|If I Dream...
Author: Shamanic Nuriko PM
Nuriko reflects on his dreams as they may lead to something true...[Warnings; Yaoi (Tasuki x Nuriko)]Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,287 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 07-15-02 - Published: 04-22-02 - id: 736924
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I'm back! Took long enough! ^^
Well, here is the latest chapter. =D And the surprise chapter to Fushigi Email Surveys should be around within a day or so. xDD YAY THAT FFN ISH BACK! XDDD Hopefully the next chapter to this will come soon. But Shoujocon ish comin up. I'm going as Ryoko from Real Bout High School! =D
Now...I got some bad news (good to some)...I don't own FY. So...I am just borrowing the charries. ^^ And this is YAOI! GuyxGuy. No likeie? No readie! xDD And no reviews saying this sucks. Be polite. =3
Anyway, Enjoy! =DDD
If I dream...
By Shamanic Nuriko
I am memorized by him. I feel like my mouth is full of dry leaves. I need courage. I need to act like nothing is wrong. I can be playful. I can wear the bright mask.
"Oh c'mon Tasuki-chan! I've seen you daze off as well. Planning to steal something in the kingdom I bet!" I chuckle out. My hand goes to cover my light laughter as Tasuki sits, or should I say plop, next me to, folding his arms across his chest. I don't think I offended him. It was light teasing. It was a stupid attempt at flirting. Damn it.
"What makes ya think I would steal somethin'?" he laughed. I close my eyes for a second and I can imagine myself being burned away with that laugh. His entire voice is like fire. It cackles and engulfs life. My eyes open.
"Oh...maybe that you keep eyeing that vase in Hotohori-sama's dining room," I say. Maybe I can act like now. Play it cool. Become cool, cold, seductive. My fingers begin to play with my amythist strands as I watch him look at him, wink at me. He just burned a whole my heart.
"Awh damn. I thought no one noticed." He's playing cool. Cool as the shade he's under. Does he suspect something?
I can play even cooler though. My nimble fingers leave my hair as I begin to play with the stands of fire. They're so soft, yet they look so sharp. It's like fur in my hands.
"Or maybe you're trying to steal a heart. One of the maids?" I joke. He looks at me like a little boy would. It's so cute. My heart does cartwheels and butterflies dance in my stomach.
He closes his eyes and lifts his head stubbornly as he proclaims, "I hate women! You should know that by now! If ya dun, then ya do now!" I giggle as my arms encircle his neck and my face comes close to his. His eyes open. I am reflected in gold and sunlight. He's confused, but a small blush creeps onto his face. How cute! Giggles tickle my throat and plaster themselves as smiles on my face.
"Well, then I must warn you. Don't try to steal my heart. I might end up breaking yours." I place a kiss on his nose. He is now as red as Suzaku's feathers. I back away and begin to laugh so hard. Tears are gliding down my face like petals and feathers. Tasuki is now annoyed, but I can't help it. This was way too funny!
"Nuriko! What the hell do ya think yer doing?! You fuckin' scared me!" The bandit bellowed.
"Poor Tasuki! You shoulda known by now the way I can be. Wow, I can scare the 'tough and scary bandit leader of the Mt. Leikaku Bandits.'" I keep on laughing, my arms around my slender waist and my laughter carried in the wind. My love, however, has a differnet opinion on my joke. He gets up, still with that blush on his face, and leaves in a huff. I can't let him leave like that.
He turns around.
I wink and blow him a kiss. He growls at me and begins cursing up a storm as he leaves.
Now I can let him go.
I am in a swirl of glitz and glamour, paradise colors. The pinks and blues and purples lined the sky as it seemed to glitter and glow like it was on fire. The wind danced and twirled with leaves and petals the color of rhinestones. I think I see pink makeup thick pollen wafting in the air. I hear music. Soft, gentle, angelic touches on the piano keys. Long, graceful, mysterious fingers plucking at the harp. I am drunk on sights and smells and sounds.
I sit up to find I am in new clothing. White silk is around my body, carressing it. My hair isn't in its braid, but its long, sunset violet speldor. I look around for someone else here. I am soon answered as a hand is placed on my shoulder.
I gasp as I turn around. Oh stars. It's him. My eyes widen. Warm tears of joy burn at the edges. My heart does skips and bounces for joy. It's him. The music begins to escalate. The colors grow lighter, light and blending to the background like a rainbow. It's him. Hymn.
It's Tasuki. Not the usual Tasuki I'm used to. His clothes are the same as mine. His hair isn't up and spikey, but down for once. The orange hair is to his shoulders, maybe a little past. His eyes aren't arrogant or brave, but just waver like amber pools. He's not displaying the cocky bandit but rather the quiet boy that no one has seen.
"Tasuki?" I whisper as I reach up to touch his cheek. His eyes look like they'll downpour with a waterfall of tears. Am I the first to treat him this gently? His face comes into my hand, like a dog or a cat to his owner. My heart is overwhelmed by this. He whispers something into my hand as he kisses it. Then he fades. I quickly try to embrace the sparkles of light that is him, but it is of no use. He is soon gone. My heart feels lonely as do I. My paradise dreamworld disspears as I am left in darkness and storms. The only light there is brief flashes of lightning.
I awake from the dream and I wonder to myself...Was it all a dream?
"And what does it mean?"