Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful Romiko Takahashi and her licensees (Viz Communications in North America). And the work of the Barenaked Ladies band. This work is strictly for the non-profit enjoyment of fans. No copyright infringement is intended. Chapter 4: When you dream…. by RJ Kayko tossed and turned in the futon Kasumi made for in Akane’s room. She laid in between sleep and consciousness. She could feel them. She could feel their cries of help. She couldn’t do anything. "I’m here, I’m coming to help you!" she wanted to yell, but her mouth made no sound when opened. She sat up in her bed with a tear stained face. The room was dark and the only light was the moonlight that came from the window. Kayko looked around and saw Akane was asleep in her bed. She got up, she didn’t feel like going back to sleep. Ranma couldn’t sleep with all the noise coming from his father’s snoring. He was hungry, so he decided to head downstairs for a midnight snack. Kasumi’s leftovers were always good. Licking his lips he wondered back to his room. The curtains lightly sawed in the wind. It wasn’t cold, nor warm out. It was a nice night. Ranma went over to the window and looked out to the night sky. He signed and leaned up against the windowsill. Ranma closed his eyes and listened to the wind’s song, but realized it wasn’t the wind, it was someone singing softly. He sat on the windowsill and listened more closely. He could hear words to a song so soft and sweet, as if someone was singing a lullaby to a baby. He deiced to check from a higher stand. He leaped up and landed on the roof. He looked around and saw Kayko siting on the roof, singing. When you dream, what do you dream about? Do you dream about music or mathematics or planets too far for the eye? Do you dream about Jesus or quantum mechanics or angels who sing lullabies? His fontanelle pulses with lives that he's lived With memories he'll learn to ignore And when it is closed, he already knows he's forgotten all he knew before But when sleep sets in history begins But the future will win When you dream, what do you dream about? When you dream, what do you dream about? Are they color or black and white, Yiddish or English or languages not yet conceived? Are they silent or boisterous? Do you hear noises just loud enough to be perceived? When you dream, what do you dream about? When you dream, what do you dream about? Ranma walked up next to her and sat down. "hey" he said. "hi, what are you doing up?" "Couldn’t sleep. You?" "Couldn’t sleep either." "What was that you were singing?" "Oh.....that? That was song I heard in North America, by a band called The Barenaked Ladies." Oh......are they really a band of naked ladies?" Ranma asked seriously. She smiled and laughed softly, "No Ranma, just a group of guys that are clothed." "Oh." They both sat silent for a few minutes. "I can hear their cries." She said softly. "Who’s cries?" "The people of my world. My people. I can feel their pain and suffering." She replied with tears falling from her eyes. "How long has this been going on?" "Every since Jacob and Pun told me who I really am. "I hear them when I'm alseep. It’s like a door was opened and I can’t close it." "How long till this guy, what was he’s name? "Vigor." "How long till he finds you?" "I’m going to say in about week. That’s usually as long as he takes." "Oh" Silence again. "Umm..... Kayko?" "Yeah" "When we first woke up and I said that I could take on anyone, what did you mean when you said ‘It was my intention?" "I meant I did it on purpose, the sleep that is. I was like a stay of rest, where your chi could be brought up to full speed and full health. I little trick Pun taught me. Comes in handy after a big fight." "It’s been a long day." He said "Yup, it has." They both sat their on the roof staring at the stars. Not saying much, but talking now and then. Mostly small talk, not worth anything but to pass the time. They sat there and saw the dark blue night sky turn purple, then shades of reds and oranges and witnessed the sun rise. To be continued...... Next chapter: The white bird cometh ******************************************************************** Authors note: Okay I know the song thing was kind of cheesy, but I really like that song, plus it’s really a good song. And like you don’t know anyone who sings songs. I do it all the time, even if I don’t know all the words. :) RJ
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