Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time Fan Fiction ❯ The Creator's Desire ❯ Chapter 1: The Space Between Dream and Reality ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Long ago, he knew what reality was. He lived it, breathed it, and he had decided reality was dull. Nothing exciting ever happened. Meaning for him had no existence, no purpose. There were food replicators to provide the body sustenance and places to go for entertainment. Nothing more, and such things had become tiring.Luther hated it, the so-called perfect-ness of the world around him. He longed for something of substance, for a way to banish the tediousness, but adding substance and challenge to his life had only been a dream. Something for him to cling onto in the bleak hours of the early morning, if there ever was such a thing.At night, he would dream of another time and another place, a new world. The inhabitants who lived there called out to him, begging him to give them life as only he could, and Luther found he could not resist their pleas. Creation was an act of sheer will, and it could not be denied. Luther worked hard, proving to his so-called peers that he was far better than they, and that he could do what they could not, eventually taking over Sphere Company, as it had been hoped for by his father. Still, he heard those voices, and he wanted to do his best to give them the life they so plainly asked to have.One of the inhabitants of this bright, new world stood out from the rest, a young person whose features Luther could never fully recall. He just remembered the greenest of eyes and the most tempting of lips, and the space between dream and reality blurred even more. Luther obsessed night and day over this person, this creation, wanting to kiss and taste and touch. He felt it was entirely possible to meet this person. It was simply a matter of finding this creation and making all of his dreams come true.
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Since the night of his fifteenth birthday, he had dreamt of blonde hair and blue eyes, of hands touching him with desperation and a great need. Pain briefly assaulted him then mind-numbing sensations he could not even begin to describe overrode any rational thought. The feelings that filled Fayt when he dreamt of this person scared him because they resonated with what this other person was feeling as well. He would wake up with a moan in his throat, and his body aching for this other person's touch. What frightened Fayt even more was he knew the other person was a man, just like himself, and the intensity of such dreams had not faded as the years had passed him by.
Tonight had been no exception to the intensity of this man's desire and the resonation that still clung to every fiber of Fayt's being. He and his comrades were getting close to accomplishing their goals yet his mind focused more on his dreams than what they were trying to accomplish. Fayt pushed the blankets off of him, and carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed. His dreams of the blond-haired man always left him with an ache in his groin and a sense of disappointment that it had never been real to begin with. As quiet as a mouse, Fayt walked towards the window of the room and gazed at the star-filled sky. The moon had hidden itself for the evening.
"Who are you?" he whispered, gazing wistfully. "And why do you keep haunting me like this?" Then he sighed and lowered his head. They were questions he felt would never have an answer, and it left him dissatisfied with his life.
If only he could find this man . . . but then there was always a difference between dream and reality.