Long Dream

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She knows it's a dream and a nightmare at the same time. Either way, it's so real. Uzuki pre-game.

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Everyone has to die at some point. Even Uzuki did. And she wasn't happy about it. After all, she was still young! It wasn't like she collected enough bad karma to merit her early demise. She was absolutely furious. And even though she was a hot-headed chick, even she was shaking. She was shaking with fear.

Being dead wasn't supposed to make you feel this alive. You looked the same for starters. You could still go around Shibuya. Heck, you could even go shopping if you wanted to. Being invisible was irking at first but she got used to it. Besides, she could still talk to people in stores so she wasn't a total ghost. The only catch was that it wasn't permanent. In one week or sooner, she'd either stay dead as in totally nothing or actually go back to life. Pretty simple and pretty messed up. She just needed to rack up points by doing the missions. Fighting wasn't part of the deal. Noises were just supposed to be in your head.

The noises keep haunting her.

It was the last day. Just like most of the players who entered the Game, Uzuki lost. Another casualty of the Noise. This was it. Never did she think that double-dead would one day describe her. But she wasn't the victim. It was her partner. It didn't matter anyway since she was dead meat the moment she was defaulted to a single player. It was over for her.

If dying in the first place marked you as unlucky then she didn't know what to call herself when she was offered a job just before she thought she'd get erased. This was no time to be scared. She eagerly took it. Becoming a Reaper was pretty much close to coming back to life. Only you were closer to death at the same time. Points determined how long you still got. To earn them, you needed players. She needed to kill already dead people. Just like how they got her partner.

The noises keep haunting her.

When it was morning, the Noises killed people. When it was night, the noises inside her head killed her guilt. She was living the dream since she was alive again. Yet, she was living the nightmare since she was living off other people's lives. Being a Reaper made her an object of noise. Both kinds. She'd summon the fatal type and the players' wails was the type that would reach her ears. She would also erase both kinds right after. She listened to neither. She sympathized with neither.

Kariya, a veteran Reaper, acted nothing like her. They were both in the same boat but he made a good show of not looking like it. He was chilled and relaxed. They even played games. After her death, until she met him, the only game she played was one with the capital G. To put it simply, Uzuki was only surviving while Kariya was actually living. She would never admit to this but she looked up to him, hoping he would acknowledge her enough to call her by her name. She wanted to learn from him. Maybe even about him. For as long as they both have these jobs, she would tag along with him. He kept the noises in her head at bay.

The noises keep haunting her.

He haunted her further.

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Shinra-ex-SOLDIER

Every day noises are killing these people

Every night noises are waiting for me (but)

"Don't run away, We've got no time left to fear"

"Where are you now, still it's showing me illusions"

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

"In this long dream, can you find me?"

Want you to, you call my name

"In this hazard, chance of survival?"

I need to be with you

Song choice by Cherished Tenshi. And while I know you requested UzukixKariya, I'm sorry to disappoint. But I felt like it was more inclined to Uzuki. There are still many songs left so I hope I do find a more fitting one for them.

My requested list is thinning out. Along with it, the motivation. (Also my health since I'm sick. Again.) Writing is a two-way process much like communication. Let's talk!