Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / X/1999 Fan Fiction / Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Then came an angel ❯ The Dreamseers ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8

By Sapadu

Kotori slept. And as she slept, she saw the Earth. Like a blue, glass marble in the sky.

And as she watched, a pair of glass wings sprouted from behind the Earth. Then followed by one feathered angel wing, and then a black demon wing. A figure rose from behind the Earth. It was a tall, gangly figure, but definitely woman. Her arms were long and skinny and her fingers too long for her hands, looking as though they were really needles, their endpoints were so sharp. Her hair was silvery white and her eyes the purest of amethyst. Her clothes were black and made of leather, except for the ornament that held her hair. That was a stiff headdress of black and purple stripes.

"You pitiful, insignificant, mortal fools!" She cried, slashing the Earth into shards with her knife-like fingers.

"You DARE to decide your own fate! Dragons of Heaven and Dragons of Earth! Whatever you be! Interfere with the power of the Gods and you all shall fall!" The Earth split apart, the shards and pieces and chunks being caught in a web of iridescent and silvery-golden threads. In the web, seven dragons of green and cream colors became entangled, struggling and squirming, trying to break free, choking themselves in the process. Similarly, seven red and black dragons became trapped.

Finally, the woman pulled the strings of the Earth, slicing the wings of the dragons as they fell, out of space and back to the Earth below, shattering into glass as they hit.

Kotori did not wake. She couldn't. But the dream drifted away. All she could do was wait. And she cried out to him...

Kamui.... Kamui....

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Hinoto could only sit in her chamber.

She, too, had a dream. The world was sand and darkness. She could see nothing through the sand storm. She could hear the cries of some great beast over her head.

The sand stopped. There were pyramids on the horizon. And on the sand plain before her, stood six figures. Over the figures were dragons and beasts and humans with unbelievable magical powers.

Hinoto could not see any of the people's faces, except one. He was a young boy, with tan skin and who wore the robes of a great ruler, even an Egyptian crown and heavy gold jewelry. His hair stuck into the air and was black laced with crimson and gold.

Over his head, a sorcerer dressed in royal purple held a staff in a fighting stance against their opponent: a great, white dragon with piercing blue eyes. Hinoto could not see the face of the man who controlled the dragon.

As the battle began, Hinoto watched as the two persons beside the Pharaoh set off after the two who had been behind his opponent. Monsters began to appear, battling each other in place of their masters on the ground.

Meanwhile, Hinoto could only focus on the young man controlling the magician.

Then, he looked her way and Hinoto was pierced by two large lavender eyes.

And she awoke.

It had been the end of the world.

Only, five thousand years ago.

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Triclops always took naps in the afternoon. If he didn't, he was usually pretty crabby around dinner time. His brain still hadn't recovered from all the shock therapy that had been used on him.

Kendalina sat on her heels with Triclops' head in her lap. She could see him perfectly well, in spite of the bandages over her eyes. She didn't need her eyes to see: her connection with the Force was strong enough to be able to see things around her without looking.

Really, Triclops with an eye in the back of his head and her being able to see no matter where her eyes were pointing... They truly were a good parenting couple... except for the parentING part...

Ken and the farmboy had gone shopping for groceries. Kendalina had really just sent them so Triclops could take his nap. It was easier, somehow, for Triclops to sleep when it was just the two of them around. Her lap had always been the most comfortable pillow to him, and his head in her lap was a kind of weight that helped remind Kendalina that being a Jedi didn't mean she had to be ice cold.

She tended to forget that with Ken in the room...

Triclops' hand clenched at the fabric of Kendalina's skirt. Smiling, the Jedi Princess bent and pressed a kiss to her husband's scarred temple, idly running a hand through his long, matted white hair.

Triclops was dreaming.

And in his dream, Triclops saw a cloud of darkness.

Two people stood in the center, a strange device on each of their arms. The devices looked like the strange contraption Kendalina had brought home the other day. In fact, Triclops recognized his wife as one of the two.

The other was a young man with tan skin and pale hair that stuck up into the air in every direction. He wore a dark purple shirt, tan pants and a black cape. On his head, there rested a glowing golden eye. In one hand, he held three cards. In the other, he held a rod of gold, with an ax on the end.

One card, he placed on the disk on his arm. Immediately, a creature appeared; some kind of snake. The man also placed two cards under the disk. Triclops watched, helplessly, as his wife's face morphed with confusion.

Finally, one card flipped up and a giant flaming bird took the field consuming the snake monster before attacking. Kendalina dropped to her knees, then collapsed completely as she disappeared.

"N-no..." Triclops heard himself say. A hand on his own brought him back to the real world. His head was in Kendalina's lap and her hand was on his, squeezing and her fingers gently massaging his own calloused palm.

"Triclops, it's alright. Just a nightmare." She whispered, pressing her other hand to his back. Triclops rolled over and stared up at his wife's eyeless face. Kendalina still hadn't told him how she'd lost her eyes, but they were undeniably the two things he had missed most about her. Kendalina's eyes had always been hope for him, because they had been gray, like steel or like the prison, yet they had always been so full of life and joy and laughter.

He raised a hand to touch the bandages.

"You... you were gone... again..." He whispered back. Kendalina smiled, but, somehow, even if she still had her eyes, Triclops was sure the smile wouldn't have reached them.

"I'm not gone, now." She reminded him. Triclops shivered.

"Kendalina... you said the exact same thing when I dreamt about your death..." He reminded her. Kendalina's smile was DEFINITELY sad, now.

"Triclops, it'll be okay. I promise. I'm already dead, so I can't die again!" Triclops almost winced at the tone of voice that she used. It was so much like the voice Kendalina had used that night before she'd died. Triclops gave her a look.

"That tournament... the one starting next week... you shouldn't go..." Triclops murmured. Kendalina stroked his hair. She couldn't think of anything to say.

When one couldn't say anything, there was nothing to do, but trust the Force.

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It was that night again. The air was the same coolness, the wind just as light and the sky as starless.

No stars would shine on a night when someone died.

Kakyou could do nothing, except watch the figure below him crawl. He'd dreamt this nightmare so many times before. Nothing he could do, nothing he could say, not even if he tried to fast forward in the dream to find Hokuto...

Hokuto would die. The Sakurazukamori would kill her and Kakyou would also pay, with a fraction of his sanity and with his smile. And he would again be in this endless sleep, where no one could get to him.

Except 'Kamui' of course.

There was a shot. Kakyou saw his own figure fall, blood beginning to stain the loose, unfit garments about his stomach. Kakyou remembered that pain. He remembered it well, but at the time, he hadn't felt it. He was too worried, too shocked, in such a hurry to get to Hokuto before she got to the Sakurazukamori... the only way he had noticed was by how it had hindered his speed.

There were the steps. Kakyou forever remembered that in truth, there had only been twenty, but he had been crawling and the steps were so high and wide, it had taken an eternity. He remembered crawling, his belly against the ground like a begging dog, as he crawled up those endless stairs, praying that he would make it in time.

Up above, at the top of the stairs, he saw her. Hokuto in the omnyouji robes, her dark hair falling lightly against her face and down the back of her neck. Her eyes stood out among the darkness. Kakyou cried against the bonds of the dream.

"Hokuto, run! Run away!" She couldn't hear him. And even if she had, she wouldn't have listened. So determined to do this, even if she died, even if she suffered, Hokuto didn't care. She wanted to save her brother.

Kakyou already felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. He covered his face with his hands. He couldn't watch. No, he just couldn't watch it, not one more time. He'd seen Hokuto die enough times. He didn't want to see her blood splatter, the hand of the Sakurazukamori connect with her heart again, the stain that would grow on those snow white robes...

He couldn't watch it. Not any more.

"Rin... Pyo... Tou... Sha... Kai... Chin... Restu..." Kakyou blinked. Hokuto had said she couldn't use most spells in omnyouji. She hadn't chanted like this at her death. And that voice....

That voice wasn't Hokuto's...

A noise split the air, part of it like a sword impaling a person, another part like... a flame... like a sword being lit to flame...

"Z-Zai... Z-Ze-en..." The voice finished the chant, growing choked, before dying completely. Kakyou opened his eyes. The woman below wasn't Hokuto at all. Indeed, she looked similar... but her hair was brown... and her eyes were like silver...

There was no blood. Instead, there was a burnt hole in her chest. The man dressed in black above her was not the Sakurazukamori at all, either. He was completely black, even with a mask that covered his entire head. In his hand, he held a saber of some sort... with a red blade that glowed in the dark night.

And the young man on the steps, reaching out for his fallen loved one wasn't Kakyou... his hair was shorter, a paler shade of blond, almost to the point where it was white... his eyes were green... including the third eye Kakyou saw peaking out from under his hair in the back of his head...

Kakyou could only continue to stare.

Had he witnessed someone else's death?

A/N: Yes, I know. A screwy chapter, indeed. Some important things you need to have noted:

In Kotori's dream: Basically, this is showing that the 'End of the World' isn't actually supposed to happen the way it does. But it also reveals that anyone else trying to revolutionize the world *coughMarikcoughNERVcough* will also be killed, because they're not supposed to be doing that stuff.

In Hinoto's dream: The Promised Day has happened before (credit for that idea goes to Kouri and Karasu) and that Yugioh, as the Pharaoh, had been the Kamui. Duh.

In Triclops' dream: A scene that WILL show up in the Battle City tournament. (Finals, to be precise, but not with the same outcome) As well as telling us that Triclops is a dreamseer.

In Kakyou's dream: Kendalina's death. Also hints that she might be an omnyouji (And I don't care: That's what she is!)

You know, I kinda toyed with the idea of making Tea one of the dreamseers. But, I decided against it. I'd REALLY have to pull that out of my ass.

Hey! Two chapters so close together! Youpii!