Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Trinity ( Chapter 19 )

Thought I should make a return to the actual storyline. Got distracted by Schu. Not terribly difficult to guess. Don't worry moi-moichan, I promise to put more sordid details of Aya and Yohji in later. Oh, yeah, don't own it. Making no money from it. On with the show.

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A thousand lifetimes long ago

We made a promise, we would not let go

So I've come for you tonight

And we live again, before we lose each other.

 

Blood was everywhere. All over his clothes, in his hair, liberally coating the sword he carried as well. He looked to them and they nodded only once, reaching out and taking his hands in theirs. He felt the first initial pulses of power surge up one arm then the other. He was the power, his male partner was the structure and she was the magick. Damn he was so tired he didn't know if he could hold it. But he had to, with the other two linked in they would die if he didn't.

 

Nagi woke to strangled screams. His own. Ghost was already out of bed and trying to shake him awake. Omi was on the other side of him holding on to his hands so he didn't hurt himself.

 

“Nagi! Nagi! Wake up!”

 

“I'm here,” he said, pulling one hand out of Omi's and putting it to his aching head. He was breathing hard and every nerve ending hurt.

 

“The same dream?” Omi asked.

 

“Yeah,” Nagi said, sitting up shakily.

 

“Okay, that's it. I'm going to Blaze with this,” Ghost said, standing up and pulling both boys to their feet.

 

“Ghost, don't. You know she's got a lot on her mind. She doesn't need to be bothered with this,” Omi said, wrapping one arm protectively around Nagi's still trembling shoulders.

 

“She'd want to know, Omi. She's been my mother for the last ten years. So have Star and Skye for that matter. She would want to know if something was bothering me. And this is obviously something major since all three of us are having the same damn dream night after night. Even when we're not together. Come on, get in bed,” she said, pulling both of them toward the bed. They both balked for a second. “Oh, for the love of the gods! We need to sleep. We sleep better touching each other; you two know that by now.”

 

They both nodded and climbed into the bed. Nagi somehow ended up in the middle with Ghost curled up against him on one side and Omi on the other. He wasn't certain if the sigh he uttered was one of exhaustion or contentment. Ghost was right; they did sleep much better touching. They had discovered that the first night they had all spent together. When Omi had been the one who'd woke up close to screaming. He hadn't quieted until both he and Ghost had put their hands on him. They had all slept on the floor, tumbled on the futon mattress like a bunch of puppies.

 

This was good, Nagi thought. He felt better than he ever had in his life with these two. Here were two people who wanted him to be okay, who wanted him around. Moreover, he was simply wanted. There was still lingering awe in that thought. No one had ever really wanted him before. Sure Schwarz had taken him in and they formed a little family that frankly put the fun in dysfunctional. Omi had been his enemy for what seemed like forever. It was decidedly odd to be lying next to him with no concern whatsoever for his life. The connection both of them had to Ghost was even stranger. But she seemed to balance them out. He wasn't sure he could let go of either of them when this mission ended. He blinked, startled at the tears that had suddenly come to his eyes.

 

“Shhh. S'okay, Nagi,” Omi mumbled, throwing one arm across Nagi's chest, his fingers tangling with Ghost's which were already resting there.

 

“Go to sleep. We'll chase off the nightmares together,” Ghost said.

 

Nagi fell into dreams again. Not good, not bad, just dreams. Dreams of a woman's voice singing, a man's smile. Dreams of watching someone's nimble fingers making arrows for hunting. Dreams of a healer's touch. Dreams that felt more like memories than dreams.

 

 

Ghost woke at dawn to someone knocking softly on her door. She started to scramble up until she saw Skye come in and close the door behind her.

 

“Ghost, you'd better get the boys up and to their own room before Sunny gets home. He'll be here in about fifteen minutes.”

 

“Thanks,” she said smiling. “Skye?”

 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

 

“Do you know anything about dreams?”

 

“A little. Why?”

 

“We've been having the same nightmare for over a month now. Every time it gets clearer and more intense. We're not sure what to make of it.”

 

“Hmmm. I don't know either. Maybe you should ask Goddess about it when she comes in today.”

 

“I will. Oh, you'd better have Star straighten things out between Ran and Yohji, otherwise they won't be speaking to each other for a quite a while. That could compromise the mission.”

 

“I will,” Skye said, heading out the door. She paused for a moment and turned to look at them all. “You know the three of you make a very good team.”

 

“How far have you seen that one go?” Ghost asked, smiling.

 

Skye smiled back at her. “Centuries.”

 

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The song at the beginning of this chapter is “Forget Me Not” by Bad English. I don't own it either and it was used utterly without permission.