This idea came to me just on the spur of the moment.  I didn't know what it
would be until I found a way for it to become what it is.  I need lotsa
input/suggestions/C&C on this.  I know it is not clear at this point in
time.  It is supposed to be that way.  That is why it is called a teaser ^.^
....   Side note: how many projects have I started and not finished now?
*laugh*
Azusa-chan



Azusa-chan
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http://geocities.com/Tokyo/Island/8158/
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Insert standard disclaimer here. ^.^  You've heard it before.  You know how
it is.  Why do I have to be telling you this?

*****I Don't Go To Sleep To Dream*****
Prolouge/Teaser:
Nightmare

The young man tossed and turned in his sleep.  Sweat clung to his brow and
his face was painted with fear.  He cried out, screaming names he didn't
know.  He shouted pleas and curses.  He tossed and turned, causing his
blanket to be mostly on the floor.
   He cried out once more, the small cry of a child.  Then he was utterly
still.  He lay on his back, and his face looked peaceful for a brief moment.
Then suddenly, his eyes shot open.  A bright white flash came forth from his
body, the only thing visible beneath the flash the glowing red of his eyes.

The next morning, the boy sat at the table, picking at his food.  Delicately
lifting one grain of rice at a time to his lips and chewing it thoroughly
before swallowing.  His mother watched him eat and she sighed.  He looked up
at her, his eyes puffy from crying and lack of sleep, but blue as a summer's
sky.  No longer red.
   "Were you awake all night again?" she asked, her voice tense.  She turned
her back to him and pretended to be dishing up rice, though food was the
last thing on her mind.
   "Yeah," he said meekly.  He set down his chop sticks and bowl of rice.
He folded his hands in his lap and looked down, ashamed.  "It was...that
dream again," he whispered.
   "Dammit!" his mother yelled, slamming down her rice.  A few grains landed
on the counter, but she paid them no mind.  She began to pace back and
forth, mumbling, arguing with herself.  She seemed to come to a conclusion,
and she turned to her son.
   "You will have to go see the old woman," she said.  "I know you don't
want to.  I certainly don't want you to.  But...We have to prevent these
nightmares.  You are growing weak.  You never eat or sleep.  Something must
be done."
   The boy looked up, his eyes meeting his mothers.  He felt mixed emotions.
He was relieved that his mother cared for him.  He was always worried that
maybe she didn't love him. But he was also worried about meeting with the
old woman.  She was more than a little eccentric, and her granddaughter
always gave him a weird look.
   "I...I will go, Mother," he said.  He slowly stood up, wavering a little.
His mother was right; he was getting weak.  He could walk to where the old
woman was, he just wasn't sure he would make it back.
   His mother looked at him sideways.  "Yes, son.  Come back quickly."
   And so the boy set off for the Nekohanten, a boy troubled with disturbing
dreams that may or may not be real.  That seemed real, but were impossible.
   I mean, turning into a girl when splashed with cold water?  Come on.

Author's notes:
...*grin*
This idea came to me while reading a fanfic about Morrigan (from
Darkstalkers) that my friend wrote.  A dream.  Or not a dream? *smile*