Dreams are for the pure....

Youka was sitting on the edge of his bed in a cold sweat, his breathing pattern was erratic and his hands sat trembling in his lap as he stared towards a empty wall in the darkness. Forcing calmness into his left hand he snapped his fingers and the candles that were in the four corners of his room flickered into life illuminating the room and casting awkward dancing shadows on the walls around him. It seemed as if sleep was not to share a bed with him tonight as he was assaulted by a very graphic and grotesque vision that seemed to play out his life should he continue on his path.

Bringing both his panic stricken hands to his face he buried it in their palms, breathing in deeply and exhaling loudly trying to cure some of the fear that had set into his mind. He didn't have visions often, but when he did, he heeded them with great reverence. The sight that was shown to him was too real to be just a vision, was it a premonition, was this what was to come, or more logically was it his sub conscious playing tricks on him?

He hoped that it was the last one, it was too scary to think of the other options being true. Falling backwards with his arms spread to his sides, his back hit the bed slightly bouncing back up before resting in one place. His breathing was still labored and he could feel that his eyes were dilated just from the amount of light he was taking in. Thinking back on the dream, there was a lot of blood everywhere, some was his and some more than likely wasn't. He was dropped right into the middle of it, he was fighting someone, whether the fight was intense or over in a blink of the eye he couldn't tell. Maku was beside him in this vision, missing an arm but it looked like it had been healed slightly to stop the bleeding. Youka was in much worse shape, three of his four hearts were no longer alive and there were multiple holes in his body refusing to close as his threads hung without movement. The person they were apparently fighting was glowing, walking towards them slowly, refusing to finish them both right away but rather have them suffer more. As the picture faded out and Youka could see both of their faces from the front side he noticed that they were both missing their eyes, it was a very disturbing scene to behold.

Each time Youka woke up just before violent winds tore both of their bodies apart ensuring nothing was left. He didn't like the ending and thinking on it again caused shivers to run down his back. He was right in knowing that they would need to put this together perfectly, because one slip up and indeed that would be their future. Closing his eyes again he would attempt to fall back into a comatose state the next time he awoke he would need to prepare the first board on who would be the best suited for the job they didn't know they would be taking on.

(Exit)