http://clampfix.fanworks.net/x-fix/saya.txt </head><body><pre> Saya and Tooru Yes, I'm incapable of writing a long fic! But as long as it's good, that's fine, ne? NE? At any rate, not too long ago, someone on the cml commented that there were no Saya and Tooru fics, and it's true (used to be, anyway). Using that as inspiration, I wrote this. I know it's not the most original of titles, so that if you have any good suggestions I'll be happy to change it. Again, comments to be mailed at isb01289@pakenet.ptc.pk or chapati_woman@hotmail.com. Arigatou gozaimasu! ********************* ********************* I was dreaming again. A vast sea lay before me, further than my eyes could see, and beyond even that. The silent waves went further than infinity. Yet I walked, for I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be gone from here. One day, I know, I will come to stay forever and it will become my prison; but today is not that day. The soft blue water sparkling with sunlight slowly turned into midnight black room, as subtly the day becomes night. I was no longer in the comfort of the warm waters; now, I would be faced with horrors that would soon be reflected in my life. I strained to see. There was a figure, with long, flowing brown hair. Somehow, without a shadow of a doubt, I knew that person was my dearest thing on this earth. Perhaps dearer than my own self. I watched in awe as she approached, eager to know who she was. As I anticipated her arrival, she suddenly fell over, in pain. I wanted to shriek, and run to her, but I was frozen by fear. She laid there, gasping short breaths, shaking as a bright light started to shine out from her mid-center. She was going to die. The one dearest to me was going to die, and all I could do was watch. "No," I whispered, "No!" I desperately wished to save her, in any way. A name I didn't know yet was at the tip of my tongue, waiting to be screamed, but wasn't. She was dying, and I couldn't even cry out her name. I wanted to save her. In any way. Even if the cost was my life. Just as these thoughts entered my head, a strong pain attacked me. Instinctively, I knew the pain to be one she had been suffering through, but now belonged to me. As I had wished it. My body writhed in agony, demanding relief, receiving none. It would take little more of this abuse before it burst. Someone was crying out my name, over and over. Her, I hoped. The person sounded upset. It was the last thing I heard before I exploded. My head went flying, high, and fell. It rolled on the ground until I was facing the teary-eyed face of my beloved. I had never seen anyone so beautiful. Her face was streaked with tears, and she stroked my face, whispering "Saya, Saya..." There were tears on my face as well, but not from the pain, nor sadness. From the joy of having saved the one I loved. ********************* That had been more than just a dream. Even in the bright sunlight of morning, when all vague fears and memories vaporize into confidence, what I had seen was still clear in my mind. The image of her face has been firmly implanted in my heart, and I will look until I've found her. I have no doubt that I won't meet her, and know who she is at once. The dream had been a premonition. Most people would have decided it to be a horrid dream, and set about forgetting it. However, it isn't my first premonition, nor will it be my last. Several have come true, others will happen further along in the future. I was born with the ability to see events yet to come. Why and how I don't know why, but it's so. Doubting this talent would be like questioning the skies. It simply is. "Saya! How can you be so slow? Go to school!" Even dream-seers have school and mothers. "Yes, mother, I'm going." School was nothing I cared for. How could it? I already knew I would be a house wife, and the world was going to end in a few years anyway. What good could an education do for me? Yet my mother insisted I go (she wouldn't believe me even if I did tell her the future I'd seen in my dreams), so I continued. Today would be my first day of high school. Not that I cared. Still, maybe will be special. With any luck, I could get started on fulfilling my premonition. ********************* "And then he said..." "No way!" "Oh, yuck, I've got Kuno-sensei for Japanese literature!" "Ha! I'm in Medou-sensei's literature class." "Want to hear the dirtiest joke?" "Ooooh..." Walking through the hallways, I did my best to ignore the foolishness around me. One more reason to dislike school. It was filled with empty-minded idiots. Everyone I knew could only chatter, gossip, or giggle like mad. It wasn't that I wanted to have heavy arguments concerning Marx, just that I wanted someone to understand there was much more to life their immediate surroundings. Something besides physical pleasures, pedestrian woes, and meaningless trivialities. Perhaps that's too much to ask for. "Good morning, Saya-san." A shy voice greeted me. I turned to face the source. "Oh, good morning, Kyougo-san." "How are you?" "Fine. How's the shrine?" Kyougo-san was a sweet, if not a little dull, guy. I'd known him for most of my life. My mother had many a time hinted that I might start to consider him as more than a friend, mainly because of the shrine that he would one day inherit. I had little interest in him, but it wasn't such a far-stretched idea; it was obvious that he liked me, and my premonitions had vaguely suggested I'd one day be living at the Togakushi Shrine. "Well, as always. It's quite beautiful at this time of year. You should come visit." "Hmm, yeah." Something much more interesting than Kyougo suddenly caught my eye. Long, flowing brown hair. In the midst of the sea of human bodies, a girl I had never met before yet whom I knew, wove her way through calmly. An aura of certainty and elegance surrounded her. A girl who knew her role in the world, and with firm views as to how to fulfill it. "Saya-san?" I waited patiently for her to look my way, so that I would see her face. She walked further and further away, but I only grew more certain that she would turn her head. Destiny would have its way. She must have felt my heavy gaze upon her, for when she turned, her eyes met mine. Once we made eye contact, we broke it. We had looked straight at each other for nothing more than a second, but it was enough. Fate was already turning its wheels. "Saya-san? Are you all right? Saya-san!" A calm happiness settled over my heart as I watched her slowly fade from my sight. I carried within me a new knowledge, which, as surely as I'm breathing now, was true. I would one day die for her. ********************* ********************* I have a couple more of short pieces that I'd like to write about these two (they really are quite interesting!), wether or not I'll get around to it I don't know. At any rate, thank you for reading, even though there are a thousand and one things wrong with it. :) Write your thoughts at isb01289@paknet.ptc.pk or Chapati_woman@hotmail.com, please. And again, arigatou! ^_^ Completed March 27, 1999 Isabel Arantes </pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>