[[ ooc :: fic ]]
Name. Dreams
Rating. G (hahaha)
Genre. D'aww & B'aww
Setting. Current Ingakankei
Characters. READ AND LEARN HO HO HO.
Summary. He dreams about wasting the days away in bliss where there are no wars and no sadness. Merely dreams that are granted.
Author Notes. I kept some characters pretty vague, in trying to stick with a dreamscape like feeling. However I did try to note to everyone that has a deep connection to Lelouch. And the summary turned out very CLAMP sounding, I APOLOGIZE.
The covers were soft under him as he had once again fallen asleep without actually climbing into bed. His eyes adjusted to the brilliant light that shone in through the windows. It was hard to wake up so early when one was a nocturnal creature; even worse with the cursed low blood pressure.
Slowly he rolled himself out of bed and laid on the floor as he listened to the the morning bickering between his siblings. It brought a small smile to his face to hear them talking in such a way, but knowing they both loved each other.
"It'll be fine, Onii-sama." Nunnally had gentle scolded him as he served them breakfast. "It'll take longer, but it'll be fine. You don't need to keep checking up on me - neither do you Onii-chan!"
"You're recovering." Rolo had responded with a mummbled voice behind his toast. "Onii-san has reason to worry about you, Nuna-chan."
"I'll be fine!" She had insisted.
His shoes had clicked against the wall as he stood outside for lunch. Kanna was twirling in the spring time grass as Gokudera desperately tried to keep her from hurting herself; while trying to admit he wasn't. His eyes drifted to the young man who had thought he was a God of Death - talking on his cellphone to the woman that was at college. He recalled hearing the mentioning of 'setting a date' and something about 'it not being in winter.'
The green-haired girl had to make her entrance of course. She latched onto the ballerina, topping her into the ground while Gokudera desperately tried to remove the green-haired menace. A squeal echoed through the grassy area from the ballerina as his eyes drifted up to the sky. Of course this hadn't distracted him from noticing the Chinese young man with a scar sitting quietly against one of the walls with a white haired young woman.
"Lelouch?" A voice asked.
He looked back at her.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded. The blond haired girl with those tiny white wings beamed with approval. Before she could say another thing, Chiharu had grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the mess of people already present on the grass. He merely stood back and watched as somehow Duo and Zuko were both drawn into the brawl on that spring day.
It was on his way home that he had noticed his childhood friend. He proudly wore his school uniform but walked hand-in-hand with a woman; her pink hair trickling at her calves. His friend had opened the door of the large limo to allow her in - but stopped to make eye contact with him. The purple and green sets of eyes met, before his friend had smiled and nodded, finally joining the woman. Another woman with dark purple hair and red eyes nodded to him before stepping into the passenger seat of the limo.
He stood and watched as the limo drove off. It turned the corner and he knew it would be sometime before he saw his friend again. Maintaining a personal life was so hard when you were the heir to the throne.
He smiled to himself and closed his eyes at night, standing at the balcony of his apartment. They were simple days, but prefect days. The tradgey of his mother's death had seemed long behind him now. His eyes had opened when he felt the little tug of his shirt moving; meeting the gaze of the round blue eyes and fluttering white wings.
He closed his eyes again and nodded.
"It is his dream." She spoke as her fingers trailed along the delicately weaved detail of the picture frame she held in her elegant fingers.
Her fingers moved down the glass to the faces that filled the occasion on such a happy day. The photo was so old by now, its color had faded. But the happiness captured remained. All those precious people surrounded him on that day, tears in their eyes or smiles that embraced one another.
"But it's a dream that is not a Dream." She spoke as if to herself. "So many things have stood in the way; that will stand in the way. Things that will make this Dream just a dream.
"...but, against the future, people's dreams are always stronger." She closed her eyes as she placed the photograph gently on the shelf. "Even so... not all dreams become Dreams. Sometimes a Dream is just a dream... and all we can do is to keep on dreaming in hopes that one day... our wishes are granted, and our dreams become real."
She looked at the ceiling. "It was what you told that boy that day... even if he does not remember it. He may not remember it in his mind, but his heart does. And that is why that even though that dream is a dream, he will continue to dream it. In hopes that one day... his dream will become reality."
We will all be wishing that when the dream becomes reality... you'll awaken to smiling faces.
Rating. G (hahaha)
Genre. D'aww & B'aww
Setting. Current Ingakankei
Characters. READ AND LEARN HO HO HO.
Summary. He dreams about wasting the days away in bliss where there are no wars and no sadness. Merely dreams that are granted.
Author Notes. I kept some characters pretty vague, in trying to stick with a dreamscape like feeling. However I did try to note to everyone that has a deep connection to Lelouch. And the summary turned out very CLAMP sounding, I APOLOGIZE.
The covers were soft under him as he had once again fallen asleep without actually climbing into bed. His eyes adjusted to the brilliant light that shone in through the windows. It was hard to wake up so early when one was a nocturnal creature; even worse with the cursed low blood pressure.
Slowly he rolled himself out of bed and laid on the floor as he listened to the the morning bickering between his siblings. It brought a small smile to his face to hear them talking in such a way, but knowing they both loved each other.
"It'll be fine, Onii-sama." Nunnally had gentle scolded him as he served them breakfast. "It'll take longer, but it'll be fine. You don't need to keep checking up on me - neither do you Onii-chan!"
"You're recovering." Rolo had responded with a mummbled voice behind his toast. "Onii-san has reason to worry about you, Nuna-chan."
"I'll be fine!" She had insisted.
His shoes had clicked against the wall as he stood outside for lunch. Kanna was twirling in the spring time grass as Gokudera desperately tried to keep her from hurting herself; while trying to admit he wasn't. His eyes drifted to the young man who had thought he was a God of Death - talking on his cellphone to the woman that was at college. He recalled hearing the mentioning of 'setting a date' and something about 'it not being in winter.'
The green-haired girl had to make her entrance of course. She latched onto the ballerina, topping her into the ground while Gokudera desperately tried to remove the green-haired menace. A squeal echoed through the grassy area from the ballerina as his eyes drifted up to the sky. Of course this hadn't distracted him from noticing the Chinese young man with a scar sitting quietly against one of the walls with a white haired young woman.
"Lelouch?" A voice asked.
He looked back at her.
"Are you okay?"
He nodded. The blond haired girl with those tiny white wings beamed with approval. Before she could say another thing, Chiharu had grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the mess of people already present on the grass. He merely stood back and watched as somehow Duo and Zuko were both drawn into the brawl on that spring day.
It was on his way home that he had noticed his childhood friend. He proudly wore his school uniform but walked hand-in-hand with a woman; her pink hair trickling at her calves. His friend had opened the door of the large limo to allow her in - but stopped to make eye contact with him. The purple and green sets of eyes met, before his friend had smiled and nodded, finally joining the woman. Another woman with dark purple hair and red eyes nodded to him before stepping into the passenger seat of the limo.
He stood and watched as the limo drove off. It turned the corner and he knew it would be sometime before he saw his friend again. Maintaining a personal life was so hard when you were the heir to the throne.
He smiled to himself and closed his eyes at night, standing at the balcony of his apartment. They were simple days, but prefect days. The tradgey of his mother's death had seemed long behind him now. His eyes had opened when he felt the little tug of his shirt moving; meeting the gaze of the round blue eyes and fluttering white wings.
He closed his eyes again and nodded.
"It is his dream." She spoke as her fingers trailed along the delicately weaved detail of the picture frame she held in her elegant fingers.
Her fingers moved down the glass to the faces that filled the occasion on such a happy day. The photo was so old by now, its color had faded. But the happiness captured remained. All those precious people surrounded him on that day, tears in their eyes or smiles that embraced one another.
"But it's a dream that is not a Dream." She spoke as if to herself. "So many things have stood in the way; that will stand in the way. Things that will make this Dream just a dream.
"...but, against the future, people's dreams are always stronger." She closed her eyes as she placed the photograph gently on the shelf. "Even so... not all dreams become Dreams. Sometimes a Dream is just a dream... and all we can do is to keep on dreaming in hopes that one day... our wishes are granted, and our dreams become real."
She looked at the ceiling. "It was what you told that boy that day... even if he does not remember it. He may not remember it in his mind, but his heart does. And that is why that even though that dream is a dream, he will continue to dream it. In hopes that one day... his dream will become reality."
We will all be wishing that when the dream becomes reality... you'll awaken to smiling faces.