What Dreams May Come

[lapis_hair_ruka]

The darkness was piercing cold. He wasnt so much aware of his body as he was that he was something that was shaped like a human in order to comfort his own weak brain. Molecules, thoughts, ideas, feelings all struggled to hold themselves together. To not disolve back into the Abyss. But it was a losing battle. He could feel himself disappearing at a rapid pace in a flurry of small flecks of light that went skipping away like errant fireflies. He tried to close his hands, or his mind, onto one of them.



Juri...
Duels...
Thorns...
Blood...
Roses...
An egg being shattered...
An eye...
A baloon...
A blue sky...
Black...
White...
Secrets...
Monsters...
Tsuchiya...
Tsuchiya Ruka...

None of it means anything...It's not important...

Miracles...

It fizzled in the darkness like a quickly extinguishing ember of some erratic firework. A remnant of synapses firing and dying. He grasped hold of it and clung for dear life. Curling his body, or what was left of it, around this warm little star like a fetus, he stilled himself for whatever was to come.

Back in the hospital room, the poor pale boy shaped thing in the bed tossed its head and muttered in a graveyard voice something that sounded vaguely like

"Horrors.....Horrors....."