention to the boy hiding his face behind the flowers.
"Nice show, Alice," young Shun said as he handed her the flowers. She took them, but turned to look at her parents.
"Why is he here, mom?" she asked. She was not annoyed, but embarrassed.
"Well, I saw it was about time for him to see one of your shows," her mom said and she laughed.
"Since when you dance ballet? How and why were you keeping it a secret?" the young Shun asked again. Alice turned to look at him.
"If I had told you, you would have laughed at me. You find it too feminine," she said.
"Alice, you are a female. And, I liked it, you were really good," he said.
"Really? You didn't want to leave at some point?" she said in an all knowing tone.
"I wanted to, but I couldn't. You were like a dancing Barbie doll back on stage," he said and smirked. "My doll," he added after a few seconds.
"Don't call me that! See? That's why I didn't want you to know. I can't believe you're mocking your girlfriend," Alice said and turned to look away.
After that, everything went black and Shun was in the circular room again. He took a deep breath to try digesting what he saw behind that door. He wasn't given enough time to do that, for another door opened, but this time it engulfed Shun in its darkness.
Shun stood up and looked around himself and took in his surroundings. He was in a park of some sort, people walked by him, as if he wasn't there. He knew he couldn't be seen. The trees, benches, soil and people, everything was in black and white.
He looked at one of the benches, he never knew why his eyes were to glance at that particular bench, but nevertheless, they did. There were a couple of teens sitting there, a boy and a girl. He quickly identified them as himself and 'Alice'.
They were holding two ice-cream cones. Alice was licking her cone, enjoying the taste of iced desert while the young Shun kept staring at his, not daring to eat it. The girl looked at him.
"Why are you not eating it, Shun?" Alice said.
"It's chocolate-mint flavored. I asked you to bring me a vanilla ice-cream," he said and kept looking at his cone.
"Vanilla is a plain flavor. Just, try it, it's delicious. Trust me," she said and the little Shun couldn't do anything but to taste his ice-cream. It was, as Alice said, delicious.
"It's good, really good," he said and started licking it. Alice burst into laughter after mere seconds.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked, a little annoyed.
"Your…nose," she said between laughs. Shun tried to look at his nose, but it was not physically possible.
"Stop laughing at me, it's not funny! What's wrong with my nose?" Shun said, well half-shouted. Alice stopped and got a tissue out of her pocket and wiped the ice-cream that lied on his nose. He understood what she meant and just relaxed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to…you know," Shun said, scratching his head. Alice shook her head to say it was okay and the two continued eating their ice-cream as Alice placed her head on his chest.
After the scene was over, he once again returned to that same room. Why he was seeing this? He didn't know. He did not get the point of these memories as it returned to him. All he knew was that they were things he didn't remember. His head ached at the thought. He put his right hand on it, grabbing hold of his head as it ached more and more by every passing second.
Another door opened, Shun didn't look at it or even cared about it. The door let waves and waves of water inside the room and Shun was taken away by the current. He was running out of air as he put his hands around his neck. He was scared, scared of drowning…of ding. His eyes closed after a few moments and he was surrounded by darkness.
Shun shoot from his sleep, gasping for air. He was drenched in sweat and his head was still aching. It was just too much. That dream, the same one each time. It would show him the same things in the same order, but he was never to know the meaning or remember the moments they showed him.
He walked to his closet and put on some clean clothes, then went to the bathroom. He filled his hands with water then splashed it on his face. He brushed his teeth and dried his hands and face then left the bathroom.
He went downstairs to find his grandfather sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hands. He lowered his paper to glance at his grandson. Shun greeted and sat down beside his grandfather to eat breakfast. Shun kept silent and his grandfather knew what was wrong, but he didn't ask.
After breakfast, Shun went outside to work on his ninja skills. He didn't know why, but hitting the wooden post in front of him helped clear his mind. And he liked that.
Abruptly, he stopped. His senses was telling him that there was another person behind him. He turned around and the person was a bit startled. Shun was surprised, it was the same girl from the café. He looked at her and waited for her to speak.
"Hi, Shun," was all she said.
That ends chapter three. I finally found my muse for this story and I enjoyed coming up with its plot. I hope the chapter was good guys. It was a little too short, sorry about that. So, what do you think will happen? R&R. I am thinking about changing the title of the story to 'The Charm of one's Memory' what do you guys think?
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