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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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A/N: Nothing beats angst, except more angst and stupid ninja crack. You�ll see, sadly. I�m really sorry about not updating soon enough, but with holidays and the stupid cold I got, its been hard finding time to write. Gomen if this chapter was crap. The next chapter will involve Naoe and Takaya more, I just thought that Chiaki and Haruie needed some love because best friends rock!
Thanks for the reviews even though it�s the holidays and everyone�s so busy.
Juna: You want dirty dancing, I�ll give it to you since your review was so nice. It�ll be in the next chapter. Hee, hee. I like giving my readers what they want, so if you want anything else, just review and tell me. Haruie is very cool, isn�t she? And I�m overjoyed that my vibes for her got through. She�s such a big sis/mom type. Love her to death.
Dkjoynotsignedin: You spoil me, still giving me reviews when you�re so busy and at your fiance�s house. I hope you like how Haruie responds, I don�t know what to do with her sometimes. Anyway, thanks for stickin� with me. It makes me want to hurry up and get the next chapter going.
Twisted sheets: Hmmm...interesting name. And yes god these two really need to have sex. Trust me I�m building up to it, but when it comes there�ll be a lot of it, because I really want to develop these guys, before and after the sex and stuff. I like being a pervert.

Tommy: Ahhhh, so sorry for the cliffhanger. I just can�t help it sometimes because when I get the feeling I should stop, I stop without any consideration for where. It�s the reason a lot of my chapters end in cliffie world. Gomen.

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�......� There was a long quiet after Naoe had spoken. He thought that maybe Haruie had gone into shock; because a speechless Haruie was something he rarely ever had the chance of witnessing.
He waited and waited some more, still keeping his eyes on her as she regarded him with more silence and more staring.

He supposed these things just needed time.

�What the hell do you mean he knows what you did to Minako?�

These things also needed a certain tact and delicateness that Haruie, being who she was, had never acquired in this lifetime or any of the previous ones.

Naoe shook his head solemnly at her, �I don�t need to explain myself.�

Haruie looked like she was about to capsize the table.

�No please, explain what the hell you think you�ll accomplish by telling him these things? Naoe I thought we all agreed to let Takaya remember on his own.�

The blond, breathing loudly from her outburst, her fingers clutching the table turned her head away from the man in front of her. They had all promised to keep things quiet from Takaya, mostly from fear of what he would do when he found out, mostly from wanting to put the past behind them, and mostly from wanting to lessen some of Naoe�s grief, even if for a small amount of time. It was worth it for Naoe�s sake.

Naoe had been so broken up, so torn apart when Lord Kagetora had been on the brink of death. He had deliriously pined for the man, had almost gone half mad with lust and sadness that it had been unbearable to watch. Nagahide and her had tried so hard to console him, but he had fled their comfort, taking solace in his thoughts of secretly bringing back Kagetora and when he did, when he had dragged Kagetora from the underworld and placed him in the pregnant body of Minako, it had been all so heart-wrenching to see their friend again torn apart by his grief as Lord Kagetora committed suicide to escape the reality of what he had done to Minako. The suicide and the knowledge that he was the one to inflict so much pain on his Lord had been the sealing nail in his own coffin.

All they could do was watch as Naoe�s mind continued to deteriorate, as the man they had once called friend was now only a former shadow of himself, an empty shell. They were helpless to do anything and they realized that the day Kagetora had gone, there was no way of ever bringing their friend back to life because he had died the day Kagetora had left.

Nagahide and her had promised themselves that day, the same day that Naoe had followed Kagetora to the grave that they would keep this from happening again. That no matter what, Lord Kagetora--the selfish bastard, the infuriating, charismatic leader, the man who had stolen their best friend and turned him into something so twisted that they couldn�t even recognize him anymore--he would never ever get the chance to hurt Naoe again. They would keep the past from repeating itself. Lord Kagetora had strung and toyed with Naoe, had kept his love for himself, had baited and tormented their friend, but no more, things were going to be different.

God how had things turned out this way?

They had been such fools to think the past wouldn�t rear its ugly head. That they could escape the karma of their past lives. It was all such an ugly cycle of self-hate and hate that kept repeating, spinning around each of them. Lord Kagetora had spurned Naoe in his last life and now as Haruie and Nagahide had witnessed in horror, Takaya was showing the same characteristics of their Lord.

When was it going to end?

They had all felt like giving up and just resigning themselves to the fact that Naoe would be the unwitting pawn of all of this, still tormented, still unhappy, still in love with someone who was fated to never love him in return. It was all so unfair, so unfair that Haruie had cried herself sick at Naoe�s grave a long time ago, and Nagahide had taken it all so personally, had held a deep seated grudge in his heart for Lord Kagetora, each of his reincarnations met with the same disdain, same loathing, the same disappointed gaze. They had all felt a grudge toward the reincarnations. She couldn�t deny that. The act of the Lord living a normal life, unremorseful and unrepentant, and not being able to remember anything from the past that had caused them all so much heartache.

The bastard. Why was he being let off so easy? Why was he not paying for all the things he had done?

Haruie, cradling her head in her arms felt the corners of her eyes moisten. Crying here wouldn�t cause anything to change. The only thing she would accomplish would be to make her mascara run.

She gave Naoe a pleading look, something she hadn�t done since she had last seen him leaving for Lord Kagetora�s side, love stricken and hopeless. She had told him to be careful that day, warned him of consequences but he hadn�t listened to her. He hadn�t listened to Nagahide either.

�It�s extremely selfish of all of us to want you to keep this quiet...but dammit Naoe, haven�t you suffered enough? Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you...� her throat wouldn�t let her finish her sentence. She just felt so choked up, but god she had already shed so many tears for this one man.

Naoe wasn�t making eye contact with her and she reached out to touch his hand. He turned his eyes on her, sad and hurting eyes that had her holding herself from sobbing down in front of her best friend, her brother, the only family she had known.

�I love him...I love him as much as I loved him four hundred years ago. Time will never change that Haruie. Time will never erase the memories, the things I�ve done to him in the name of that love.�

Haruie flinched. If she was reading that last part right, it seemed that Naoe hadn�t been the one to bring up the topic of Minako...so that would mean, Takaya was remembering.

He was remembering...

The memories that they had all struggled with, Takaya was remembering them. What did this mean? Did this mean that soon Takaya would remember everything? Every single event and then what? What? Would Kagetora come back? What about Naoe? Would Naoe suffer again at the beck and call of their Lord? She didn�t think she had it in her for another repeat of the past. Her soul couldn�t handle it. It just drained so much out of her.

She excused herself from the table.

Slowly rising from her seat, Haruie slowly made her way to the bathroom. She pulled her cell out of her purse and dialing Nagahide�s cell number, waited quietly for the man to pick up the phone.
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Watching the far wall with a morbid curiosity, Naoe studied Takaya with his friends. Saori was pulling Takaya out toward the dance floor with all the normal curiosity that a seventeen-year-old girl would show in these circumstances. Takaya was pulling back, but away from Saori, some self-conscious steps away from the dance floor, as he tried to regain his spot on the wall where he had so coolly leaned against since they had come. Yuzuru was laughing and Takaya still fighting with Saori, one of his hands imprisoned in both of Saori�s small hands, shook his head at the girl as she made a spectacle of it all. A sincere smile behind those laughing eyes that could both smother and destroy enemies.

Naoe suddenly felt an unquestionable urge to just get up and walk down there, never minding the feeling that it was too soon to be testing Takaya after what he had told him, or that he should just leave, go home, get some sleep, be patient, wait for his time...

It was all so frustrating and watching Takaya as he won the round between Saori, leaning against the wall again and laughing at her, it made something within him want to...hurt him. He�d understood that it was jealousy, jealousy for not being the cause of that smile, the fact that others could bring it out, the fact that he had tried all his life to get Kagetora to smile at him like that and always failing miserably.

Misery at his utter defeat. His failure. A lifetime worth of downfall and misery. It never ceased to amaze him how much anger in his heart he had for this one man...and how much love.

Getting up from the booth, Naoe made his way to the stairs.
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Haruie called Nagahide one more time, she was now in front of the bathroom mirror fixing her mascara and hair, while the other hand held up her phone.

�Why hasn�t Nagahide picked up his phone yet? Did he shut it off?�

Haruie, flipping her hair dialed his number one more time in the chance that he would pick up his damn cell. Nagahide really needed to realize the use of a cell phone. He had taken it off numerous times before, calling it a nuisance when people called him. Naoe, when she called him on his cell would tell her to stop using his business line. God he was so uptight sometimes.

�Men, they�re all the same. Hmph, glad I�m not one.�

Flipping her phone closed and putting it back into her purse, she walked out of the bathroom. Somebody was going to hear what she had to say about turned-off cell phones. She briskly made her way back to the booth only to find that Naoe wasn�t there anymore.

�What the fuck?� Really, Naoe was going to pay for making her use un-lady like language.

She hurried over to the banister that overlooked the dance floor. If she was lucky, then Takaya and company would still be there, and if she was even more lucky, Naoe wouldn�t be anywhere near that spot. Too bad her luck and karma were tied together because when she saw Naoe making his way over to the group, she knew depending on luck wasn�t going to happen any time this century.

Big, red, thundering sirens instantly went off in her head.

This was a problem. The crowd wasn�t even putting up a decent fight against the giant formerly known as Naoe. They just hurried out of his way as they danced, scooting and pushing their partners to the side to let Naoe pass. It was kinda funny; except Haruie wished out of the crowd somebody had some balls to tell Naoe to pass around. At least make it more difficult for the Possessor, give her more time to get down there and stop him before he reached Takaya and dammit, where the hell was Nagahide when she needed him?

Shirukens would have been a great help. She could throw some and then cut off Naoe�s path. Too bad she wasn�t a ninja. God spiritualist had it so hard sometimes. Big, dumb, spiritual balls.

�What are you looking at?� Haruie nearly jumping off the banister at the sound of the voice behind her and whirling around to face the person, whom she had been trying to contact for the longest was more than ready to clobber Nagahide Yasuda good and hard with her purse.

�Don�t sneak up on me like that, you bastard. Jeez, where have you been? And why was your phone off?�

Advancing on the general turned student, she put her hands on her hips, her heels giving a slight height advantage over her friend.

�My phone was off because I had no use for it.� He looked around and then when his eyes came back to the blond in front of him, his eyebrows raised. �Where is Naoe? I thought you said you were going to bring him.�

Haruie, turning back to the dance floor threw back an annoyed glance at Nagahide. �I did bring him and if you had picked up your stupid cell we wouldn�t be in this mess right now.�

Nagahide, leaning his back against the railing, his elbows off the sides looked over to his friend.

�Mess? I leave you for two seconds and there�s already a mess.�

Haruie simply pointed a long, manicured, red fingernail at the crowd below and Nagahide following the movement saw Naoe as he approached Takaya and his friends, and suddenly turning toward Haruie, he shot her a confused look.

�I thought those were your intentions, Haruie. I arranged so we could all meet up here, not that I like it one bit, but I think Naoe should have some peace of mind with Takaya. Maybe I�ll start to enjoy Takaya�s company a little bit more after this.� Nagahide smirked to himself. A far off look in his eyes as he watched the dance floor with its many indiscriminate bodies. He turned to give Haruie the full sight of the only smile he was ever blessed with, the closest thing to sincerity that he could muster, although upon seeing the distressed look in her eyes he stopped short.

�Haruie?�

Shaking her head at him, she held onto the banister tighter.

�Takaya knows about Minako.�

Nagahide�s eyes widened.

�How does he kn�-

�I think he�s starting to remember.� A wistful tone strained Haruie�s usual upbeat voice and with her looking out so longingly into the crowd--maybe looking for her lost lover, Nagahide would never know--he watched a melancholic beauty transform his long time friend into something else. He smiled at her.

�Hey...� Haruie�s voice was low and a little hope filled, �...don�t you think it would be great if we were ninjas?�

�Huh?!�

Nagahide slumped against the banister and turning another baffled look on the woman beside him --with Haruie he always had plenty of these aimed her way-- he tried to salvage what little sanity and touching ceremony had passed between them. Maybe he could ignore what she had just said and still try to retain the stirring moment they had just shared.

�Don�t you think? Man, I would look great in one of those black, tight-fitting, body suits.�

Moment destroyed. Devastated. Annihilated. Wiped ou-

�I wonder if those Fuuma ninja guys would let me join. Yuh think they�d let me join?�

Haruie was taking the stereotype of dumb blond to new heights. Nagahide would have walked away if he wasn�t scared what she would do after he left the bar. Why the hell were they talking about Ninjas? He conceded with Haruie a little too much sometimes.

�Haruie...you�d have to be able to be quiet for them to want to take you. You would make a horrible ninja. Flamboyant fashion sense and cackling laughter aren�t the first traits they go for in ninjutsu.�

�Shut up!� She girlishly squealed at him and then looking back out at the dance floor where Naoe was, she sadly smiled, the moment again turning to a sad one.

�Truthfully do you think we should go down there and give Naoe some back up?�

Nagahide, hitching his glasses back up after they slipped shook his head. It was actually nice to know Takaya was starting to remember. It made him feel much better about Naoe going down there, because at least the older man could confront the boy and not have to explain himself. Maybe Takaya would start remembering how he treated Naoe, maybe he�d remember some of his feelings, maybe Takaya would be given some torment to ease Naoe�s burden.

Nagahide slowly shook his head, a pitiful smirk crossing his face as he continued to watch the ignorant mass of people on the dance floor side by side with Haruie.

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A/N: Okay Takaya�s brother, Ujiteru, his right hand man, I can�t remember his name. He was a ninja, right? Looked like it. The one with the black hair and black clothing. He was good looking. Okay all the guys in MOB are good looking. Anyway just so the ninja thing wasn�t so out of the blue, I tied it back with the Fuuma clan. God, I�m hopeless, just as hopeless as Haruie. Please ignore my stupidity for this chapter. I also make Lord Kagetora out to be a real bastard in this chapter, but I guess I'm taking out my frustration on him for how the series ended. This is also seen through Nagahide and Haruie's perspective, so I'm guessing them being friends with Naoe, it has to hurt them to see Naoe go through all this.
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