100 worlds

6th World :: The Lone and The Bystander

2011-05-22T20:23:00.001+07:00

This is a Clannad AU. Similar story, with an addition. OC warning.

Disclaimer : I don't own Clannad.

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The ocean was so blue, with overwhelming sunlight, everyone laughs.

Everyone but a little girl playing by herself on the shore. She was on her own world, eyes gazing on the starfish lying underwater. I never get to know her name. She didn't want to come in the circle. I was absolutely sure that the other children won't mind having her around. It is after all, like the phrase, 'Carpe Diem'. We might not meet again, so let us enjoy the time we have now.

But when she pokes at the starfish, I saw a small light shimmers within her eyes. That girl smiles, an honest smile.

Too bad we won't meet again.

At least, that was what I thought. In her third year of junior high, I met her. That girl again, the one playing alone with the starfish. She had the face of a child, hair slightly green. Mysterious amber eyes that lost its shine.

She always do her things alone. She didn't join any clubs and returned home soon after school. She rejected girls who invited her going home together, she hardly ever talks. I'm starting to wonder if she is the same girl I met at the beach last time. Her amber eyes, buried its light and showed the dull orbs of a fossil.

Our next meeting was in her first high school year. Her eyes now filled with determination. I was about to greet her before this girl, Mitsui started a chat with her. That was when I learned her name.

Ibuki Fuko.

I stared at the two, watching them talked to each another. Then that girl, Fuko, smiled. I saw small light glittered on her eyes. That light was coming back. I smiled at her. Maybe she didn't need my help after all.

Except, the unthinkable happened.

Fuko Ibuki got into an accident. She was immediately sent to the hospital, however, she only had little chance to survive.

I never get to know her, but I decided to visit her.

There she was, watching her sister, whom was watching at her sleeping body. I can't believe what my eyes saw. But she was there, watching her sad sister with a sorrowful eyes. The shine she just retrieved was lost, again. It seemed like she wanted to assure her sister that she's fine. She didn't want her sister to grief over her. But she couldn't do anything. Her voice can't reach her sister. Yet, strangely it reached mine.

But what could I do?

I don't know her, nor do I know how to help her.

It sounded very pathetic, but I left shortly after.

Our fourth meeting was in the empty classroom. It has been two years since the incident. She didn't notice me. She was standing there. Maybe she was feeling lonely. Her eyes shouted sadness to me, yet she didn't cry. I approached her, but I can't touch her. She couldn't feel my presence.

She was a strong child. But she needed help.

Without thinking, I said that one word that made her eyes glitter that light on our first meeting.

She realized what I was saying, then rushed to the outside. She started collecting wood, and sculpted that into what seemed to be a starfish. I'm glad my voice reached her.

She started sculpting, and sculpting. It hurt her hands, but she told herself. It's alright, she said. It's going to be alright. She repeated. With that determination masked on her face, she kept sculpting.

Our next meeting was in that same classroom. This time, she was with her friends. They were having a class. They made her the class representative. She seemed happy. The light returned to her eyes.

She was forgotten by her friends the next few days, but that light didn't die. She believed in them. I can't do anything to her. She didn't need my help. She was strong. She believed in her friends as much as I believed in her. Everything will be alright.

Our sixth meeting, also our last meeting was at her sister's wedding. I saw her as she started disappearing. That starfish sculpture she made, everyone had one now. Even me.

It's time I gave her a little help, right?

Everyone had forgotten about the girl, but the memories stayed within their heart. This was the only thing I could do. Leaving traces of her within everyone. This way, it won't be erased. Her hard work, and that little light within her eyes.

There won't be another time we can meet. But there's one thing I can be sure of. That little light won't fade, that smile on her face, that innocent soul.

My name is Neeya

I'm the "Bystander".

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A/N :

Neeya is an OC of mine. You can find her by reading through my original fictions. She won't appear now, but I just feel like letting her meet with Fuko.

1st World :: Dreamers [ Number 0 of Tarot Cards ]

2011-05-17T23:27:00.000+07:00

CHAPTER 3

“Will…”

“ugh… Five more minutes…” He groaned.

“Come on, wake up already!” She nudged him.

“I said five more minutes… shut the hell up, Fai!” He groaned again and shove the hand away. Then he realized that the size of the arm was different.

“…huh?” He looked at the girl with eyes staring wide. An image of his brother was quickly replaced with the annoyed face of a girl crouching next to him. “What do you mean, Fai? I’m Tairah!” She pouted at him then stood up and walked away. He could hear the small rustling sound. He could hear birds chirping around happily. And the grasses around him were green.

“Did we return to the real world?!” He shouted as he sat up and looked around. They were in a forest. A calm bright forest. “No, I don’t think so, these might look real, but this is also someone else’s dream… I think.”

“Someone else’s dream? What do you mean?” He asked. “And… weren’t we in that plain with silver grasses and purple sky, and black cherry tree, and the skeleton thing?” He added.

“Yeah. We were. But we’re not anymore. This world, as I said is ‘dream’ which consist of people’s dreams. Well, I guess there are two kinds of people here. Those who can travel through dreams and have abilities like us, and people who create worlds we travel through. I guess I would like to call us ‘travelers’ while them ‘dreamers’.” She paused a while before taking a breath and continued.

“I think that blond girl determines everything, so don’t ask me why. This theory is basically something I made by collecting testimonies from people. Oh, and about how we can move from that place, it’s because we climbed the dream stair. The dream stair will appear whenever we defeat those Nightmares.”

The silver haired nodded in understanding. It’s not like he believed in her story, sadly it already happened and he had no choice but to agree. Then he realized something about the girl and decided to ask her out of curiosity. “You said that you have gathered information from people, where are they now and why are you traveling alone? You’re after all, a girl. Isn’t it dangerous for a girl to travel alone? In such a place like this?” He asked.

“Hey! I’m fifteen! I’m old enough to travel alone!” She replied. Then she sighed and looked away. “…The people I met are all older than me. I don’t feel safe with them. Besides, they are all guys.” She said with a blush in her face. No wonder why she felt unsafe.

“… But I’m a guy too?” He replied. “Well, at least you’re younger than me. Aren’t you? How old are you anyway?” She asked.

“…Thirteen.” He said with a sigh. Now he felt inferior toward the girl.

And at that she smiled widely with a winning aura from her face. “Oh, may I ask something?” The girl asked out of the sudden. He didn’t think of it and immediately answered with a ‘yes’.

“About this Fai person. You called me Fai just now, who is he?” She asked. This time, it was Will who looked away. He couldn’t define his relationship with his brother. Although brothers, he couldn’t feel the relation. It’s like they were strangers. And whenever he saw the younger boy, he felt… irritated. Now that someone has asked how they are related, he couldn’t find the word and just stated the obvious.

“…He’s my brother. I lost sight of him when I came here.” He said.

“Ah! I’m… sorry, you must miss your brother a lot, didn’t you?” She apologized, sympathizing the boy.

“…Nah, I don’t really like him. I don’t really care what happened to him.” Or so he thought, but then again, he had shouted to defend the younger boy. Now he wondered what he really feel for the boy.

“Eh? Are you not blood-related?” She asked. But then realized that she might have hurt the boy’s feelings that she apologized again.

“…No, we are blood-related. It’s just that… I don’t know. I can’t… I can’t love him like what brothers do.” He said.

“…Will…” Tairah had put that worried face again. She had no idea what to say to him. She fell silent for a while… then she chuckled. “What’s funny?” He grumbled at the girl, yet she kept her smile. “No, it’s just that… I had a brother too.” She said.

“We are twins although we don’t look alike. He’s really wild, but kind… He was really a good brother, however…”

“However?”

“… As we grew up, He was… ignoring me. It felt distant. Everything is just so wrong.” She confessed, then sighed. “…We were so close back then.” She finished.

Now it was his turn to fall silent. Why was she telling her story out of the sudden anyway?

“O~kay. Enough of sob stories. We can fix everything when we return to our world.” She said as she stretched her arms to the sky. “You know, sometimes I don’t feel bad of coming here. It’s like, we came here so that we could change something. I never thought I’d miss my brother this much. Back then, I thought I don’t want to care for him anymore...” She turned and show her sad smiling face.

“I’m speaking too much, aren’t I? Me and my big fat mouth!” She yelled as she smiled with a blush.

“…No, maybe you’re not wrong at all.” Will added as he stood up as well.

It might be true…

I… never thought I’d be worried.

Where did this feeling came from?

The two continued their exploration for a while and found them lost in the forest.

“Booey, where is the exit?! I’m tired of trees!” Tairah protested.

“Calm down, Tairah. We have to keep our head cool.” Will advised.

Although… It feels weird. It’s as if we’re walking in circles

“Ooh, I want to see something else…” Tairah keep protesting.

“Leave.”

“Eeh?! Now you’re telling me to leave you?! You meanie!” She shouted at the boy.

“… That wasn’t me.” Will said, looking cautious as he examined the area. The voice belong to someone else. “…Tairah, we’ve got company.” He notified the girl. Her face turned serious as she drew her Tarot deck.

“Will, use your ability.” She whispered to him.

“…” He gulped

“Will! Get ready!” She whispered even louder.

“…” This time, his face paled.

“Hey, Will! I told you to-“ Not waiting for the girl to finish, he shouted back at her.

“I know! It’s just that…”

“Just what?!”

“… I don’t know what my ability is.”

There was a long pause before the unknown voice returned.

“Leave this place… or die!” The eerie voice shouted. Along with that, a herd of human-shaped mud launched to attack them.

“Aaaaaahhhh!”

“Run!”

The boy grabbed Tairah’s arm and led her away from the herd of mud monster thing. They ran for what felt like hours and managed to get away from the mud monster. Then they arrived in an unfamiliar place. Wherever they are, they must be far enough from where they were. Both of them were panting, they were out of breath after running for so long.

“Youuuu!! What do you mean by you don’t know what your ability is?!” She shouted at him and he responded with the “I don’t know what I don’t know” look. She sighed then crossed her arms. “Well, I already told you that ability is a gift given to us… travelers to fight those monsters. Which would be the skeleton thing, and that mud thing.” She said.

“Yeah, but how do I know what is mine? How did you know yours anyway?” He shrugged. She seemed to be taking it so seriously that she responded with nothing but a serious face. “… Now that you mention it…” She muttered. “… I don’t really know.” She stated with a confused face.

“Huh?! But- Wait, this isn’t right. You’re able to use your ability, but you didn’t know how you got yours?!” He shouted at her. She closed her eyes, as if trying to remember. But when she opened, all she gave was a sigh. “…I don’t remember much… It’s like I’ve known about it from the start, you know.” She stated.

“From… the start?” He repeated. ‘Then what is mine?’ He thought. The thought saddens him. Without an ability, all they could do is run. And there’s not a chance that he will rely his life to some random girl. He was a boy. A man. A man shall not depended on a girl. Although he was younger, he should be the one protecting her. Not the other way around. ‘I don’t want to be useless.’ He said to himself as suddenly a music box tune cracked the silence between them.

“…Did you hear that?” She asked him. He nodded in return. Still not in the mood to talk. “It’s so beautiful.” Tairah said, totally mesmerized to the tune.

“There might be someone else here. Let’s try to find out where this song came from!” She said to the boy.

“What if it’s a trap?” He replied shortly.

“I don’t think it’s a trap, besides, you have me! I’ll protect you until you know what your ability is!” She said cheerfully.

At her statement, he felt even down. A little angry. But that anger was addressed to himself. He was angry, because he was useless.

5th World :: I Love You

2011-04-24T08:25:00.004+07:00

This must be love

Because I can't stop thinking of you, tonight.

This must be love

Because I can't stop smiling

I like it, the way you smile

I like it, the way you laugh

I like the way you look at me

I like the way you talk to me

And, like a never ending song

Your voice looped through my mind

like a unstoppable waltz

That feelings flowed through every single pieces of me.

If I can turn these feelings into a song, I'll let my lips sing it for you

If I can turn these feelings into a flower, I'll present it to you

If I can turn these feelings into a paint, I'll colour them for you

If I can, for once tell you these feelings I held for you, I'll definitely melt.

Oh, Harmonia,

The notes from Do to Ti.

Each represents the seven colours of the light.

I'm falling in love.

With the melody, I'll sing the most beautiful love song

With the fragrance, I'll send you the sweetest aroma of my love

With the colours, I'll stroke the portrait of my heart.

Then I'll tell you, I love you.

17th World :: Sweet Seventeen

2011-04-24T08:24:00.000+07:00

A/N : If you're wondering why it's the 17th while I only have few worlds, it's because I want the number 17 pffft.

Btw, it's my 17th birthday, so it's a dedication to my sweet seventeen life XD.

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Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday, my sweet heart

Happy Birthday to you

She woke up earlier than usual. Not because she felt good, but because she had a weird dream. She yawned. It was a week before her seventeenth birthday. One week, she thought. She was the youngest among her friends, and had seen how her friends smiled when their birthdays were celebrated. She had helped her friends, planning on how to surprise them, how to make them happy, how to make them feel that their seventeenth was the greatest of all. Until she became an expert in lighting the candles. (Since no one else seemed to be able to do it)

She shrugged. She still had half an hour before leaving for school. She watched the calendar. 22nd November. She smiled. She was waiting for her birthday, yet she felt sad whenever the day just kept coming closer. She didn't know what exactly was troubling her, yet it pained her. But she decided to let it flow anyways. After all, it's just one day. She'll stand up in brand new dress, blew up the candles and make a wish. Then it's over. Everything will become normal once again. It's just one troublesome day.

"One week. What if... what if something happen in one week? Would I die on my seventeenth birthday?" She mumbled to herself. Then left the rest of questions unanswered within her minds. Will I be happy? Or will I be sad? Will I be disappointed? Or will I...?

Yep, it's troublesome to be a dreamer.

In that dream of mine,

I saw a figure of a child

Smiling at me and,

Laughed

"I can't wait for the 29th!" Said someone in her class. For once she felt happy. Her heart beating fast. She turned to see whoever said that sentence. Turned out that she wasn't looking for her birthday, yet for the continuation of a drama series. Then the thumping in her heart disappeared.

Is it good, to hope

For someone to give me a surprise?

Is it good, to dream

That that day will be the best day?

She walked away in a sigh. It's no use. She could predict what day it will be. What kind of party she will have in her seventeenth birthday. There will be no happiness. There will only be formalities. The guests will congratulate her, and give her decent presents, then rushed to the foods. It's just another day. And it was the day she felt disappointment the most.

I used to wait for that certain day

Beautiful dress, colorful cakes, mesmerizing gifts.

Then as my fingers can't count my age any more

I felt nothing in that day

"Hey, can you hear me now?" A voice asked. And when she realized, she was in nothingness. Nothing but herself and a figure of a child. A girl, looking fragile and small. Wearing a white baptism gown, and a white ribbon on her hair. The young girl approached her, and took her arms. "It's alright, you don't have to understand what I am." She said, then she pointed at her.

"You have remained captured like that for a really long time." She muttered. She felt there were vines entangled to every part of her body. But as the girl said those words, the vines burned into white light that somehow doesn't burn her skin.

The young girl reached her hand out and hugged the girl, who remained crouched down. "...You have suffered enough." She muttered again.

RANG

"...uh.." She muttered. It was morning again. She had 6 days left.

Shower, School, Lunch, Study, Home, Sleep. Life continued like that. Normal, and it's good like that.

"You came again." A voice called, and again, she was in that nothingness. The little girl wore the same clothes as yesterday. Today, she was grooming the girl's hair. Using white ribbon similar to the one she wore. Which made her look slightly identical to the girl. "Why are you doing this to me?" She asked. The little girl smiled then answered. "Because 'I' wanted to." She answered.

It was on the 3rd day of the week when she felt really disappointed. She had hinted her friends about her birthday, had hoped for the slightest chance that her friends would do something to her. Anything would do. Even the smallest prank would do. And their answers were all similar. "Geez, I have extra class on that day.", "Wait, when was your birthday again?" , "Oh, my! I haven't bought anything!".

It wasn't present she wanted. It was attention. And it seemed like no one recognized it.

Then there was the little girl. Holding a red box with white ribbon. She handed the box to her. "...Don't open it yet, it's not yet your birthday!" She giggled. It was a prank, and it comforted her.

4th day, she felt sick. 5th day, she had a flu, 6th...

Wouldn't it be good to have a restart button?

Or the save button like those in games?

So there won't be disappointment in everything.

So I wouldn't feel sadness at all.

She looked at the calendar. Tomorrow was the day. She became more anxious. She prayed, and prayed. Oh, God, please don't make me feel disappointed tomorrow." She prayed. And when she fell asleep, there was the little girl.

"Why do you worry? Don't you trust your friends?" The little girl asked. She looked at her with gloomy eyes. She might wanted to, she had had a thought that they were setting up the scene. So she made hints. And the replies just depressed her more.

"Birthday girls shouldn't be gloomy!" The young girl said as she combed her hair, and dressed her up with the ribbon again. "See? Aren't you pretty?" She said to her. She must be very pitiful to have such a young child groomed her. Yet, she felt happy whenever that said child did something to her. Whether it be pranks or comfort.

"This is the last. She said to her. Whether you can still see me or not depends on what you feel." The little girl said to her. Then she pointed at the big grandfather clock that suddenly appeared behind them. The arms showing that it's 1 AM. The noise of the clock got louder and louder. Then the girl sang.

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday, my sweet heart

Happy Birthday to you

The clock reached 2 AM. It was the exact time when she was born 17 years ago.

Then there was light. There was a cake with 17 candles all around the round cake. "Make a wish!" The young girl cheered. She stepped up, then blew the candles on the cake the young girl held. Her wish was to have a happy life.

"Now, open up the present!" The little girl squealed. The box she received the other day was next to her. She pulled the ribbon, then opened the box. There was the white ribbon. The ribbon the girl used to groom her with. "This is..." She was about to ask the question when she saw the little girl shone brightly. Part of her disappeared to small glows of light.

"Wait!" She screamed and reached the girl, holding her tightly, not letting the girl out.

"I must go now. You have reached this day after all." The young girl smiled. "Why? Why should you disappear? I... I need you. I want you to stay by my side!" She yelled, almost screamed. The little girl sighed, then kissed her forehead. "I'm always with you. It's just the matter of you not seeing me any more." She explained.

"...What are you, exactly?" She asked. "I'm your childhood." She answered.

Then she woke up. "...Ah..." She muttered, tears built up on her eyes. Then she remembered, about the ribbon she used to wear in her early days. The ribbon she decided not to use any more as her fingers can't count her age any more. The ribbon she thought as childish.

It was there all along, in her desk, unused and still looked new. She washed her face, took a shower, then dressed for the morning. She tied her hair with the white ribbon. Then she smiled at herself on the mirror. "Happy Birthday." She muttered. And she left.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Her classmates screamed. "Congratulations in reaching your sweet seventeenth!" Her guests said and laid a kiss on her cheeks. "May God bless you with good luck~" One of her friends said, "May you have the happiest life!" Another added. There were many congratulations, and many blesses. She was happy. Then she turned, the little girl was there, in a pink dress this time.Unseen by others.Smiling at her.

"Thank you for living." The little girl said. Both of them smiled.

It was her sweet seventeenth, it was the day her hands parted from her childhood, it was a fleeting moment.

And it was good.

4th World :: In Memorial

2011-04-24T08:18:00.000+07:00

Today was another rough day for England. First, his brothers pulled pranks on him right after he woke up. Next was the frog France trying to grope his ass in the middle of the meeting. Then there was a dozen of paperworks for him after the meeting that made him work until late in the night and every little thing that get in his way. Including on stepping unto some dog's poop when he was going home. This was like the second worst day ever. Yes, second after someone's revolutionary war. He could never forgot that day no matter how much he tried to. Even after borrowing the power of the strongest ale, he still couldn't get that memory off his head.

Not like he would complaint about today though. The pranks and the bad things happened to him was like everyday's meal to him. He had grown accustomed to his brothers and France's pranks. What bothered him today was the unusual quietness from a certain American. America had been ignoring England today. Usually, he would be bothering him with either saying that he is hungry or make jokes about England's cooking. America would always irritate England. But today, he was being unusually quiet and had been running away from England. It's as if he didn't want to see him at all.

And that bothered him.

For that reaction was similar to what America did long ago in the past. Around two and a half years ago before America stated his independence to him. The boy had always been happy whenever England came back. At that time, England would smile for him, and America would smile back. But soon after America had grown taller than England, the boy's smile changed. More like faked. Sometimes, more like forced.

Then soon after the way their smile changed, America left him. And that felt like the world was ending. It felt like his life had been nothing. It hurts, it pained him to see America leaving. He took a really long time to recover. Yet it still hurt whenever England saw him. He had decided to not bother about it for he and America was allies now. But that memory would never fade, and the scar would still remain.

As he snapped out from his dream, he found his tears rolling down through his cheeks. He felt terrible. It wasn't America's birthday, yet he was crying. All because a certain American's reaction. He couldn't stop the tears so he went to the bathroom and washed his face. The cold water made him feel better. But he couldn't wash away his emotion. It took a long time to mend a broken heart.

That was when he heard a knock on his door. He decided to ignore it for it was late in midnight. He was sure it was around eleven, and the long hand of the clock had reached 55. He walked away and decided to ignore whoever dare to visit him at night. He didn't want to see anyone now, even if it was urgent. Then the knock went louder and louder until it became a bang. There was no call, but England had started to think what if his door broke. Whoever banging his door had a strength to make the noise heard by him who was in his bedroom in the second floor.

Then the bang stopped. England felt relieved. It seemed like his door was saved. Whoever his visitor is, he or she might have surrendered and went home. England pulled his blanket and decided to let sleep consumed him. But he was yet again bothered by another noise. This time, a creaking noise from his window. He grew angry at this and walked by stomping his foot. If his visitor was a thief, then the poor man shall taste the strength of an ex-pirate, ex-punk British Empire. He pulled his curtain angrily with his mouth open, ready to yell at the man who was climbing up to his window.

But then his anger disappeared. There were a small glint of light before him. Candles were light on top of a union jack designed cake. There was a writing on the cake.

"Happy Birthday, England!" The man read. He had a big grin on his face. The man was tall and had eyes that reflected the ocean. It was him. It was America.

"A-ah?" was all England could manage. The whole situation was too much for his tired mind to take. "Didn't you hear me? I said Happy Birthday, England. Come on. It's your birthday. State your wish and blow the candle before the flame died." America said as he climbed through the window and let himself in. He then shoved the cake to the older man and grinned. "Here."

"W-wha? What the hell America?! What do you think are you doing?! This is midnight, I tell you!" He shouted at his former colony. The American looked away and blushed. "But I wanted to be the first to wish you Happy Birthday." At this England got nothing to say. His face went red and all he could manage was... "...Thank you. America." He said as he accepted the cake and closed his eyes to make his birthday wish before blowing the candle out.

"No prob! It's a Hero's duty to make everyone happy! Say, are you happy, Eng-" The American's eyes went wide. He touched England's cheeks with one hand and examined the older's eyes. "H-hey... have you... been crying?" He said, half panicking. Realizing that, England quickly shove the hand away and lied that the swollen face was because he was tired from work. However, the lie didn't buy America and made the American wore that sad face. "Sorry, I was ignoring you because I wanted to make it a surprise... Were you bothered?"

Of course that question made England lied again. Saying that he isn't lonely with America ignoring him and he wasn't bothered by it at all. But America could see through his lies... or England was really just that bad at lying. "I'm glad... you're still the old you." The younger said. He took the cake from England and placed it on the table next to England's bed, then he wrapped his arm around the older and pulled him into bed. "Wha? Hey, we should put the cake in the fridge first if you want to sleep." He said. "Nah, if it's just cake, I can make it again tomorrow. What I wanted to do tonight is spend my time with you. Like what you did to me in the past."

"America..." He muttered. The boy remembered. He still remembered about the things he did to him in the past. Whenever England had visited America, they would spend their time sleeping together like this. Even after the boy grew older, America would occasionally asked England to sleep with him. And never once had the Briton rejected that request. "...Say I'll ask this once again. Are you happy, England?"

Let us not forget the bitter past but remember the honey within.

Do not cry because it's over but smile because it happened.

Then England smiled. His day may not be the best. But this made up for it.

"Jolly, yes I'm happy, America!"

3rd World :: Things Left Undone

2011-04-23T23:15:00.001+07:00

Author Note :

This is an Air Gear Fan-fiction. I do not own Akito and Agito from Air Gear. They belong to Ito Ogure (Oh!Great).

Ratings : T for Someone's bad mouth.

Warning : Air Gear AU

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My name is Akito Wanijima, the younger brother of the current chief of Shinjuku Police, Kaito Wanijima. That was what I thought at first, until I saw him. He has the looks like mine. Similar hair, similar face, and...

The boy glanced at the other. He has navy hair like his, same height, same appearance. He saw the other boy's gloomy face. His face bruised a bit, blood was pouring out from his nose, but he quickly wiped it out. He might had been into a fight just now. Judging from his messy appearance and those injuries.

Same life, huh?

Akito thought. Ever since he saw the other boy in the west gate of Shinjuku station, he had been tracking the other boy's life. Being a member of the 'Wind' team, he was able to stalk the other boy carefully without being caught. He learned that the other boy doesn't have a name. Just a nickname, it seemed. Well, who would name their children after 'Sharky'?

Sharky lived alone. In a cheap apartment with no bathroom. Just a 4 and half tatami sized room. Which would be around 9ft x 9 ft big. The boy, sharky lived by the money he collected himself. He worked in many places. A delivery boy, a waiter, and a cleaning boy in a cheap restaurant. However, he seemed to be contaminated by the dark life of the world. He was also part of the drug seller. And a spy in what seemed to be a Mafia group. The one Kaito's been chasing for more like 2 years.

Akito knew everything. Yet he didn't dare to tell his brother. He didn't want to ruin his doppelgänger's life. Instead, he wanted to greet him, and helped him. Even if Kaito probably won't forgive him for keeping this secret, the only clue to find out about that mafia's gang.

"...Say." Sharky spoke. Akito was surprised, but he kept his calm and hid himself in the small alley. They were in Golden gai, the area filled with many bars and clubs. Sharky stopped moving, he stood still then turned. "I'm speaking to you, stalker." He said again. Akito was sure that Sharky was talking to him, yet he still won't reveal himself.

"I know you're there, come out." Sharky added. Then Akito braced himself to come out. He hid his face under the hoods he was wearing. He kept silent, waiting for Sharky's response about him following. "What's your problem, following me every single day? Who are you anyway?" He asked as he approached Akito.

"...Can we, discuss this in a more silent place?" Akito asked back. Well, it's too obvious in the crowds, he didn't want to attract people's attention. Sharky sighed then led him to a more quieter place. Which is nothing else but his very own home.

"There won't be anyone here. Now reveal yourself." He commanded. Akito removed his hoods and revealed his face to Sharky. In which Sharky widened his eyes, unable to comment. "...How could you reveal yourself like this so easily? What if I'm an enemy, and tried to kill you?" Akito asked, before telling Sharky everything.

The other boy chuckled and then sat on the mats. "Well, I actually hoped so. I'm tired with this life. There's no worth living it." He said, speaking as if life was nothing. Akito followed him and sat on the mats. Then he started to speak. "My name is Akito. Sorry for stalking you, seeing how we looked too much alike, I couldn't help but follow you. So, what's your name?" He asked, even though he already know what he is called.

Sharky looked at him with few interest then chuckled again. "I don't have one." He said, then took a photograph plastered on the wall, showing it to Akito. "The man who raised me was a bastard. He's once a member of the clan, died because of his silly actions. When he died, he left me nothing but his debts." Agito said before he sighed and laid on the ground with his eyes closed.

Akito placed the photo on the table then looked on Sharky. Waiting for the boy to continue with his story. "I don't have a name, but everyone called me Sharky. Just because these eyes." He said as he pointed his sharp golden cat eyes. The only thing parted them were the eyes. Akito had clear blue while his were golden.

"...I'm sorry." Akito muttered. "I don't need pity." Sharky replied.

"So, I told you my life, tell me yours." said the golden eyed boy. Akito made a fake smile before telling him his story. "I'm the chief's brother." He told him. Agito made another chuckle and replied to his sentence. "So you're following me so you can report me in?" He said with a tempting eyes. Akito chuckled at that. "No way, I'm not telling." He replied before continuing.

"Even said the chief's brother, I'm not more but his pawn... His pet." He took a deep breath before continuing. He could remember the almost every night's torture, just to make him obedient. He had learned that it would be better to follow Kaito's rules. Else he'll get a shot with a rubber bullet or a whip. "...I was sure, that we weren't brothers." He noted.

"...I'm glad we had similar life." Sharky commented. Akito was surprised and then looked at him with a confused face. "That must be hurt, those bullets..." Sharky commented. Akito shook his head. "It did hurts. But it doesn't hurt any more." He replied. Sharky stood and approached Akito even closer.

"...You got another whip last night." Sharky stated. Akito was surprised with that. For he was actually right. "...How did you know?" Akito asked back.

"Ever heard that twins have strange powers?" Sharky asked, with a chuckle.

"...So you're saying that we're twins." Akito replied.

"Might." Sharky said before moving to the small refrigerator and took two beer cans from it. "Don't worry, that guy left it, I don't buy it. It almost reached the expiration date, so I need someone to drink it for me. Else it'll be a waste." He said before throwing it to Akito. The boy gladly accepted it. They drink and told each other their stories. And slowly, they've gotten closer.

"Good morning, Agito." Akito said as he entered the small room. Sharky, now named Agito by Akito woke up with dazed eyes. He was weak in the morning, but with Akito being there each morning, he could wake up earlier now. "Mornin'..." He yawned before changed. "...You know, you should take a bath sometime." Akito told him. He knew how poor Agito was, yet he needed a bath. Else he'll get sick. "...No unless you pay it for me." Agito told him.

Akito chuckled. "It's decided, then." He said. They departed from each other as they went to work. Agito to the restaurant while Akito catching some pick-pocketer and made his reports to Kaito. As sun turned to moon, the both met up in the small Onsen, or the public bath place.

"...This onsen is small, but there's almost no one here, so I come here often." Akito told Agito when he paid at the counter. The two had brought their change of clothes, and their own sets of bathing. When they undressed, Agito was surprised with so many scars Akito had. Most of them being slashes made by whip. "...These must hurt, doesn't it?" He told Akito. Again, the boy shook his head. "It doesn't hurt any more. Thank you for your concern, though." He replied.

They decided to wash each other's back. And they found out that they were actually different from each other. Agito has wider backs, and has thicker skins than Akito. Must be because of the jobs he had to do everyday. Agito carefully washed Akito's back. For his were covered with many wounds, including open wounds, even though Akito had told him that it won't hurt. That he was able to endure it.

And ever since then, they started meeting each other everyday. With Akito greeted Agito every morning, and Agito picked Akito up from the station before they went to the Onsen together. They enjoyed that moment. That was when they feel loved. And how worth a life is.

Of course, the happiness won't last long.

Because eventually, Kaito found out about Agito's existence.

7 shots, and uncounted whips. Those were the punishment Akito got. Agito was safe though, he was captured, and jailed. Tomorrow would be his interrogation day. He was glad that Agito is safe. To him, as long as his twin is okay, he could endure everything. Then one night, he slipped out from his own cage. He had managed to steal the key, and then let Agito free.

"...Go." Akito told him. His open wounds made traces of blood. Kaito would found out for sure, he won't be able to run away from him. "But- you..." Agito protested. Akito pushed him away. "Go. Just go somewhere else. Anywhere could do, just go!" He said. Panting, the wounds had absorbed almost all of his energy. He is tired.

"I'm not leaving witho-" Before Agito could finish his words, a gunshot was heard. Another shot hit Akito directly on the chest. He screamed in Agony. Agito screamed his name.

"You pest." Came a cold voice. A man, wearing white tank top and leather pants were holding out his gun on Akito. His silver hair followed the movement of the wind. "Don't you even try to run away. Akito, you know the punishment for letting go a prisoner... don't you?" He smoked his cigarette, then shot another rubber bullet at Akito. However, it missed him.

Agito shielded Akito from it.

The shark boy watched the man with cold eyes. Like a hungry shark watching its prey. He snapped, with wounded Akito on his arms. "Hmph, do you think you can win against me? Brat!" Kaito yelled at him. Agito didn't say a word, he carried Akito on his arms, then approached Kaito slowly. His eyes still staring on Kaito.

Then he shouted.

FUCK. YOU

In seconds, Kaito's gun torn into two.

In seconds, the two of them had disappeared from his sight.

In seonds, they had run away, successfully.

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I remembered, when we met each other for the first time."Who are you?" Was the question you asked me. Then I said to you. "I'm the other you."

To you who had the same face to mine, to whom had your marks placed on your right eye, I wished to be with you all the time. Forever.

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"...-ito...AGITO!" Called Akito. His eyes covered with tears. His face coloured with blood. His own blood. "...Akito?" Agito called back. He sat up and looked around. They were in somewhere else. Somewhere like a laboratory or something. With Agito lying on one of the bench. "Thank goodness!" Akito cried as he hugged Agito. Agito tried to hug him back, but then remembered about Akito's wounds. Trying not to touch the wounds, he embraced Akito carefully.

"...How did we get here?" Agito asked. Akito stared at him, then explained everything. "You brought us here. Don't you remember?" He replied. Agito tried to recall the things he did earlier. But he wasn't able to remember anything but had Akito on his arms. Whatever happens next was a mystery to him. It was like a big hole on his head. "Anyways, where are we?" He asked Akito. The boy shook his head. "I don't know. You're... running so fast that I'm not able to see anything." Akito said. He was about to mention that they jumped through the roofs of the buildings, but Agito would probably lost his mind when he mentioned so.

They decided to take a look around. There were many rooms. They found a room with two big tubes, filled with somewhat weird liquid. Weird codes written under the tubes. Next was a room with many papers lying almost everywhere. Last was a room where Agito suddenly took Akito away from the room. A room with many corpses lying on the ground. Most of them wearing white suits. The corpse couldn't be identified any more. The proof of it been lying there for years.

"I remembered... this is... where we were born." Agito said to Akito. Whom stared at the files.

"...Yes, I recalled it, a bit." Akito told him.

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"The other one is a failure. We should ditch him." Said one of the white figure to the boy with codes on his right eye. The boy stared blankly, then looked at the other boy. The one with similar codes on his left eye. He smiled at him. "Looks like this is it for me." He lip synced. The other boy read his lips, then struggled from the scientists's arms. He took the other one's hand, and ran away.

"Get him!" The white men yelled. They ran away. But was unable to. The boy with code on his right eye was captured, then the other one snapped. His strange powers had torn the people in white. Colouring their once pure white uniforms with crimson red. Killing each one of them.

But his strength were too much.

He lost his consciousness.

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"At that time, what happened next?" Agito asked Akito. The other was aware of his question. "It seems like the scientists had called for police. After you killed everyone, the police came. I managed to hide you, but I was taken. I struggled, but got a hit instead. Making me lost my memories." Akito answered.

"The police thought that I am you. So they don't look for you. Then..." Akito was about to continue when Agito finished his sentence. "Then I was found out by that bastard. And lived like that until now." He finished. Akito nodded.

"...Then you endured everything, for me." Agito added.

"...You saved my life. You gave me life." Akito replied.

Then they smiled to each other.

"Let's run away. On our own road. When the two of us are together, we could do everything." Agito said to him. "...You could done things yourself, I'll just slow you down." Akito replied as he looked away. Agito embraced him once again, carefully. "...At that time, they didn't realize it. Just like how I did it when I took you away, I needed you." Agito told him. "I needed you to activate my power. I can't do it without you. I'm whole whenever I'm with you." He told him. And they smiled happily.

2nd World :: How God Helped People

2011-04-23T23:10:00.000+07:00

One day, God was taking a walk on Jakarta City. He had such trouble walking since the air is really polluted. Then He found an abandoned child with such a skinny body and dirty clothes crying alone in the road. "Why are you crying, young child?" He asked.

"I have nowhere to go." The child answered. Then God took him by the hand and continued the travel. Near the lamppost, there's another child watching the crowded street. This child is also skinny and black skinned, she had teary eyes and a scraped skin. She was wounded, many scars on her body and face that she may not look like a human anymore.

"Why are you crying?" God asked her. "I was tortured by my old master. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, now that my master ditched me." She answered. Then God took her hand with his other hand and continued his travel.

Next he found another child. This child is unlike other child, she was pretty and white skinned. Unlike the tortured girl. She was looking fine, and she even wore nice clothes. She seemed to be loved by her family. Yet she was crying.

God asked her the same question with the other two. Then the girl answered. "I felt really sad. I'm confused with my feelings." God was about to cheer her up and take her hand as well. But none of the children let go of his hands.

"Why do you need to save her? She's loved by her family, she was still pure, and she's pretty. You don't have to give anything else for her. She has everything that I don't!" The wounded girl said.

"She's right. She's looking healthy. She's wearing nice clothes. And she even had the chance to go to school. Her life is better than mine." The skinny boy said

"It's true that she has everything that you two don't. But I won't leave anyone alone." God answered as he released his hands on the two. And walked away. Both of the kids were surprised by his actions. But then he disappeared with a flash of light. The three of them lost their hope now.

Then suddenly, a orange colored vehicle approached them three. "In Jakarta, there's this thing called Bajaj. I'm sure the three of you could fit in." Said God, who drove the Bajaj. The three of them smiled happily and entered in. They continued their travel until they find another child looking troubled and God changed the vehicle into another famous vehicle in Jakarta. Angkot.

"I wouldn't ever leave your side. If you think I haven't helped you, it's because this world is so big. For those thing I haven't help, I will surely come someday."

And after that, God changed the vehicle into a Minibus, then a larger bus that eventually it turned into a large ark to His Kingdom.

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Author Note :

This is a fiction. This is how I saw God helped people. That He, no matter what won't abandon anyone. If you felt that he had not save you, then he might still be far away. But he will come to you eventually. :3

1st World :: Dreamers [ Dream World ]

2011-04-23T22:52:00.001+07:00

CHAPTER 2

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!"

The sound of his own voice echoed through his mind. It was like a dream. He never thought he could say that. Well, maybe only for once. But that was before his mother's disappearance. Right when he was expecting a brother. When he thought he would have someone to care of, to play with, to protect. "... That's crazy... I said that?" He asked himself with a laugh. Disbelieving what his own mouth said. Deciding to get his mind off the sentence, he stood and looked around. He wasn't on the same park where he was. He was in a totally different place. There’s no single living soul exist in the plain. Not even his brother.

He frowned when he looked up.

"What the?" He asked. The sky was dark purple. There was no sun or moon. The clouds were black. And the grasses around him were silvery white. "... A dream?" He asked himself as he slapped his own cheek. And it hurts. "No way." He laughed like crazy and moved back without him knowing. He bumped something big... and strong. Much like a tree's branch. He turned and saw a black trunk. When he looked up, there were cherry flowers. A black colored cherry flowers. He can't believe what he just saw. The fact that he was hurt from the slap means that he wasn't in a dream. But all of those things were unbelievable. The sky was never purple. And there were no white grasses exist in any part on earth.

Would it be possible that he wasn't on earth anymore?

"... No kidding... I know that wasn't possible." He said as he started to walk around and search if he could find a clue where he was right now. But there was nothing else there but him, the grasses, and the black cherry tree behind him. It was a big empty field with nothing else but mountains around him. It's like he was trapped in somewhat different dimension. Unable to find anything else, he decided to go back to the starting line. The Black Cherry tree.

He walked around the tree, climbed it, even shook the tree but nothing happened. Until he noticed that there was something on the ground. He didn't saw it at first because it was under the tall silvery grasses. It was a bone. "What's this doing here?" He asked to himself as he jumped down and started to dug the soil where the bone stick popped out from.

He managed to pull the bone out from the ground, and then examined what bone that is. It was kind of old. It seemed to be there for a really long time. "Gee, what does it have to do with why I'm here..." He said to himself as he threw the bone away. And that was when he heard a noise. A somewhat hissing noise. He turned his gaze to the hole he dug. Black smokes came out from the hole and the noise become much clearer and bigger. A croaky voice.

He trembled. His instincts told him that something was not right. That he was in danger somehow. He gritted his teeth and walked backwards slowly. He didn't put his gaze off the black smokes, just slowly took a few steps backwards. And then he heard a stomping noise. It wasn't his. It belonged to something with huge or heavy body. And as the smokes slowly disappeared, a human form was seen from the shadow. He was a little happy, he thought he was about to find another person.

However the shadow he saw didn't belong to a person.

A skeleton. His eyes widened at what he saw. He gasped in fear and then turned to run. He tried to run away from the huge skeleton with a bone club on its hand. However the skeleton was chasing him. He was running to death. He was getting farther from the Cherry tree until he wasn't able to saw the tree again. He started to lose his balance. He was exhausted. The scenery around him just passed around just like when you're in a train. But the skeleton won't stop chasing him around.

Wha- what's this thing?

A ghost?!

No , I can't die now!

His head was filled with death thoughts when he lost his balance and fell to the ground. He looked back and saw the Skeleton behind him swinging its club, ready to crush him like a cracker. He put his hands in front of him for protection. He closed his eyes. NO! He screamed within his inner thoughts. The club swung towards his direction.

"Major Arcana! The Magician!" A voice shouted. Bright red light appeared behind the skeleton and distracted the Skeleton from crushing him. A girl with long auburn hair wearing white linen dress with belt made of coins, bright red cape with a tarot cups as its button, a spare knife tied on her thigh, and a wand on her hand appeared before the Skeleton. She smirked and then motioned an infinity symbol with her wand, the infinity symbol appeared on the air. The girl waved her wand and the symbol flew to the Skeleton. It hit the Skeleton and made it screamed in agony. Slowly its bones cracked. And then the Skeleton dissolved into ashes.

"Are you alright?" Asked the same voice that shouted before. He turned his face to where the voice came from. There he saw the same girl, now with different clothes. She was a little bit older than him, She wore casual green dress and green hairband. She smiled knowing that the boy was alright. Will wasn't able to say anything. He was too confused to think. He didn't know what he wanted to say. "Can you stand? Here, I'll help you." She said as she offered a hand to help him stood.

He looked at her hand and refused her help. He stood on his own and then looked down. He had just survived a moment between life and death. His feelings were all fused. "It's alright. I can help myself." He said to the girl and then looked around to spot the other girl, the one defeating the Skeleton with somewhat magical powers. The brunette girl took a card from her waist bag and showed it to him.

“Surprised? That is my ‘ability’.” She said with a wink.

"Huh?! What do you mean?" He asked the brunette. The brunette looked at him with a smile and began her explanations. "This is a tarot card. It enchanted my physical power and… spiritual powers… I guess. " She explained as she showed the card to him. On the card was a picture of a girl pointing her wand to the sky as an infinity symbol was engraved on the sky. "…Tarot card?" He muttered before he realized what he wanted to ask to the girl. He grabbed the girl by her shoulder and then started to rain her with tons of questions.

"Where are we? How did I end up here? What's with the weird environments? What's that Skeleton? How did you do that? Are you a magician?!"

And the boy was interrupted with the girl. She pushed the boy off her and tried to calm him down. "Whoa whoa whoa, one question at a time there, young man." She said to the younger boy. She smiled to him and brushed his head slightly. "Let's start with myself now, shall we? My name is Tairah Rosaline. I got here last week." She stated before she searched for a comfortable place to sit down and continued her story.

"Did you meet a blond girl before you woke up here? She's the real magician. Somehow she had a magical power or whatever it is that brought us here. To the world we call ‘dream’." Tairah continued her story. Will listened to her carefully as he remembered the things before he arrived in that dream world.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" He shouted to the girl. Somehow, his numb limbs were able to move again. He ran to his brother's side, grabbed the boy, fell to the harsh ground. He still felt his brother's warm body on his hands. That small fragile body.

But then everything went black and he was unable to remember anything past that.

"So, uh. Monsters like that skeleton just now, They are called Nightmares. Um, but we were saved with our abilities. Like, my tarot cards! These abilities seems to take a reflection of our character. For example, I'm a Tarot user, I read people's future using these Tarot cards. I'm not an expert, but sometimes it works. So, my ability is Tarot." Tairah explained. Will was completely confused with her story.

"Well, to make it simple, you're given power called ability. To survive in this world called Dream, to fight these monsters we call Nightmares. You were sent here by a blond girl." She said, summarizing her story. Then she stared at the blank eyed boy. "Umm... are you alright?" She said as she waved her hands in front of the boy's eyes.

Everything was hard for him to swallow. All of those were almost impossible to happen. Someone with magic, he thought no one like that existed in the world. There are just magicians with tricks. Not magicians with magic.

"...How do we get out?" Decided to believe her, he asked to dig more information out from her. At this question, the girl’s smile faded. “…I’m sorry, I still don’t know how.” She replied. Oh, great. Now he’s stuck in this weird dimension. “…Why did you call this a dream? And where is this…’they’ ?” He asked again. “Well, I heard that this place can grant any wish. It’s like… you know, a dream. That’s basically where the name came from. And about everyone else… Some stayed within one dream while others traveled alone like me.” She said.

He looked down to the grass. Trying to swallow everything he had just heard of. Just like what the girl said, this world is like a dream. However, it is one that he couldn’t wake up from. An Endless dream one would say. He had no idea what to do now. He had not a single reason for being here. He wanted to go back. Go to school like he usually do. But first he had to make sure his brother was alright, despite the hatred he had for his brother.

“…Hey, you haven’t told me your name yet!” She exclaimed. Realizing his fault, he quickly apologized and introduced himself. “I’m Will. Will Licht.” He said as he scratched the back of his head.

“Will… That’s a good name! Nice to meet you, Will.” She said as she took his hand and held it for a while. She looked so calm for someone who had just been a week here. No, maybe it was because she came here a week in advance.

Suddenly, a pillar of light appeared. The boy jumped back in surprise while the girl just smiled calmly. “Ah, that’s the dream stair!” She exclaimed as she clamped her hands. “Dream stair?” He asked the girl.

“That stair will bring us to the next dream. Well, it’s easier to understand if you see it by yourself. Come on.” She said as she pulled the boy’s hand and then dragged him to the said pillar. Slowly, his mind became hazy. Sleep has took him over and let him lose his consciousness.

1st World :: Dreamers [ When You Wish Upon A Dream ]

2011-04-23T22:49:00.001+07:00

CHAPTER 1

It was one peaceful morning to every beings in the world. Rooster crowed if it called for the sun, Birds sang the wake up songs. Waking up humans in the complex. They groaned and yawned. Everyone greeted the morning cheerfully and happily. Hoping that today would be a good and happy day for them. Everyone were happy but not for one boy.

William Licht was a boy that knew no happiness. He did, for once when his mother was still alive. Until the birth of his younger brother, as well as the disappearance of his mother, he started to erase the word 'happiness' from his dictionary within his head. Soon after he woke up, he immediately took a quick shower, and left really early in the morning. He didn't want to see his brother. His younger brother, Fai Licht. A boy whom Will knew as a disaster.

"If he didn't born, mother wouldn't have disappeared..." He muttered as he walked to his school. It was still 6 in the early morning. His school started at 8. But he didn't want to see his brother. Especially since they were going to the same school. They were five years apart, still the school building were next to each another. He was in Junior high while his brother were in his 3^rd year of Elementary.

Will always left early in the morning and went back really late. He usually stayed in his friend's house before going back home. He knew that when he went back, his brother would have been in his own room, studying, or perhaps doing something that Will didn't care what.

It's been 8 years since that. When his brother was born, he thought he'll get a nice little brother to play with. He was looking forward it. He really did. Until the next day, his mother disappeared. Everyone told him that she ran away. However, the possibility of her death was high. The window was open when they found out that she was gone. So she might run off on her own. But why would she? What made her run away from the hospital at such weak condition? What's the differences between that day and the day before?

His brother.

That must be her reason. "There's nothing else that could have made her run away like that... And running away at the day after giving birth... She won't survive..." He muttered to himself as he stared at the photo of him, his mother, his father, and the newborn Fai on his mother's held. The photograph was taken on the day when Fai was born. And that was the last time he saw his mother. And the first time he ever loved his brother.

The first and the only time.

He walked across the photograph and proceeded to his school. His school was near his complex. He knew the shortcuts. Passing through an open field and he'll find his school right a few blocks away. He always spent a minute or two staring at the giant cherry tree in the middle of that open field. They said it was a sacred tree. However for him, that tree was his most memorable thing in his life. That tree somehow resembled his mother. A scent of... kindness and calm. The tree had a good aura. Somehow it could make him smile even if it's just for a few seconds.

"... Do you?" Came a voice.

He gasped and turned his head to the source of the voice. There behind him stood a young girl with blond hair. Covered with black cloth. She stared at him with her bloody crimson eyes. "... Do you want to meet her? Your... mother?" She asked with weak and croaked voice. Then she approached him. His body froze. Somehow an eerie feeling lingered around him. He felt sick. This girl's presence just brought him somewhat disgust feeling. Although he had never met her before.

"Wha- ... Who are you? How did you know... about my mom?" He replied. His head felt dizzy. He could collapse in any minute from now. He used the tree for support while his left hand held his head. It's so painful. He didn't know why.”Do you want to meet your mother?" The girl asked again. This time, with a smile. A scary and somewhat dangerous smile.

He didn't know what he was doing anymore. Slowly he answered the girl's question. Unknowing what would happen next. "Yeah..." He muttered. Somehow the pain stopped. The pain turned into comfort. It was dark even though it was morning. It's like the night time. Where no light exist. He could feel his eyelids starting to close. He felt really sleepy.

"...That's right. It doesn't matter where I would be... As long as she's there..." He muttered to himself until he heard someone else calling his name. A voice he know. A voice that he wanted to forget but couldn't. "Brother Will!" Called a young boy with similar silver hair as his but a little bit longer. A pale skin and silver eyes. He was like a shorter version of Will. It was his brother.

The blond girl stared at the running boy and then smirked. Slowly, she walked to the direction where his brother was. "Fai?" He asked. Unsure about what he heard just now. His vision blurred. He couldn’t see whether his brother was really there or not. However, it seemed like his brother couldn’t see the girl. The blond girl pointed her finger to the little boy. And then, behind the boy appeared a figure with dark robe and a scythe. Ready to cut the younger boy's soul off from his body.

And at that moment he shouted.

For the first time he ever felt the fear of losing his brother.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!"

Then everything went dark.

1st World :: Dreamers [ Prologue ]

2011-04-23T22:41:00.001+07:00

PROLOGUE

Click Clack

There was the typing sound. Few mutters. Bubbles. Few laughs. Then, as the men in white approached, they congratulated each other. They were in a laboratory. A very bright room with rays that hurt your eyes if you were there. But the four eyed men didn't seem to bother with the emitting lamp. They were all smiling. Creepy smiles.

“Congratulations” They said.

What? What are they saying? Why are they smiling?

She couldn't see them. They were blurry, she couldn't see their faces. She couldn't recognize them either. Who were they? What are they doing to her? And why is she here? Why is she in some kind of... tube? Waters surrounded her. Yet, she could breathe. No, there was an oxygen mask placed on her face. There were other cables connected to her, but she didn't know what they are.

“Congratulations, Siren.” One spoke to her. The once blurred vision of hers slowly cleared. One man in white smiled at her She stared at them. The man’s glasses reflected her appearance. She has eyes of a cloud. Her skin pale like snow. Hairs, also white like a dove’s feather. She did not remember anything. No, she doesn’t know anything.

“Let dreams come true.” He said.