Okay, the real Chapter One--the first part is the same as was posted
last time, only there's another segment following it. For anyone who
didn't read it last time, the summary as it will be posted on
fanfiction.net is as follows: "The Sakura Tree is dying, and one of
the Dragons is having some very strange dreams. SxK, but not who
you're thinking."
More statements to follow after the fic.
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/Help me.../
Dream of a woman.
/Help me, child of Earth and Fate.../
Dream of a woman, with silver-grey hair, garbed in old-fashioned
clothes of delicate pink and tea rose, flower petals raining down
around her.
/He is killing me... You are the only one who can hear my voice and
understand.../
Dream of a woman, eyes shadowed by curving bangs.
/I beg you.../
Dream of a woman, pale, delicate fingers twining around my own large
hand, pressing it to her chest as her other hand trails perfect nails
down my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw, around my neck, back
through my hair.
/I *command* you.../
Dream of a woman, her lips, as she raises them to meet my own,
bright, scarlet red, the color of fresh blood.
/Come to me.../
Dream.
I'd woken up this morning feeling no more rested than when I'd gone
to sleep. Images of the woman amidst the sakura petals had woken me
on and off throughout the night. I had no idea why; I hadn't been
particularly thinking about sakura trees yesterday, much less women
asking for my help. I frowned slightly, and sighed, leaning up
against the oak behind me, relaxing against its enduring strength.
Little as I want any role in the battle going on around me, it's a
part of me that I can't deny, the price of the gift with which I was
born--and I suppose that might mean some strange dreams from time to
time. But a sakura tree...?
"Kusanagi-san!"
Her voice, bright and cheerful, broke me out of the haze of weariness
enveloping me. I looked up to see her dashing up to me, a sunny
smile on her face, the young Inuki bouncing after her in midair.
Despite my lack of sleep, I felt a smile pulling at my lips in return
as she stopped, catching her breath. Straightening after a moment
longer, she beamed up at me, then blinked, tilting her head.
"Kusanagi-san, are you okay?"
I smiled at her while inwardly marveling at her perceptiveness. "It's
all right, ojou-chan, I just didn't get to sleep until late last
night, that's all."
Concern, then hesitation shadowed in her warm brown eyes, always so
open to her every emotion. "Are you sure you should be out then? I
could let you get some sleep..."
For a moment it was tempting, but I couldn't ignore the
disappointment in her eyes. In any case, as the end of the year drew
closer, carefree days like this would grow more and more rare--and
there was no guarantee that both or even either of us would survive...
Inuki bounced up onto my shoulder, the cold nose in my ear drawing me
out of my foreboding thoughts. Pushing them away with my weariness
for another, more desperate day, I smiled at her reassuringly,
reaching up to scratch the inquisitive inugami between the
ears. "Don't worry about it," I said lightly, grinning down at
her. "If I went back to the barracks now, they'd probably just
put me to work anyway."
She frowned in mock disapproval, but the light was back in her
relieved eyes as she faced me, hands on her hips. Who would have
thought someone her height could stare anyone down?
"They'd better not work you too hard!" she exclaimed firmly. "Or
we'll come to rescue you. Ne, Inuki?" She tossed an impudent wink
at her companion, who yapped excitedly.
I laughed, the last vestiges of tiredness gone, and looked down at
her. "I'm sure you will."
It came out gentler, softer than I'd intended. I could hear it
hanging in the air, see it in the way she stilled, eyes widening,
pink spilling across her cheeks. For a moment, we stared at each
other, the world flowing around us unnoticed. Her eyes were like
velvet, I found myself thinking, so soft and deep. It served to snap
me out of it; I smiled, she echoed it, and the moment was past, one
more shared memory between us in our eyes as we both laughed.
"I'll warn my commander about it," I told her, chuckling still, and
loving the sunshine in her giggling, the determination in her nod.
"Warn him Yuzuriha Nekoi will have a word or two to say to him if he
ever works you so hard it keeps you from coming out!"
"Speaking of," I said warmly, nodding at the waiting streets, "shall
we? The day doesn't wait for the idle."
She nodded again, enthusiastically, and, pushing away the lingering
fragments of the dream, I followed her out of the park.
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