I would like to point out that this is a reformatted chapter 1. With a few new bits in and a few taken out.
Oh, and I don't own Girls Bravo or any of the characters. That will be all.
'Destiny'
Chapter 1: An Ominous Premonition
"Yukinari..." A soft voice spoke from somewhere in the dark.
"Yukinari... Wake up..."
Something nudged him gently on the shoulder, shaking him softly.
"Its time for breakfast Yukinari." A soft, sweet smell accompanied the soft voice.
"We do this every morning Yukinari, wake up sleepy head..."
Both of his shoulders were being shaken this time, a little more rough this time. But only a little.
"If you don't get up Yukinari, I'm gonna get in the bed with you..." The voice giggled this time.
Yukinari Sasaki shot up out of bed. "What!?"
Miharu looked fondly at him, her bright pink hair and soft, red eyes warm with the morning sun. She giggled softly.
"I just have to push the right buttons to wake you up in the mornings."
Yukinari groaned and flopped back onto the bed.
"Miharu, it's Sunday. Can't I lie in?
"You need to help me wake the others up. They're still asleep from the party last night."
"Oh man..."
Miharu watched him as he dragged himself out of bed and walked over to his wardrobe. Picking out a casual set of clothes, he glanced at Miharu as he started unbuttoning his pyjama top. "Okay, I'll be downstairs in a second."
Miharu nodded and walked out of his room. He caught a glimpse of her smile as she walked out of his room and smiled himself.
It had only been a month since he and the others had rescued her from Yukina on Seiren.
He shuddered as he remembered the events leading up to then.
It had been a day or two full of despair as he thought Miharu had gone back to Seiren forever. It still terrified him when he thought about how close he had come to losing her. It was unbearable.
He finished getting dressed. He quickly glanced at the mirror, and then walked out of his room. The smell of a clam miso soup wafted up the stairs, along with other delicious smells that made his stomach rumble.
A thought suddenly crossed his mind.
The house...was quiet.
Too quiet.
Kirie was usually calling up the stairs to him by this time. Yukina would usually wake up and burst into his room, jumping onto him.
If it was a particularly bad day, he would have Risa harassing him too.
And if the powers that be were feeling particularly vindictive, they'd send in Fukuyama, Hayate & Kosame to wind up Kirie, Tomoka & Koyomi at the same time. Which usually meant a hell of a lot of noise.
But today was quiet.
Too quiet.
An unusual smell invaded his nose, and he instantly recognised it as sake. Fukuyama's own morbidly expensive brand.
He could vaguely remember a party from the night before. He must have drunk too much.
As soon as he thought about it, his head started to pound. The hangover's effects were starting to kick in.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his door and stepped outside.
"So far so good..." He thought, cradling his aching head with one hand.
He stumbled over to Yukina's room. She actually shared her room with Miharu, which was ironic to him, seeing as how she tried to kill Miharu only a month before.
But, it was better than sleeping with Yukinari. At least, that's what the other girls thought anyway.
He poked his head in cautiously, wary of the powerful water summoner. The room was still dark, which meant Miharu had left her curtains closed.
He peeked in a little further.
Yukina was still fast asleep, one of her arms hanging off the side of the bed.
He could see the distinctive Star Marks over her arm and upper back that she was so self-conscious about.
Which suddenly reminded him that she liked to sleep naked.
He suddenly turned his eyes away.
Miharu and him had gone out and bought her a few nice clothes which she liked wearing when she was out in public.
But inside, she preferred to let it all show, which generally either annoyed Kirie, or encourage Miharu to do the same, bringing trouble on Yukinari on more than one occasion.
He closed the door softly, letting Yukina sleep a little while longer.
Making his way downstairs, he opened the door into his living room and kitchen.
"Morning."
"Morning Yukinari."
Miharu was sitting at the table, already digging in to her own breakfast. He sat down opposite her, grabbing his chopsticks and digging into the breakfast.
"You sure do know how make good food, Miharu." He popped a rice ball into is mouth.
Miharu beamed. "Thank you Yukinari."
"I'm just gonna wash my plate quickly." She walked over to the sink, swaying her hips softly, humming a familiar tune.
"Morning." A sleepy Koyomi walked into the room.
"Morning Koyomi! You slept in a while today, you okay?" Miharu said from the sink.
Koyomi yawned, rubbing her eyes softly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Still recovering from 'Fukuyama' yesterday."
She sniffed the air softly.
"Does it still smell of sake in here?"
"We must have overdid it again last night." Yukinari grimaced. He looked at Koyomi.
"How's Tomoka? She lazing in too?"
Koyomi nodded. "Yeah, she must have been completely wiped out from play fighting with Hayate. I have to say, the man might make a good father someday if he ever gets out of being Risa's bodyguard."
"I can't really see that happening. What else would he do?" Yukinari sipped from his tea.
"I dunno, he might be a bodyguard to big sister Maharu?" Miharu had finished in the kitchen. She came to join the two on the table again.
"Oh yeah. There's Maharu to think about..." Yukinari said wonderingly.
Koyomi nodded. "She's really taken with him now. The poor guy, he doesn't know what's hit him."
"Anyone home?" Kirie walked through the door into the living room.
"Morning Kirie." Miharu beamed at her.
"Hey Miharu." Kirie sat next to Yukinari. "You guys alright from yesterday?"
"Not really." Koyomi & Yukinari sighed.
Yukinari glanced over at Miharu. "However, she seems to be okay."
Miharu nodded. "I'm fine."
Kirie sighed. "She's a heavyweight drinker alright. Lucky girl." She looked down at the table. "um, Yukinari?"
"What is it?" Yukinari looked Kirie, who seemed to be a bit on edge. She fidgeted.
"I'm sorry for what happened last night." She said awkwardly. "I don't know what came over me. It just happened..."
Yukinari stared at her, baffled. Everything about last night was hazy to him.
He couldn't remember much, except that he drank a lot, Miharu drank a lot, everybody had pretty much drank a lot, thanks to Fukuyama and Lisa.
They had played a game of Mahjong, just like they had before. A few bunny outfits and nurse costumes still lay around the room, and Yukinari had a digital camera with a memory card full of provocative images of all of the girls that dressed up that night.
But then everything seemed to have gone quiet as the night was getting late. Which was right around the time Kirie had started talking to him, just chatting about random things in her drunken mood. Then she had started going on about him, and what a great guy he was.
And then, all of a sudden, she had kissed him. A deep kiss, one that lasted a while. Almost as though she had been saving it for him for a long time. A very long time. And then after the kiss was over, she had looked into his eyes and said that she loved him. And promptly fell asleep on top of him afterwards. At which point his memory fuzzed out, so he assumed his must have fallen asleep afterwards.
Yukinari blushed "um, K-Kirie... I..."
Kirie mumbled under her arms. "Listen, I was really drunk. I-I could've said anything. It just.... ugh" She sounded frustrated, and he was sure her face was probably redder then his was right about now.
"Aw, Kirie come on. It can't have been that bad." Miharu tried to comfort her, her voice soothing. However, it had the opposite effect, as both Kirie and Yukinari cringed. If Miharu found out the truth, she'd probably lose control and accidentally blow up the house.
"Yeah, she's right. Please tell us Kirie, I'm sure you're probably thinking about it too much." Koyomi unfortunately had no idea of the truth either. Kirie glanced at Yukinari, her eyes begging him for a way out of the mess she was in.
He stared back, slightly terrified, shrugging his shoulders.
"I can't... I..." She clenched her fists on the table. "I... um, I..." Her face went redder, her heart thumping madly.
"I... kissed Yukinari." She said in a voice that clearly said she was crapping herself. She buried her head in her arms.
"Miharu, I'm so sorry. It was an accident I swear. It'll never happen again..."
She looked up as she felt Miharu softly touch her on the arm. "It's alright Kirie." She smiled. "I know how you feel. It's okay."
Kirie blushed even harder .
"But Miharu..."
"I don't mind. Really.
I like Yukinari and you like Yukinari and I'm pretty sure Risa likes Yukinari too. Risa's always doing those crazy things to Yukinari, but I don't mind. I thought about this for a long time while Yukina had me trapped in Seiren.
I used to be upset when Lisa did those weird things, or when it turned out that Yukinari didn't have his girl rash anymore.
I thought that I wasn't special to him anymore.
But he said to me that it wouldn't change, whether he was allergic to girls or not. And he also told me that all the girls he knows are special to him, all in different ways." She smiled at Yukinari, who was sinking lower into his chair, as red as a beetroot.
"Is that so..." Kirie turned to look at him, a strange, and slightly creepy gleam in her eyes.
Yukinari mentally cringed. As if it wasn't crazy enough with the girls as it was. He could see life being a lot more troublesome from here on.
Koyomi looked at him, giggling softly.
"Poor Yukinari." She thought. "Maybe now is a bad time to say I like him too?" She finished her cup of tea and joined in with the girls staring at Yukinari.
He tried to lower himself even more, but the chair was going to fall back if he went any further.
"um..."
The girls were really starting to bug him.
"I'm going to go... to the bathroom." He said slowly. He got out of the chair carefully, fully aware that three pairs of eyes were staring at him hungrily.
He walked over to the door, turning the handle.
The door burst open before he could pull it open himself, slamming him in the face.
"Morning!" Yukina walked into the room, a big grin on her face. "Where's my darling Yukinari?"
A soft moan came from the floor. She turned around to see him on the floor, rubbing his nose.
"Ow..."
He was about to stand back up, when a blur of silvery hair blocked his view.
"Yukinari!"
Yukina had thrown herself on top of him. It was something she loved to do every time she saw him.
"Yukina!"
He tried to back away, but he couldn't with the girl lying on top of him. "You're n-naked!"
Yukina ignored him, nuzzling into his chest.
"I don't care. Being naked is so much better than being in tight, uncomfortable clothes. Which raises an important point. Why are you still wearing clothes?" She fiddled around with his shirt.
"Get 'em off Yukinari! I've never seen a man naked before. It's not fair you've seen me naked and not returned the favour!"
Yukinari's rash suddenly erupted.
"N-No Yukina! Not..."
"There they go again." Tomoka walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes as she took in the scene. "I'm sure glad my hormones aren't that messed up yet."
"Morning Tomoka!" Miharu smiled at the small mage. "And morning Ebi!" She nodded at the small seal like creature riding on Tomoka's head.
"Nya Nya!"
Tomoka sat down on the chair Yukinari had been sitting on. She yawned again.
"Hayate is getting his butt kicked today. I'm tired and it's all his fault!" She rubbed her eyes again.
"When did Big Brother Kazuharu and blondie say they were getting here again?"
Miharu checked the clock on the wall in the kitchen. "They should be here right about..."
Two shiny yellow blurs whipped past, spinning the occupants of the room.
"Yukinari! My darling, what is that wretched demon doing to you so early in the morning!" Risa Fukuyama knelt down next to where Yukinari was desperately trying to stop Yukina stripping him down.
"Who are you calling a demon? You're not really one to talk are you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Risa drew herself up to her full height, staring down at the seemingly frail water summoner.
"Well, you do mess with black magic, don't you?" Yukina said slyly. "My magic is pure, and uses only the power of water. Black magic is the true power of the demons. So the next time you think about calling me a demon, remember that you're the one worshipping Mabanya. Not me."
Risa growled fiercely. "You little brat. Watch me shove those words right back down your throat!" She materialized her staff into her outstretched hand and pointed it at Yukina.
"Oh yeah? I bet you will." Yukina narrowed her eyes, pointing her palm at the staff.
Pentagrams erupted on the ceiling and floor above and beneath Yukina and Yukinari.
"Yukinari!" Miharu said worriedly.
"Oh don't worry about him. I think you should be more worried about me." Fukuyama had made his way behind her, his gloved white hands poised to give Miharu's breasts a Fukuyama special.
"And now for the prize I've been waiting for."
A crazed look was in Fukuyama's eyes. But before Miharu could even turn around, there was a large crash.
"Ow..."
Fukuyama lay sprawled on the floor. Kirie was standing up, having just thrown a large water bottle at the now dazed Fukuyama.
"Oh no you're not." Kirie drew herself up to her full height. "Miharu's innocence has yet to be pervaded by you. That's Yukinari's territory right there."
She winked at Miharu.
"Right?"
Miharu nodded at her. "Right." She giggled, blushing furiously.
Kirie turned her attention back to Fukuyama. He growled as his moved himself into a sitting position.
"At least you're consistent. Your temper hasn't changed a bit"
He crossed his legs and arms, ignorant of the pulsing vein on Kirie's temple and the soft, growling noises issuing from the provoked female.
"And anyway, going back to 'Yukinari's territory'. If Puny Nari has suddenly developed a muscular physique, or magical powers or something along those lines, then he might actually have a chance of preventing me from reaching my ultimate goal in life. To claim the breasts of every girl sitting in this room, aside from my own sister, as my own." He chuckled merrily.
"Although by the looks of things..."
He glanced at Yukinari as he cowered under Yukina as the two sorceresses promptly tore apart his front room.
"That's not the case, is it Kirie?"
To his surprise, Kirie just laughed.
"Well, you may be right about that." She smiled. "But last time I checked, he had a powerful water summoner, an equally powerful black mage, Miharu, Tomoka and me on his side, who are more than capable of kicking your ass." She winked.
"He doesn't need a muscular physique, or magical powers. And anyway..." Her eyes softened momentarily. "He's a lot stronger than he looks. I've beaten him up more times than I can count, and so far he's survived, hasn't he?"
"Good point."
He glanced around at the impending chaos around him as Yukina and his sister battled it out, with Miharu, Koyomi, Tomoka, Hayate, Kosame and Yukinari taking refuge in various places.
"He's become a stronger person, I must admit." He said slowly. Kirie glanced at him, her eyes wide.
"Is he actually complimenting Yukinari? Fukuyama complimenting Yukinari!?" She thought wildly.
"Who are you and what have you done with Fukuyama?" She giggled softly. Fukuyama smiled.
"Well, it's true, isn't it? Our little Puny Nari has been through a lot, and he must have grown up somewhere along the line."
He grinned at her. "But enough about that. Now that everybody else is distracted, why don't we sneak off and enjoy the night while it's still young, hmm?" He winked suggestively.
Kirie sighed.
"And there was me thinking you actually had a few redeeming qualities."
It was a bright, sunny day on Seiren.
The Blue Forest Metropolis looked as beautiful as it always did, water abundant in all the designs of the architecture.
Towards the west of the city, the Sena Kanaka Mansion stood tall, the sunlight reflecting off the glass panels and the water flowing around it.
Inside the mansion, steam wafted from the bathtub.
Maharu Sena Kanaka was inside the bathtub, relaxing peacefully.
"I wonder what my little sister and the others are up to today?" She sighed softly. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
"Probably goofing off with each other, doing what teenagers do."
She could think up a number of ways Miharu and Yukinari could spend a beautiful day like this back on Earth.
And they all sounded pretty sleazy in her head.
"Ooh, Miharu. Out on Earth, having the time of her life, and I'm stuck here, having to take care of this old mansion."
She stood up, letting the water slide off her body. Her bright red hair sparkled in the light.
"I could always bring Hayate here. I'm sure me and him could while away the time together." She licked her lips voluptuously. "And we'll bring the others to Seiren one day, just for fun."
She grabbed a towel off the rack on the wall of the bathroom.
"Well, that's enough fun for one day. Now, I've got a legend to read up on." She groaned as she remembered that she had a large stack of papers locked away in her father's safe. She had to read through them all, as they apparently contained some important family history that her parents had only briefly mentioned to her. Something to do with a powerful water summoner that had lived a thousand years ago.
"Oh well." She yawned as she walked towards her father's study. "It'll be like reading a story, like the ones mother used to tell to me and Miharu." She stopped as she got outside the door to the study.
A memory had come back to her. It was an old memory of when she was a little girl, and when Miharu had been only a baby. She had always tried to sneak into her fathers study, just to see what was inside. Just because it was something that had never been allowed before.
She had always fantasized that there had been a time machine, or something magical inside, which was why she was never allowed inside. Something mysterious had always been an attraction to her.
However, the study was the same as any other, with a beautiful view over Seiren out of a single, large glass panel. Hundreds of books lined the walls, each with strange names, collected by generations of the Sena Kanaka family.
In the middle of one of the walls, a large safe had been placed. The safe now lay open, with the secrets of the Sena Kanaka family lying in the middle of the room on a single, large white desk, in bunches of paper and small devices.
She had yet to start actually reading any of it, or had she figured out what any of the strange devices actually did.
She sat down on the large, comfy white stool behind he desk, a mug of coffee in one hand, leaning her head in the other. With an already bored expression, she began unravelling the bunches of paper and began to read them.
"I wonder how big sister Maharu is doing?" Miharu murmured to herself.
She was sitting in Yukinari's front room again, with Yukinari, Kirie, Yukina, Koyomi and Tomoka.
Kirie was busy lecturing Yukina and Yukinari on modesty and why having a magical battle in somebody else's front room was always a bad idea.
The Fukuyama's had left some time ago, Lisa absolutely soaked from the battle with Yukina, Kazuharu with numerous bruises over his face.
Koyomi and Tomoka were watching the lecture with bemused expressions, gently sipping cups of tea.
Yukinari was protesting his innocence, as always.
It always seemed to him that nobody listened to his side of the story.
Yukina was blatantly ignoring Kirie, wrapping her arm around Yukinari's arm, which was enraging Kirie further.
"Let go of him!" She said fiercely, trying to pry Yukina's arm off Yukinari. Yukina just clung ever harder to Yukinari.
"No way." She growled. "I just beat one girl off him, I'll beat you too." Her eyes blazed fiercely as she looked up at Kirie.
Kirie took a step back, startled by Yukina's fierce expression.
"Listen. I'm not saying I'm gonna steal him away from you." She put up her hands in a weak gesture of surrender.
"At least, not any time soon." She thought mischievously, a sly grin forming in her mind's eye.
"All I'm saying is that Yukinari needs his space now and again, you know?" She put her hands on her hips, looking like a mother scolding a child. "And put some clothes on! You don't mind clothes in public, why do you suddenly not care when you're at home."
Yukina smiled slyly up at her. "When I'm home, here with Yukinari, I hate wearing anything that hides away my body. He accepted me for who I was, for what I was. Star Marks , tiny breasts, whatever. Which is why I feel free to do whatever I like when I'm around him."
"He's the only man in the world who would ever talk to me, he's the only guy who I can laugh freely around, or talk to. I also don't mind showing him my natural body, as he was the only person, Seiren or Earth, to see me for who I really was. Except that pervert Fukuyama. But even Fukuyama has a point when you think about it." A glazed look appeared in Yukina's eyes.
"Sexual desires, nudity, perverseness. It's all natural, and it's a way of life. People who love each other indulge in their own fantasy together, and ultimately, give each other their body and soul to seal the love they share together, forever."
She looked fiercely at Kirie again. "So if me and Fukuyama just show our love a little harder than others, why is it such a bad thing? True, Fukuyama does need to learn a little self-control, and maybe settle with one girl, instead of moving from one to another. But in the end, we're the same. We show our love for the opposite sex by using the ultimate form of expression."
Kirie stared at her, unable to process what she was hearing.
Since when did whatever Fukuyama said make sense to anyone? And when was him being a pervert ever a good thing!?
"But...t-that means..." Kirie had turned bright red.
Yukina's sly smile had come back to her face. "Oh yes Kirie. In this fight for Yukinari's heart, You have to play dirty. I'm willing to give myself to Yukinari, heart, soul and body." She turned to face Yukinari, who was extremely close to a nervous breakdown.
"That's right, my lover..." She leant in closer to Yukinari. "I will be yours, forever." She closed her eyes as she moved in even closer. Close enough so that Yukinari could feel her breath against his face.
Everybody in the room suddenly froze as they watched the scene unfold. Kirie glanced over to Miharu, wondering if she was reacting like the way she was. Miharu's eyes were wide, her palms in front of her mouth. The Star Mark on her forehead was flashing strangely, as though it wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Yukina... Yukinari..." Miharu looked desperately confused. She shook her head fiercely, closing her eyes.
"No!"
An explosion crashed through the front room.
Pink smoke and random pieces of food from the table went flying through the air as the occupants of the room landed in awkward places.
Yukina had been thrown on top of Yukinari, his face buried in her chest.
Kirie had been blasted off her feet and also on top of Yukinari.
Koyomi and Tomoka had both crashed into each other and lay on a dazed mess on the floor. Miharu herself had fallen off her chair and lay on the floor, her eyes crossed and dazed.
"Miharu!" Yukina yelled, unaware that she was slowly suffocating the wriggling boy underneath her. Miharu stood up, looking ashamed. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. She began fiddling with a loose strand of hair. "I just..."
Kirie slowly got up, giving Yukinari a swift moment to breath.
She knew just how Miharu felt. Well, she also wanted to beat the hell out of Yukina, but she knew that Miharu didn't want Yukina to kiss Yukinari.
Just like she didn't. Just because they wanted to be the one to kiss him instead.
But at the same, so did Yukina. They all felt the same way about Yukinari. She sighed, brushing away her hair from her eyes. Yukinari was stuck in the crossfire between the three girl's affections for him.
"Listen, Miharu." Yukina was beginning to look a little bit guilty. "I'm sorry if I upset you."
She looked up. Miharu was still fiddling with her hair, looking sad. She kept twirling her fingers around, curling the loose strands.
Suddenly, Miharu felt her hand being grabbed as Yukina pulled her into a hug.
"I'm so sorry."
She tightened her grip. "I didn't realise how much it affected everyone else."
Tears began to form at the corners of Yukina's eyes.
"Yukinari is... the first boy that I ever truly liked, and the first who ever truly appreciated me. His love means more to me than anything else in the world." She relaxed her grip on the pink-haired girl and looked into her crimson eyes. "And I'm sure the same goes for you too." She smiled.
"Yukina..." Miharu's eyes began to water, just like the girl opposite her.
Before long, both girls ended up in each others embrace, sobbing their love for the poor boy who was trying his hardest to sneak out of the room unnoticed.
Unfortunately for him, Kirie's sharp eyes caught him.
"Yukinari!"
The unfortunate boy flinched at the sound of her voice. He turned around slowly.
"I'm just going to go lie down for a while. My head really hurts, y'know?" He closed his eyes, his body begging him to jump onto his bed and sleep before it gave out.
Kirie shook her head and sighed. "Fine." She looked up and gave him a hard stare. "But you're going to have to deal with this sometime or another, Yukinari."
…
Miharu lay down on her bed, her mind far away.
Everybody else had gone to bed now, Kirie had gone home and the house was quiet.
All that she could hear was the sound of her own breathing and her thoughts arguing with each other in her mind.
She rolled over, trying to ignore the gnawing anxiety in her chest.
"It'll be... alright tomorrow..." She yawned. She finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
…
All she could see was darkness around her.
She walked forward slowly, unsure footsteps echoing around her.
"Where... am I?"
Her voice sounded very far away to her.
She walked forward some more, until she saw a small pinprick of white in the distance.
As she walked forward, the light seemed to grow bigger. Suddenly, she was enveloped by pure, white light.
"What's happening?"
She whirled around, trying to see if she could recognize anything.
All of a sudden, Yukinari was standing next to her.
"Yukinari?" Miharu tried to touch him, but her hand went right through him.
The ghost of Yukinari smiled sadly, waved goodbye to her once, and faded away.
"Yukinari!" She cried out his name.
"Yukinari!
Yukinari!"
She began walking around frantically. She stopped when she saw a ghostly image of Kirie.
"K-Kirie?" Her voice caught in her throat.
Kirie's face was contorted with rage, staring at her with loathing in her eyes.
She was dressed like a shrine maiden, but with a hint of blue instead of the normal red and white.
"Kirie... what...?" Miharu felt tears well up again. The ghost of Kirie turned to face away, fading away just like Yukinari had done.
"Kirie!"
She felt lost, upset and confused.
Why did Kirie look so angry?
And what was this strange, surreal place she was in?
Another image appeared.
It was the ghostly image of a young girl, who looked exactly like her.
Except that she had ice-blue hair instead of Miharu's pink, pale-blue eyes instead of Miharu's crimson ones, and an ice-blue star mark, just like the one Miharu had on her forehead.
Miharu took a step back.
"Who are you?"
The girl in front of her closed her eyes and shook her head. Her star mark started to glow a bright blue.
"One thousand years past and fate has chosen for history to repeat itself."
She opened her eyes, freezing Miharu to her place with an icy, cold stare.
"How far will you go, to save the one you love?" The girl closed her eyes and everything went black.
...
Miharu shot up from her sleep, breathing heavily.
A single drop of sweat ran down the side of her face, as she struggled to remember her dream.
Who was that girl who looked just like her?
And what about Yukinari and Kirie?
They were dressed strangely, and seemed different, but it looked like them.
It felt like them.
She fell back onto her pillows, her eyes wide, staring at the moonlight streaming through the window. The gnawing feeling in her chest had grown to near-panic proportions.
She closed her eyes, and tried to forget her strange dream.
As she fell asleep, she softly whispered.
"Yu...ki...na...ri..."