[Oneshot] Dream 3.0
Title: Dream 3.0
Series: Oneshot
Rating: G
Special: Dream, guest: Nakajima Yuto
Summary: Everyone deserves a proper, safe life.
Notes: This is part of the Dream series. I don't know why I had this dream. Jason is a friend of mine.
It was very dark that night and here in this godforsaken place, dark also meant dangerous. It wasn’t really hot, a miracle in this country, but sweat was gushing out of every pore in my body. Every sound, every movement made my heart jump, made me walk just a little faster, made my hand tighten around the small wrist I held. Only one thought ran through my mind. I have to get him somewhere safe.
The boy I was pulling along looked weak, but I knew he had a lot inside him. He was already suffering from countless bruises and his cheeks had gashes and scratches and blood but still he held on tight, walking almost as fast as I did. He was sniffing slightly, probably still crying. He’d been through a lot. But we knew, both of us, that there was hope and that safety and shelter and the possibility of home was very near. We only had to hold on for a few more minutes.
“Where the hell is it? I know it’s here!” I whispered under my breath, panic coursing through my body. My eyes were frantically searching for the landmark I was so hoping to have found an hour ago. It was quiet, save for the rumbling of our stomachs. Suddenly, the sight of a flight of narrow rickety stairs disappearing up to nowhere from behind a low door caught my eye and my breath released itself. There it was, just a few hundred meters away. I stopped suddenly and he bumped into me with a small oomph.
“That’s an orphanage, it’s very safe,” I told him, my hands pressing against his cheeks, “My friend keeps it. You’ll stay here for a while. You just go up the stairs into the door there. He should still be awake. Tell him who you are and that I sent you. He’ll understand. He’ll protect you no matter what. And so will I.”
He nodded and we started walking again. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and patted his head. “Keep safe okay? I’ll come visit anyway.”
He smiled and it seemed like the place became brighter because of it. A child’s smile holds such innocent power, I thought. Then I realized with a jolt of stupidity that the place WAS brighter but not because of his smile but because there was a motorcycle behind us. We turned in unison to look behind us and our eyes widened. The motorcycle was carrying the worst nightmare possible, the nightmarish helmeted maniac that put us through all hell.
“RUN!” was all I could scream before we both bolted. I had to get that motorcycle-straddling maniac away from him and away from the orphanage. I had to make sure that he was safe. I decided that I was old enough to die, but him, he was too young. I had to be the decoy. What was only 5 seconds in reality seemed like 5 hours in that trapped nightmare. As we neared the stairs to salvation, the roaring of the motorcycle increased, spiking both our adrenalines. In one last spurt of energy, I pulled him harder then shoved him up the stairs.
He stumbled up the first few steps. He looked back, fear in his eyes. I took one last quick look at him. I may never get the chance to see him again. I took in his bright eyes, his pale skin, and his soft shy demeanor.
“Take care of yourself, Yuto.” Then I started running for both our lives.
~~
“Oh my god, this is so boring,” I yawned, stretching in my seat. Outside the window beside me, laughter and the smell of hotdogs reigned and floated in through said window in an obvious attempt to seduce me.
“Do you have a problem Ms. Trinidad?” a boring, drawling voice snapped at me. God, that teacher was annoying. When will this class end? Clock move faster! MOVE FASTER! DearGodjustburnmealiveamen.
I doodled on my notes, beside all the numbers that mean absolutely nothing until I make magic and analyze them. I flipped through my notebook and it opened to the page proudly brandishing my schedule. I had 3 hours for lunch and absolutely nothing to do. I had no homework to catch up on. I had no projects to cram for. I had no clients who beg me to do their homework to squish for income. I had absolutely nothing to do. Oh wait, I have something to do.
‘Ms. Trinidad are you still listening? Answer the problem on the board before I kick you out of my class. Honestly, recently, your head’s been up in the clouds.”
Well, at least he didn’t throw chalk at me. I stood up grudgingly, teeth gritted. Suddenly the laughter and hotdog smell outside grew overpoweringly stronger.
---
I actually pride myself on my sense of direction and my common sense. But sometimes they just refused to work with me. Like now. It should have been a piece of cake to find a place teeming with memories, such unforgettable memories at that. But no, the world just refused to cooperate.
“I know it’s here somewhere! Where can it be?” I crossed the road and decided to talk to a lady tending to a small eatery. She seemed nice since she was smiling and happily tending to her customers. I approached the eatery and asked, “Hey, uuhhm… I was looking for this door that has a narrow stairway behind it. Do you, by any chance, know where it is?”
“Oh you’re looking for the orphanage! It’s right there across the street.” The middle-aged lady pointed to the building behind me across the street. I looked to where she was pointing and indeed the oh-so-familiar stairs-behind-the-door was there. I thanked her and started to cross the street, my mind flashbacking a bit. But just as soon as my mind started flashbacking, something closed over my ankle. I fell to the ground abruptly. Thank god there weren’t any vehicles. I looked down and my heart jumped. The middle-aged lady that had helped me had suddenly turned into a freakish red-eyed over-protector who was clutching at my foot with extremely sharp nails.
“You can’t go there! You are not allowed!” she hissed at me.
I kicked her many times trying so hard to lose her as I crawled toward the stairs. She too was crawling and it raised all the hairs in my whole body that her claws were rising up my leg, getting a firmer grip on me. I reached the stairs and started crawling up while still kicking the woman away. Then it finally dawned on me to do the one thing I still haven’t done. “YUUUUUUTOOOOO! YUUUTOOO!!! YUUUTOOO!!!!” I screamed for help.
Finally I reached the top step and instantly the woman slithered away and disappeared. It was way beyond weird. I stood up and took a few seconds to shake the whole thing off before proceeding into the musty, wispy-looking door. What greeted me was honestly, what I didn’t expect. What looked like an extremely shabby shack on the outside was a hotel-style living room on the inside. They had fancy wallpaper and beautiful leather couches and plants and TV and two more stairs, one leading up, one leading down.
Impulse told me to proceed through a nearby hallway into an open door. Apparently the door led into one of the Boys’ rooms. There was a huge TV inside and two boys, one with spiky hair and glasses and another with long brown hair were battling to the death using PS2. They really seemed into the game but still I interrupted. “Ne, is Yuto here?”
“Yeah, just go into the living room and keep yelling his name. He’ll come out eventually.” One of them waved me off. I shrugged and did as I was told.
“YUUUUTOOO!!! YUUTOOO!!! YUUUTO!!! YUUU-”
“Ate Jek!” He came down from the stairs leading up. He was wearing a checkered vest and looked as adorable as hell. He ran to me and we hugged. He was jumping all over the place and looked so excited that it melted my heart. We started talking about everything and anything and before I knew it 5 hours had passed.
“Ne, Ate Jek, don’t you have class or something?” Yuto asked.
I looked at my watch and screamed, “OH SHIT! I’m 2 HOURS LATE!”
With a short goodbye and a quick hug, I ran out with a promise of tomorrow night.
~~
I was to baby-sit the orphanage for one night while my friend took a break. I had my friend Jason with me. He didn’t really talk much. I loved the little kids in pajamas and watching movies. Yuto looked absolutely adorable. Around 9 in the evening, Yuto, Jason and I went down the stairs in the living room toward the kitchen to get a drink. Yuto and I were chatting and I didn’t realize that Jason had already gone. At 10, I tucked everyone to sleep and kissed Yuto good night. I told them all to sleep and that I’d be going home.
For some reason I decided to walk even though it was a bit far to my house. But the clouds were nice and the breeze was okay too. Nobody was at the annex (the long stretch of road leading to my village) not even cars or any vehicles whatsoever. The road was mine.
I heard something grumbling and the place became lighter again. This was familiar. I turned around and there was a motorcycle. Déjà vu hit me like a rock. It was the maniac. His helmet was open and I caught a glimpse of a face before I had to turn around and run for my life.
What the hell? It was Jason.
Series: Oneshot
Rating: G
Special: Dream, guest: Nakajima Yuto
Summary: Everyone deserves a proper, safe life.
Notes: This is part of the Dream series. I don't know why I had this dream. Jason is a friend of mine.
It was very dark that night and here in this godforsaken place, dark also meant dangerous. It wasn’t really hot, a miracle in this country, but sweat was gushing out of every pore in my body. Every sound, every movement made my heart jump, made me walk just a little faster, made my hand tighten around the small wrist I held. Only one thought ran through my mind. I have to get him somewhere safe.
The boy I was pulling along looked weak, but I knew he had a lot inside him. He was already suffering from countless bruises and his cheeks had gashes and scratches and blood but still he held on tight, walking almost as fast as I did. He was sniffing slightly, probably still crying. He’d been through a lot. But we knew, both of us, that there was hope and that safety and shelter and the possibility of home was very near. We only had to hold on for a few more minutes.
“Where the hell is it? I know it’s here!” I whispered under my breath, panic coursing through my body. My eyes were frantically searching for the landmark I was so hoping to have found an hour ago. It was quiet, save for the rumbling of our stomachs. Suddenly, the sight of a flight of narrow rickety stairs disappearing up to nowhere from behind a low door caught my eye and my breath released itself. There it was, just a few hundred meters away. I stopped suddenly and he bumped into me with a small oomph.
“That’s an orphanage, it’s very safe,” I told him, my hands pressing against his cheeks, “My friend keeps it. You’ll stay here for a while. You just go up the stairs into the door there. He should still be awake. Tell him who you are and that I sent you. He’ll understand. He’ll protect you no matter what. And so will I.”
He nodded and we started walking again. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and patted his head. “Keep safe okay? I’ll come visit anyway.”
He smiled and it seemed like the place became brighter because of it. A child’s smile holds such innocent power, I thought. Then I realized with a jolt of stupidity that the place WAS brighter but not because of his smile but because there was a motorcycle behind us. We turned in unison to look behind us and our eyes widened. The motorcycle was carrying the worst nightmare possible, the nightmarish helmeted maniac that put us through all hell.
“RUN!” was all I could scream before we both bolted. I had to get that motorcycle-straddling maniac away from him and away from the orphanage. I had to make sure that he was safe. I decided that I was old enough to die, but him, he was too young. I had to be the decoy. What was only 5 seconds in reality seemed like 5 hours in that trapped nightmare. As we neared the stairs to salvation, the roaring of the motorcycle increased, spiking both our adrenalines. In one last spurt of energy, I pulled him harder then shoved him up the stairs.
He stumbled up the first few steps. He looked back, fear in his eyes. I took one last quick look at him. I may never get the chance to see him again. I took in his bright eyes, his pale skin, and his soft shy demeanor.
“Take care of yourself, Yuto.” Then I started running for both our lives.
~~
“Oh my god, this is so boring,” I yawned, stretching in my seat. Outside the window beside me, laughter and the smell of hotdogs reigned and floated in through said window in an obvious attempt to seduce me.
“Do you have a problem Ms. Trinidad?” a boring, drawling voice snapped at me. God, that teacher was annoying. When will this class end? Clock move faster! MOVE FASTER! DearGodjustburnmealiveamen.
I doodled on my notes, beside all the numbers that mean absolutely nothing until I make magic and analyze them. I flipped through my notebook and it opened to the page proudly brandishing my schedule. I had 3 hours for lunch and absolutely nothing to do. I had no homework to catch up on. I had no projects to cram for. I had no clients who beg me to do their homework to squish for income. I had absolutely nothing to do. Oh wait, I have something to do.
‘Ms. Trinidad are you still listening? Answer the problem on the board before I kick you out of my class. Honestly, recently, your head’s been up in the clouds.”
Well, at least he didn’t throw chalk at me. I stood up grudgingly, teeth gritted. Suddenly the laughter and hotdog smell outside grew overpoweringly stronger.
---
I actually pride myself on my sense of direction and my common sense. But sometimes they just refused to work with me. Like now. It should have been a piece of cake to find a place teeming with memories, such unforgettable memories at that. But no, the world just refused to cooperate.
“I know it’s here somewhere! Where can it be?” I crossed the road and decided to talk to a lady tending to a small eatery. She seemed nice since she was smiling and happily tending to her customers. I approached the eatery and asked, “Hey, uuhhm… I was looking for this door that has a narrow stairway behind it. Do you, by any chance, know where it is?”
“Oh you’re looking for the orphanage! It’s right there across the street.” The middle-aged lady pointed to the building behind me across the street. I looked to where she was pointing and indeed the oh-so-familiar stairs-behind-the-door was there. I thanked her and started to cross the street, my mind flashbacking a bit. But just as soon as my mind started flashbacking, something closed over my ankle. I fell to the ground abruptly. Thank god there weren’t any vehicles. I looked down and my heart jumped. The middle-aged lady that had helped me had suddenly turned into a freakish red-eyed over-protector who was clutching at my foot with extremely sharp nails.
“You can’t go there! You are not allowed!” she hissed at me.
I kicked her many times trying so hard to lose her as I crawled toward the stairs. She too was crawling and it raised all the hairs in my whole body that her claws were rising up my leg, getting a firmer grip on me. I reached the stairs and started crawling up while still kicking the woman away. Then it finally dawned on me to do the one thing I still haven’t done. “YUUUUUUTOOOOO! YUUUTOOO!!! YUUUTOOO!!!!” I screamed for help.
Finally I reached the top step and instantly the woman slithered away and disappeared. It was way beyond weird. I stood up and took a few seconds to shake the whole thing off before proceeding into the musty, wispy-looking door. What greeted me was honestly, what I didn’t expect. What looked like an extremely shabby shack on the outside was a hotel-style living room on the inside. They had fancy wallpaper and beautiful leather couches and plants and TV and two more stairs, one leading up, one leading down.
Impulse told me to proceed through a nearby hallway into an open door. Apparently the door led into one of the Boys’ rooms. There was a huge TV inside and two boys, one with spiky hair and glasses and another with long brown hair were battling to the death using PS2. They really seemed into the game but still I interrupted. “Ne, is Yuto here?”
“Yeah, just go into the living room and keep yelling his name. He’ll come out eventually.” One of them waved me off. I shrugged and did as I was told.
“YUUUUTOOO!!! YUUTOOO!!! YUUUTO!!! YUUU-”
“Ate Jek!” He came down from the stairs leading up. He was wearing a checkered vest and looked as adorable as hell. He ran to me and we hugged. He was jumping all over the place and looked so excited that it melted my heart. We started talking about everything and anything and before I knew it 5 hours had passed.
“Ne, Ate Jek, don’t you have class or something?” Yuto asked.
I looked at my watch and screamed, “OH SHIT! I’m 2 HOURS LATE!”
With a short goodbye and a quick hug, I ran out with a promise of tomorrow night.
~~
I was to baby-sit the orphanage for one night while my friend took a break. I had my friend Jason with me. He didn’t really talk much. I loved the little kids in pajamas and watching movies. Yuto looked absolutely adorable. Around 9 in the evening, Yuto, Jason and I went down the stairs in the living room toward the kitchen to get a drink. Yuto and I were chatting and I didn’t realize that Jason had already gone. At 10, I tucked everyone to sleep and kissed Yuto good night. I told them all to sleep and that I’d be going home.
For some reason I decided to walk even though it was a bit far to my house. But the clouds were nice and the breeze was okay too. Nobody was at the annex (the long stretch of road leading to my village) not even cars or any vehicles whatsoever. The road was mine.
I heard something grumbling and the place became lighter again. This was familiar. I turned around and there was a motorcycle. Déjà vu hit me like a rock. It was the maniac. His helmet was open and I caught a glimpse of a face before I had to turn around and run for my life.
What the hell? It was Jason.