Imagine Dragons

Author: Green Phantom Queen

Rated: T

Summary: Haruto Souma thinks of his time with Yayoi Tokuda, and starts to understand what he feels for her.

Note: This is a first person perspective of Haruto Sohma, taking place in both "SplitxEnd" and "Month of Sundays". Title of the story and the chapters are named after the band Imagine Dragons and their album "Night Visions". This chapter takes place during inbetween Chapters 10 and 11 of "SplitxEnd".

Prologue: Night Visions

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his only punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

-Oscar Wilde

I'm awake at 1:05 AM, as noted by the watch on my wrist. I can't sleep.

Everyone is asleep at this moment. Wajima slumbers in his own room that's filled with tools for carving gems. Koyomi has her own quarters with walls decorated with astronomical charts. The room where I'm sleeping in is what Wajima calls the "Room of Wonders". This is because there are shelves of ancient tomes, and cabinets of antiques lining the walls. There's a side-table with a fancy lamp, and a grandfather clock in the corner. The smell of sandalwood incense fills my lungs.

I'm lying on a couch, and across from me is her. Yayoi Tokuda, she calls herself. We've only met twice: once when she bumped into me while eating croquettes, the second was just a few hours ago after I saved her from a bunch of strange, black masked men.

I turn to my side to get a better look. Yayoi's asleep, and this is when she's at her calmest. The past few hours involved her being high-strung over things that she just can't control. I can relate to that.

I sit up and run a hand through my hair. I whistle a note underneath my breath as I exhale. The night is so quiet, and yet just this morning there was nothing but fighting and chaos in Kyoto...or at least, that's what Yayoi told me. Coupled with Waijima-san's giant textbook and reading Gentaro Kisaragi's diary, the silence feels so unbearable. I feel like I'm going to explode. I don't like this feeling.

Instead, I lie back and look at Yayoi, still asleep. What does she dream of? What type of things does she like? Does she have any hopes or dreams? Does she think about finding love?

I shake the thought out of my head. The last thing I need to deal with is a love-sick girl; I think she knows that too. However, when I think back at what we did today, it all can add up into something similar to 'love'. I make a mental list in my head:

First, the two of us rode on my motorcycle across the city underneath a setting sun. Her arms wrapped around my stomach for comfort, and her forehead pressed against my back for...well, I don't exactly know why, but I can assume it was for comfort.

Next, we played soccer in the park and looked into each other's eyes as if we were lovers after we collided with one another. Then, we laughed all our troubles away for a while before kicking the soccer ball back and forth, as if this was nothing but our "me time", where we could just be ourselves and forget that there was this humongous crisis of a boy resurrected by an ancient Serpent threatening to destroy the world.

Finally, we consoled each other over our worries and fears...or at least, as much as we could get from one another. Yayoi didn't want to reveal a lot about her family life outside from her parents' whereabouts and her friend's troubles. I don't even know which college she's attending. Does she think that telling it to me will make me believe that she's boring or dull? I don't think she is. She's filled with too much passion to be considered boring. Plus, she graduated from Amanogawa High, one of the most prestigious high schools in Japan, where this legendary warrior called a "Kamen Rider" was created as she told me. Despite what she told me, her life is anything but dull.

I think I can figure out where she's coming from with that logic, though. High school is where you start reaching out for your dreams—where everything is about optimism, youth, friendship and so much more. There, it's impossible to believe that anything was impossible. Now, at a time where she's learning to become independent and begin a new life for herself, there comes this twist of fate regarding necromancy, a bloodline that traces back to Ancient Greece, and the boy that she grew up with going into a war that he might not live through.

And I thought I had it rough.

On the table in front of me is a slim, black book. I pick it up and flip toward a page. In the dim light of the moon, I see a picture of a young boy with white hair, brown eyes and a grin stretching from ear to ear. In ten years time, it would be this boy whose death and resurrection causes the world to turn on its side. Everyone affected by this recent turn of events is trying to comprehend the situation, yet unable to understand why it has to be this way. This boy, who was there for others and who would do his best to make people smile, was now cold, apathetic and filled with anger in his heart. How could this happen? It was hard to say.

Questions keep buzzing in my head in regards to these recent discoveries, but right now, it is time to rest. We still have time to find answers, but there would be no way to prepare against an upcoming threat if either Yayoi or I are exhausted.

I place the book on back on the table and roll to the side so I face the back of the couch. I bring my knees to my stomach, cross my hands over my chest, and bow my head. I instantly fall asleep.