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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you for all the reviews.
dkjoynotsignedin: Thank you for the continual support and also, Thank you for the translation info, I need to get on that. You�re so helpful.
Ri: I�m sorry for the errors, but it was late and I didn�t read over the chapter. Stupid me. Anyway, I enjoyed Takaya and Miya...miya....miya- just making sure I get it right- interactions because I can see Takaya as one of those bigger brothers that annoy you and make fun of you, but love you no matter what. Older brothers rock! However my older brothers don�t because I know them and have lived with them for years.
kyuuketsuki: Thank you for saying I write very well. I hope I don�t disappoint, although this chappie is just leading up to the one that I�m actually looking forward to writing.

Nubiti: Thank you so much for fainting and gasping at me. Okay that just came out funny. Sorry for my stupidness. I wish there were more MOB fics, people need to write more. It�s such a good series for character development.
Raythe: Oh, I love it when I get reviews that say I�m being IC, it�s always great. The series is hard to follow because the story can be confusing at times, what with the names and...but I love the series. It has so much potential and the OVA showed all of it. Why are they so cruel? Show us something great and then take it away...bastards. Sorry for the rant and I will continue to write with your support. Can I ask where your name comes from? It�s interesting.
tangerine: Go Angst. If it doesn�t have any suffering then it�s not a MOB fic. The suffering just makes it sweeter when the fans get what they want. However MOB just gave us suffering and not enough to make up for it. That�s the reason why I�m writing this. It seriously ain�t fair. They need to balance! Balance! Don�t feel dumb about not seeing the new chapter. Dkjoy didn�t see it either and when I read stories, I miss out on chapters a lot too. Plus I update at weird times so don�t feel bad. It�s my fault. I should be consistent. Oh and you have full permission to smack Takaya. Go!

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Knock knock. Knock. Knock. (Pause) BAM! BAM!
Naoe sat up from his couch suddenly, the remnants of sleep and smoke still clinging to him rather doggedly as he realized that his door was making an ungodly racket. Or rather, the person behind the door was making an ungodly racket, that would surely wake up his neighbors and confuse them into thinking the apartments were being renovated with large wrecking cranes.

He had fallen asleep on the couch again and checking his watch, wasn�t put off that this person, who obviously had some form of hearing problem was waking him 11 something at night, when he had work tomorrow.

Naoe, looking again at his shaking door could almost tell who was making the racket. Only one person had the audacity to pound on his door at--he checked his watch again--11: 46 PM. Well excluding Takaya, who would have just ripped the handle off the door and barged in. But since his door wasn�t being blown into tiny bits, it was safe to say this wasn�t Takaya, and with his list of friends rather limited, it made things quite easy to figure out who the culprit was.

Either it was Haruie or the police.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Definitely Haruie.

Getting up from the couch, he walked over to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door wider than he usually did because if he knew the blonde behind door number one, Haruie needed to make an entrance. He caught her in the middle of another banging session on his poor door, one fist raised as if she had been shouting at traffic or small children. She was puffing her lips out, her stance one she would usually take with the most heinous of enemies.

�You already asleep.�

Naoe felt like throwing the door close in her face for that remark.

�I was sleeping but�-

Pushing past him, Haruie walked into his apartment, her boots clicking against the wood of his floor as she made her way over to his couch and sat down, her arms spreading across the back as she made herself at home.

�Good, now that you�re awake, we can go to that bar I was tellin� you about.�

Naoe realized that being a faster talker than Kakizaki Haruie would have meant he could get his point across. Although he was only a man and speaking at Haruie�s pace, he believed would have some serious side effects on his people skills. Mostly because no one would be able to understand him and that would be a problem, since he made money from those very people skills.

�Is there something bothering you Haruie?�

She looked over at him with a bored expression and blowing away the stray hairs in her eyes, started to get up from her seat.

�Yeah, this.� Raising her hands in a sweeping motion of Naoe�s apartment, she huffed at the look of utter indifference on the Possessor�s face.

�You need a change of scenery, Naoe. Go out, do something that isn�t work or Feudal Underworld business. You�re killing me, you and Chiaki, well Chiaki not so much, but you.� She pointed accusingly at Naoe, �You�re going to be the death of me.�

Naoe blinked back at her. He wasn�t a stranger to Haruie�s histrionics, nor was he a stranger to her appeals for him to go out more. She was always on him to start �living his life.� The regular advice of �make the most of the situation,� or �It�s half full,� or �Aren�t my shoes cute?�

He never knew what to tell Haruie because she was one of his best friends and out of anyone she knew what he was going through. He had once tried to tell her that it wasn�t his life to live, that he had stolen this life but thought better of it. Haruie would have most likely slapped him in the face for that and the sad thing is, he would have deserved it, because she didn�t believe that she had stolen this life. She believed it was given to her in the hope that one day she could find her reincarnated lover. Haruie understood him more than anyone, because she could understand the loss he suffered with for four hundred years. She could probably understand better, because she still hadn�t found her lover and it pained him to think she never would, or that her smiles and encouraging words were to hide these very thoughts.

He listened to her, because Haruie had such a strong character, hiding her grief behind mascara and well-manicured hands and keeping a smile that come rain or shine had never changed, but only got brighter as her sorrow enfolded her. He would forever respect Haruie. He would forever love Haruie and try to protect her. She was family, a brother in a past life and now a little sister in this.

�So Naoe, are we going to sit here and wallow, or are you going to get yourself ready and come have some fun?� She threw her hands on her hips and dramatically clicking the heel of one foot, waited for his reply.

Although family had its ups and downs as far as having opinions and free will.

Naoe, walking to his room closed the door so he could get dressed. This was the price he paid for letting Haruie have her way.

As he opened his closet door, he could hear his refrigerator door clang open and the blonde now in his kitchen shout something through the door.

�Hey do you have any diet coke?� The refrigerator closed because, �no he didn�t have any� and then she noisily came over to the bedroom door to give him �advice� on what to wear.

�I betta not see anything with black or you�ll be blue. Do you hear me Naoe?�

Or more like what not to wear.

Naoe, who had been holding some black slacks, threw it back into the closet.

She knew him too well.

It didn�t help that most of his closet consisted of black. He didn�t care too much for casual wear; it made him feel out of place when he dressed that way. He also had personal reasons for dressing the way he did.

�Just wear some blue jeans and a nice shirt.�

Naoe would have refused out right, if he didn�t know how loud Haruie could get.

He grabbed some jeans off a hanger. It was in the back of his closet, the far back where light didn�t hit and moths probably lived, and started to put it on. A dark burgundy shirt was staring him in the face; well it wasn�t black, although it could have been if the lighting was dark enough. He pulled it on and grabbing some boots, headed for his bedroom door. Haruie, the only fashion police that worked a full shift would be waiting outside to inspect him.

He opened the door, careful not to hit the blonde and walking out was met with thumbs up and whistling. He believed Haruie thrived on other people�s misfortunes.

�Good job Naoe. I thought I would have had to come in there, but you�ve proven me wrong. Now go grab a comb, you have bed hair.�

Naoe passed a hand through his hair and proclaimed that he was finish. Haruie made a face at him.

�That�s not a comb.�

Naoe thought it didn�t matter since he looked so sloppy anyway, what would combing his hair prove. Haruie like the overactive drama queen she was pretended to look flabbergasted and hurt all at the same time.

�Sloppy, so no business suit equals no class. Naoe, if I could, I would have thrown my shoe at you. Heel first! I�m not wearing a business suit and I think I look great.� She flounced in her white skirt and her black spaghetti strap top, her black boots clicking femininely as she waltzed to show off her figure.

Naoe made a note to not get into fights with Haruie. It just made him look like the bad guy. He, however still didn�t feel the need to pass some gel threw his hair and Haruie let him have this small victory. It really didn�t matter since she had been winning the entire night.

�Okay, lets go before you realize how handsome you look and change.� Naoe grabbed his car keys and before he could ask Haruie where they were going, the blond was out the front door and already down the stairs.

It seems he would find out when they got there.

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Haruie, instead of riding in his car had asked him to follow her on her bike. He wondered why they just couldn�t take his car and when he asked, she said her cool factor depended on her going on her bike. Naoe didn�t press again.

They arrived in not more than fifteen minutes since he lived near the club district. He was reluctant to come out of his car, since Haruie had said they were going to a bar and not a club. There was a big difference. He came out of his car.

�Haruie, this isn�t a bar.�

She rolled her eyes at him. �There�s a bar in the club.�

He had just asked for that. Haruie smiled at him like she hadn�t just pulled a fast one over him and walking toward the entrance of some neon lights monstrosity, flashed her smile. The bouncer let her in with an appraising look and Naoe followed, taking out his driver�s license.

He asked her why she hadn�t just shown her driver�s license and she answered that it wasn�t proper for men to know her age. He should have expected as much.

Upon entering, the bright lights from the dance floor flooded the whole building in a kaleidoscope of color. The music pounded rhythmically, a trance like beat that kept the indiscriminate bodies moving. Naoe felt the crowd that was milling around the door part as he walked past.

There were some definite advantages to being tall and watching Haruie push and elbow people out of her way, he would have rather taken the lead.

With all the attitude she could muster, she made her way over to the stairs, a grin on her face as she mounted the stairs, taking them two at a time until she reached the bar and lounging area. Haruie took a booth that overlooked the dance floor and Naoe helpless to say anything, sat down opposite from her.

�Isn�t it cool?� She smiled a little too happily for his liking, the overhead lights bouncing off the pink gloss of her lips. Naoe felt like he wasn�t being let in on the secret that Haruie chose to conceal behind her lipstick.

Something was up and Naoe not up for hide and seek, went for the direct approach.

�I�- Although he didn�t get very far, as he tried to question the blonde on what exactly was so cool about this place that she would wake him up and drag him out here.

Haruie knew his preferences, yes he had been a teenager once and he had gone to many clubs, but now he was an adult. An adult with tastes that ranged from quiet naps to quieter naps. Why was she pressing this on him?

�It�s huge, man Chiaki hadn�t been kiddin�.�

Wait, what?

�Chiaki�s here.�

Haruie looked away. �Ah, yeah he�s here. I called him before I came over.�

Naoe definitely felt like he was the last one being let in on a joke.

�So where is�-

Haruie again wouldn�t let him finish his sentence.

�Well funny thing, yuh know, we were going to a bar, but then Chiaki said this would be more fun and so I...thought yeah it would be fun, with me, and Chiaki, and�-- mumble, mumble, mumble.

�Excuse me.� The last part of Haruie�s sentence had been completely lost to him, as the blonde mumbled and fidgeted in her seat. It really didn�t help that the crowd and music were exponentially growing louder. He could plainly feel the pulse of the music beating through his chest.

�Ain�t this fun?� Okay something was definitely wrong here. When had Haruie become a mumbler and why wouldn�t she just let him talk?

�Haruie, what�s going on? You brought me here because Chiaki asked you too? Does he need to talk to me about something?�

She shook her head. �Yep. Needs to talk to you.�

�So where is he?� This was getting ridiculous. He definitely knew she was hiding something from him.

She pointed down to the dance floor and Naoe thought they had gotten over the general answers for the evening.

�I won�t be able to find him like that.�

She turned to him and then back to the dance floor. �Yeah, you�re right. I can�t find Chiaki anywhere, but I can see Takaya down there.�

If Naoe had been drinking something, he surely would have sputtered it all over the blonde in front of him.

�Come again?� Naoe wasn�t sure he heard her right the first time. The music and the people were really too loud.

�Well I guess Chiaki ain�t down there, but Takaya is.� She smiled and pointed toward the far left wall and sure enough, Naoe could see Takaya and his friends.

�The more the merrier right?�

Naoe gave Haruie a displeased look. So this is what they had been planning. Chiaki was in the same grade as Takaya and they did know the same people, so it would make sense that they would all come out together, but...

Naoe gave Haruie an even more displeased look.

�I have work tomorrow.�

She shrugged her shoulders. The sympathy was astounding.

�That�s not my problem Mr. Tachibana. I have a manicure tomorrow, but you don�t see me complain�. Anyway it�ll be good for you. How long haven�t you seen Takaya, huh?�

Naoe felt his mood turn sour.

�I saw him two weeks ago.�

She smiled. �Really? What�d you guys talk about?�

It really wasn�t his intention to hide anything from Haruie and she did know about his past with Kagetora. Both her and Chiaki did, but still it was hard to just come out and say it.

�...He knows.�

Haruie blankly stared at him.

�What?�

Naoe felt the shame of what he was going to say take a hold of his chest.

�He knows about what I did to Minako.�
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A/N: This chapter was just some more character development. Nothing too serious here. Just the foundation. Sorry for not updating quickly, but with exams and all, I couldn�t find the time to write. Blame it on the high school blues. Man senioritis sucks!
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