Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ To Love & Be Loved ❯ Chapter 2: To Love [Final] ( Chapter 2 )

To Love & Be Loved

 

Author's Notes: This will probably be the final part to the story, usually things would stretch out longer but I'm not into chaptering story endlessly. It's not that I'm lazy, well… I'm a little bit lazy but this is not the reason to why I decided to not lengthening this story. Chaptering is hard because I keep on having to switching back and forth between chapters to make sure I didn't get the character's name wrong or some other stuff. Maybe next time, I would just do a very long story and finished it before I go back and go through it and separate it into chapters. Anyway, enjoy!

 

Chapter II: To Love

 

The buzzing sound stirred a certain silver haired person up from her slumber, and she doesn't look very happy as she dragged herself out of bed leaving the cover hanging half on the bed and half on the floor. It has been two months since she saw the young doctor, and today is Saturday morning and she's not in the mood to have guest. Ignoring the buzzing from the front door, she headed into the bathroom and washed up before coming back into her room and changed into something more presentable. A worn jeans and a grey t-shirt, that's presentable as it is and it was better than her short and sleeveless t-shirt as her sleepwear.

 

“You better have a very good reason for waking me up,” Taylor said before opening the door to whoever that wouldn't stop buzzing at her doorbell. Standing in front of her was a woman, not much older than Taylor with silky raven hair and beautiful brown eyes that sparkled upon seeing Taylor's face. Before the woman could even say anything, Taylor went and slammed the door at her face. “Taylor, we need to talk. It has been four years already,” the woman said in a very clear and calming voice. “There's nothing to talk about, go home and stop bothering me. Why can't you people just leave me the fuck alone?” Taylor yelled before she turned on the TV to drown out whatever the other woman might have to say.

 

“This is the third time of the week that that woman comes here,” the silver haired murmured as she drifted off to sleep. Taylor had never dreamt, everyone she knew dreamt at one point or another but not Taylor. The girl never knew what it's like to have a dream, she never ever dreamt whether it's a good dream or bad one she just never dreamt. She would rent a horror flick and wouldn't even have nightmare over it; to her the only impossible thing was her inability to dream when she slept.

 

Before long, things spiraled out of control and Taylor ended up leaving her job and moved away. Unfortunately for her, that same woman found her again and begging her to come home and have to talk with her father, Taylor being hard-headed refused to do so and walked away vowing if that woman keep on bothering her she will not hesitate to press charge against that woman. On a snowy day, she received an invitation to a Christmas party and the silver haired ripped the card up and threw it in the trash. Christmas was in two days, Taylor didn't care that much because tomorrow would be that one day that she would never missed for the world. It would be five years anniversary of the passing of her beloved mother; she placed an order for a bouquet of lilac and calla lilies just for tomorrow. For the last five years, she never missed to visit her mother's grave no matter where she lived even when she was in rehab for her drugs and alcohol addiction.

 

“Hi mom, it's that time of the year again. I got your favorite flowers too,” Taylor said as she placed the flowers in front of the headstone. She dressed in white, and the only thing that's not white was her blue shades. Brushing the snow off the headstone, her fingers lingered upon it for a while longer before she drawn her hand back to her side. “Do you remember how I would always ask you about why I never dream? You would always ruffle my hair and told me that I'll dream someday,” Taylor whispered letting a small smile grace her lips. “I can't believe that it has been five years already,” she sighed letting a puff of smoke escaped her lungs slowly clearing within the cold air. “I still missed you though, but I have yet to be able to dream. I think that I'm incapable of dreaming, and I know that you aren't incapable mother. I have to wonder if this come from the disorder that caused my hair to look as white as the fallen snow,” Taylor chuckled lightly at her own words.

 

“Why can't you accept the fact that she's gone and move on?” a familiar voice said to Taylor. “I've accepted the fact that she's dead, and I have moved on by being my own person. I was not a fool that I once was doing whatever you want, old man.” Taylor said coldly while looking down at the headstone in front of her. “You're just as stubborn as your mother,” he said shaking his head. His hair was still dark with a hint of gray in it, but the man looked to be in his mid-forties while the woman next to him looked like she's in her twenties. “What do you know about my mother?” she turned around and hissed at him. “You were never home when she's was very ill, you know nothing about my mother.” Taylor raised her voice as it was filled with malice. “You don't know a damn thing about my mother, so don't speak like you know her. You don't even remember her birthday, anniversary or even her favorite flowers. So take your wife and take a hike,” Taylor said sternly controlling herself from getting physical with the man in front of her.

 

“Hahaha… that's my granddaughter,” a warm voice echoed throughout the cemetery. A man with white hair and beard, resembling Santa except that he got a very flat stomach was smiling like the sun in the desert. He wore a black suit as the woman with white hair next to him also wore a black outfit, the scene looked very gloomy and they're all at the cemetery to begin with so it didn't looked so out of the ordinary. “You are very diligent Taylor, what you say running a bar for me? I'm not getting younger and I can't just sale my business. After all, you have the same gene count as I am,” the old man mused. “Gene count?” Taylor couldn't believe it, she don't think gene count was even possible. “Twenty-two silver pools of genes,” he said with a glint of mischief in his emerald eyes. “You mustn't hold onto what you learned in school to understand gene count,” the woman next to him finally spoke up. “You've never dreamt a single dream since infancy,” he cleared his throat and looked at her with serious eyes. “No,” the silver haired girl shook her head. “Then you're a true Glave,” the man laughed whole-heartedly.

 

“What do you mean?” Taylor asked. “Come with us and you'll see what we mean,” the old man said motion for Taylor to follow him as his wife placed a bouquet of oleander and calla lilies mixed together in it down in front of headstone. “Beats talking to him,” Taylor said following the woman and her husband away from the headstone. “True enough,” the old man laughed as they passed her father and his wife.

 

“I'm not done talking to you, young lady.” Taylor was suddenly yanked back when a strong hand grabbed her arm. “Young lady? Do you call her that too? I'm sure as hell she ain't much older than I am,” Taylor snorted as she freed her arm from the man's grip. “I told you before old man, you were never my father and you can never be. Trying to make up for lost time is a waste of time in itself old man,” Taylor said with her voice full of malice as before. “You!” her father raised his hand and about to struck her but what she said next made his blood run cold. “Strike me and I'll make sure that your wife here will get her fair share, only ten times worst. I might bare your name and blood, but I'm a Glave at heart. Remember old man, I'm not the same person I was four years ago.” Taylor said as she removed her shades showing golden and sapphire eyes, a one of a kind set of eyes color that seemed to never exist until now.

 

“What kind of a bar is this?” Taylor asked as soon as she stepped off the plane and into the airport. They didn't really catch up on the good old days; instead they booked tickets right after New Years and took the first available flight from New York to Tokyo then another flight to Sendai. “It's a place where everybody comes to relax and have a good time,” the old man said. “Honey, you really should explain to her more thoroughly,” his wife nudged him lightly. “Yes, yes… I've forgot that we've only seen her twice. But let's save it until we get home,” he replied with a warm smile even though it's totally freezing outside.

 

“Ahem…” her grandfather cleared his throat as soon as they settled down into a midsize house a bit away from the city. “Have some tea dear,” his wife smiled placing a cup of jasmine tea in front of him. “Thank you,” he said politely before taking a sip of the tea. “Let us start off with your mother, as you know that she dreamt but you never do. Unlike us, she doesn't have sufficient silver pools in her but enough to cause her to have slight health failure. You are now the last of our bloodline, and you're at the age where you should think of finding a mate. There seem to be a certain someone that really liked you,” he paused for a moment.

 

“Let me explain the origin of our family history,” his wife interrupted him as she placed a cup of tea in front of Taylor and sit down next to her. “Go on,” Taylor nodded finding everything so far to be very interesting somehow. “We existed since ancient times, but through times the number of members in the family slowly dwindled down. We are beings that once rivaled with the gods as they looked to us for a good dream. We're Dream Weavers, though now a day we're mere mortals…” she paused. “That's because we wanted to be able to dream like everyone else, but to be able to dream we're throwing away our responsibilities and our immortality as well. Soon, only one person out of a few generations will be unable to dreams to replace the older generation, so that the older ones could finally dream an eternal dream.” “But to do that, you must first find a mate. Being a Dream Weaver is a very long and lonesome job,” the husband once again regained control of the conversation. “What does that have to do with the bar?” Taylor seemed confused. “The bar is where all the dreams were weaved,” her grandfather laughed. “You kidding me,” she murmured not believing what she just heard about her family's history.

 

“Well, I must get back to the bar now. It would be hectic if I don't,” he laughed again and quickly disappeared from Taylor's sight. “Even though you're not a pure Glave, but the amount of gene count in you are higher than both of ours combined.” “What do you mean? I thought I have the same silver pools as grampa,” Taylor gives the elder woman a confused look. “You actually have forty-six silver pools of gene, while we have a total of forty silver pools of gene. Didn't you notice that the color of your eyes doesn't just change from green or blue anymore, but it is now one blue and one gold? A Dream Weaver's eye color tells her mood,” her grandmother smiled at her as she picked up the cups and headed for the kitchen.

 

Oddly, Taylor seemed to digest all those information well, even though it's pretty damn unbelievable. But misfortune seemed to have its eyes on her when she went out for a little sight-seeing; Taylor got hit by a delivery truck that was out of control for some unknown reason. Surprisingly, she only got a few cuts and a fractured right forearm. Fated to meet again, she ended up at a local hospital that Yuki worked at and we treated by Ken Kanzaki, a man with more feminine feats than Taylor. Lucky for him, she was unconscious when he treated her wounds as she seemed to have a strong dislike towards men in general.

 

“Yuki, there's a patient with white hair that arrived a few hours ago. They said that she got hit by a delivery truck, though I'm surprised that she only suffered a fracture to the forearm and minor cuts.” Ken said as he caught up with his little sister. “You kidding me,” Yuki murmured in disbelief. “I'm dead serious, come I'll show you…” he trailed off when the sound of someone shouted from one of the patient's room.

 

“Get the FUCK off of me!!!” the unruly voice sounded like music to Yuki's ears. “Don't you fucking touch me!!!” another rain of profanity was spewed and rightly enough a male nurse was flying out of the room and hit the wall hard. “I guess… she's awake now…” Ken looked slightly nervous as he increased his pace as Yuki caught up with him. Inside the room, a furious silver haired woman was ripping the needle out of her arm. “Great, now I can't even put my damn shirt on.” Taylor grumbled as she stared at the cast on her right arm. After a minute of thinking, she grabbed her loose t-shirt and put it on finally feeling all dressed and not so bare again. She turned to leave only to find a pair of familiar eyes was looking at her while another pair of eyes really stared at her.

 

“Do you have something against me?” Taylor asked Yuki as her voice full of malice. “Whatever do you mean? I am not the one that treated you this time; it is my brother here that treated you.” Yuki said plainly trying not to show the joy she's feeling seeing Taylor again. Taylor shuddered slightly looking over at Ken before turning her attention back to the beautiful woman in front of her. “If I ever come in here again, I want either you or another female doctor. I hate men,” Taylor said deadpan. Yuki couldn't help but giggled as her brother looked slightly embarrassed. “Actually, he's gay so there's no need for you to worry about him staring.” Yuki said with a warm smile on her face. “I don't care,” Taylor said leaving the room. “Hey doc thanks for the cast.” Taylor stopped long enough to give her thanks to Ken. “Come on woman, I don't have all night,” she said to Yuki without turning around to face the doctor. She felt like she owed it to have a talk with the doctor to settle her unsettled feelings about the woman that night at the apartment a few months back.

 

“What do you want for dinner?” Taylor asked as she flagged down a cab. “Are you asking me out on a date?” Yuki teased. “No, but I'm hungry aren't you?” the silver haired said flatly. “Wherever you want,” Yuki smiled. They took the cab to a small restaurant that seemed to be a bit out of the way, but Yuki didn't mind as long as she's with the girl of her dream (literally). Oddly, the owner personally greeted Yuki and Taylor, and the silver hair was sure that she never been here before. They ordered their meal and Taylor wolfed down her food to satisfied her hunger, the young doctor could only watched in amusement as she herself finished her food in a elegant manner.

 

Somehow they ended up at a hotel that Taylor stayed in, for the convenience of sight-seeing of course. Yuki noticed that the younger girl's eyes were changing from feral gold to emerald and now a deep sapphire, this surprised her because it was the first time she noticed the girl's eyes changed to so many colors. “Look, I know that I wasn't the nicest person in the world. I know that you have some very twisted dreams about us,” she paused when Yuki's face gone from shock to sheet pale. “Well, I'm sure as hell that I'm not going to wear leather clothes and have a leather whip that's for sure. Anyway, my grandfather was kind enough to not sit around and watch your dreams with me. That would be strangely creepy, if you ask me. But I can't believe that I ended up watching every single one of them, and what's worst was that my heart got all excited and happy over it. I can't believe I'm falling for a woman who has dirty dreams about me,” Taylor finished her rambling as her cheeks turned a light shade of red while Yuki was red from head to toes.

 

“Wait, what do you mean by watching my dreams?” Yuki suddenly realized something wasn't right. “Oh yeah, long story short…” Taylor paused. “I'm a Dream Weaver, last of our bloodline. I've never have a dream in my life, because Dream Weaver aren't supposed to dream. At least my grandfather learned to file dreams, so I think my life won't be so bad when I took over as Dream Weaver so he can have an eternal dream.” Taylor said scratching her cheek with her left hand and looked everywhere but at Yuki. “It's not plausible,” Yuki said. “I used to think that too, until I saw all those dreams of yours. You must be one frustrated doctor,” Taylor laughed lightly at her own words. “Am not,” Yuki pouted. “Then how do you explain that you've dreamt about us doing indecent things every night since we first met at the bar?” the silver hair grinned a winning grin.

 

“You know, I have to wonder if it's possible to impregnate you since I'm not all that human and all.” Taylor laughed as they broke the kiss. “In your dream,” Yuki replied though wishing if that was possible. “I don't dream remember?” Taylor reminded the older woman as she kissed Yuki's neck while her hands slipped under the young doctor's shirt. “Mmm… I'm not ready yet…” Yuki moaned slightly but pushed the younger girl away. “Okay, promise that I won't force you but can I touch you?” Taylor chuckled as she pulled the young doctor into an embrace. Saying nothing, Yuki snuggled up against the warmth of the silver haired and drifted off to a dreamless sleep for once.

 

By spring, Taylor took over the bar and engaged to the young neurosurgeon. She was able to adapt to the environment of the bar, there's all kind of creatures that entered the bar. She learnt that the bar existed in different dimensions as well and worlds and it's best to never question the magic of nature within itself. Yuki on the other hand was having a difficult time adjusting to her new role as fiancée, since they gone from strangers to engaged without dating. The sight at the bar Taylor worked in doesn't help much, what's with demons, werewolves; zombies, ghosts, vampires, fairies, and some creatures that even Yuki can't give a term to. The worst part was that her fiancée hired girls only, and they all looked drop dead gorgeous too. Giving Taylor's history with women, Yuki feared that her fiancée would stray away when she's not around because of her occupation.

 

Chasing away her doubts, Taylor decided it's time to get married just as the leaves started changing color. She was determined that they would get married even if Yuki isn't readied for a domestic life, but she was getting tired of waiting for the doctor. Saying she's not satisfied with just touching and holding Yuki anymore, not when the young doctor kept having inappropriate dreams about her fiancée. Yuki, fearing that the silver haired girl might took someone else to bed if she doesn't agree on the marriage caved in to Taylor's demand. After the wedding, things went back to the way it was and the only different thing was that Yuki got a lot less sleep than she used to. She really didn't mind much when Taylor was giving some mind blowing love making lessons. It amazed her how the girl managed to get out of bed so early everyday and got the shop ready by herself after all that energy was spent making love just hours before.

 

End~