Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Dreamless Love ❯ Déjà Vu ( Chapter 3 )

 

Dreamless Love

Chapter 3

By: Life the Fay

 

 

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Weeks had gone by since Seiji appeared on Touma's birthday, surprising the Mashos and Troopers. And since that time, the blonde had remained by the blue haired man's side as Seiji had promised Kayura. During these weeks of coping with one another, both had become close.

 

Classes were over for the remainder of the day. No student's reminded as Touma sat at his desk, trying to conclude grading all of the papers cluttered on his desk. This was one thing he didn't like…the homework he received. Although this one of the worst parts about being a teacher, he just couldn't help but grin. Images of blonde hair and violet eyes kept appearing in his mind. Ever since Seiji had walked into his life mysteriously, he just couldn't help but feel content with life. No longer was he miserable living. Even the students had noticed his lightheartedness as of late.

 

He felt some what uncomfortable yet at ease to be attractive the blonde. He was for one handsome and also had saved his life. Not only that but he had become a wonderful confidant-especially since Kayura had left days after his birthday to further her knowledge of their newest rival. He could he have a casual conversation but could also pour out his heart and soul without fearing someone reporting that you were a threat to the country or insane.

 

So distracted with his grading and daydreaming did he not notice the blonde of this thinking standing right in front of him. Seiji didn't want to mess this moment up so je remained silent, taking in the beauty before him. For a moment, it seemed like it was years ago when he would pick Touma up after work. Well…at least for a moment that is.

 

“Hey, Touma, wanna hand out this weekend-oh! Hey, Seiji!” Shu barged in, alerting Touma of his surroundings and Seiji's presence.

 

Flabbergasted, Touma moved his eyes from Seiji to Shu slowly. “I-wha? I'm sorry Shu; I didn't get what you said?”

 

Shu rolled his eyes. “Dang Touma-san, you need to get your ears checked. I said are you doing anything this weekend, cause Shin wanted me to invite you to do something with us.”

 

“Um…I don't think so. Seiji and I don't have any plans. What do you want to do?” Touma asked before stopping Shu. “And don't you dare say swimming or anywhere near a water park. Last time I went with you to one of those places, I nearly drowned!”

 

“Damn-that's what I so wanted to swim though Touma-san!” Shu exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “Well, actually, we haven't made any plans yet but I just thought I'd give you a heads up. I'll call you tonight and see what Shin is cooking up. Now, I'd hate to leave in such a rush but Shin will kill me if I'm late again for my night to cook!”

 

Touma chuckled. “Alright. See ya Shu!” Watching the warrior of Kongo leave, Touma turned to look at Seiji, smiling, feeling really foolish for his daydreaming just moments ago.

 

“So, are you ready to go home?” Seiji asked, helping Touma gather his papers to put into his backpack.

 

`Home,' Touma thought. `Why does it feel like I've heard that same exact word from him before…why does loving him feel like home? WAIT, LOVE? Wow Touma, you're going way too far with this. You just meet this guy weeks ago. We barely know each other-right? If that's so then…why do I feel like he knows me from the inside-out?'

 

“Touma-chan, are you alright? Do you need to sit down?” Seiji questioned, resting his hand on the other man's shoulder, returning Touma to reality.

 

The blue haired man blushed, pushing Seiji's hand from his shoulder. The touch sent chills up his spine. He smiled sheepishly at the blonde. “I'm fine Seiji. I just spaced out for a moment. I can't believe it has been only a few weeks since you came and Kayura left. I feel like I have known you for years.”

 

Seiji smiled back, although he could feel a sharp pain. He hated it when Touma made comments like that. `Dammit Touma…we have know each other for years. I knew you when you started high school. We fought side by side against Arago! Why can't you remember that?' he thought bitterly, walking out to the car with Touma. Seiji opened the trunk, placing Touma's backpack into it. He winced, hearing the passenger door slam close.

 

The blonde could see signs of Touma getting frustrated and he took it to be signs of the blue haired man remembering things. Seiji knew he was pushing it with using certain phrases and actions around the blue haired man. He sighed, sitting in the driver's seat. He turned to stare at the other who stared out the window. Touma's reflection showed that he was in deep thought.

 

“So since it's your weekend, do you want to go out to eat tonight? Maybe even see a movie or something,” Seiji asked.

 

“Yeah…that would be nice,” Touma muttered, still lost in thought.

 

The car grew quiet, as they went through the traffic. Touma sighed, succumbing to his thoughts. “Seiji, do you believe in déjà vu?”

 

“Nani?” bewildered, Seiji turned to look at Touma's inquiring face.

 

“You know, déjà vu- remembering something when it has only happened the first time,” Touma added.

 

Seiji turned back to the road. “It depends…the battles I have fought; I remember feeling like I did things a certain way constantly yet it was the first time I had done it. I think most of it had to do with the spirit of Kourin within the armor directing me.”

 

Touma nodded. “What if it didn't have to do with fight? What if it was common everyday things like you driving me to a restaurant, or maybe you saying something to me? Things like that.”

 

The blonde cringed. `If only it was déjà vu Touma for your sake or my own at,” he thought cynically. “No, Touma, I have never dealt with déjà vu in that sense.”

 

“Oh…okay then,” Touma whispered. He looked around the decent interior of his car as if he had never looked at it before. His eyes shifted on the blonde. He was truly a sight. Pale skin, violet eyes, blonde hair, tall and muscular-who wouldn't want that in a man? A slight glint of the sun caught his eye, bring his attention to the pale long slender hands. His eyes widened.

 

“Seiji, are you married?”

 

If the blonde hadn't been halted ata stop sign already, he would of surely ran into something, ruining Touma's car and maybe paying for the hospital bill for the two of them. So many thoughts ran through his mind but only one intellectual word slipped out of his lips. “Huh?”

 

“You're wearing a wedding band on your finger. Are you married? Why didn't you tell me this before? Who's the lucky girl that won the head of Date, Seiji?” Touma asked jokingly, trying to hide the stinging pain. `Why do I feel like my heat is being torn into pieces?'

 

The car went dead silent, both rapidly thinking of what to say to the other. Finally after what seemed like perpetually silent, Seiji cleared his throat. The sound seemed to echo throughout the interior of the car, releasing Touma of his thoughts.

 

“I can't really say I was legally married. We had a ceremony that was a symbol of our eternal love for one another. We just wanted to express it to the people we loved, like other couples do at their weddings only…there were forces that wouldn't allow us to it legally. To us however, it was the real thing. Our love was all that mattered to us.”

 

Touma nodded. “So how long were you two together?”

 

“Five years we were together…five wonderful years. I had to leave him however for the past two years.”

 

“Why? If you loved him, why didn't you stay by his side?”

 

Seiji looked over to the blue haired man. He had missed Touma's never ending questionnaires. “I left him not because I didn't love him but because I did. Someone was trying to harm him and I reacted in a way to protect him. From there, I vanished. As far as I am concerned, he believes that I am dead. I don't even know if he still loves me.”

 

“Of course he does!” Touma projected, startling the blonde. “How can he not love you still? You risked your own life to save his! And if he thinks you're dead then you need to get on his doorstep and to make him see that you are alive and well!”

 

Seiji chuckled. “Oh Touma-chan, you are just as reckless as you use to be. Does it not frighten you that the love of my life is another man?”

 

Touma blinked, a wave of images and sounds floating into his head. `Touma-chan, where have I heard that name before? Every time he says it, I keep seeing these images…no memories that I feel like I should know. They aren't Tenku's…they just can't be. They have to be my own.'

 

“Touma, are you there?”

 

“Oh sorry Seiji, I must have spaced out,” Touma blushed, looking back out the window. “No, you loving another man does not frighten me. Love I believe is a rare thing to find. Once you love someone and they love you equally the same then you must grasp it whether they are of the opposite or same gender. As long as I am loved by someone and I love them then it doesn't matter to me about anything else.”

 

Seiji smiled sadly. `That was the same answer you gave me years ago when we were only kids. Its funny how you still have that same opinion.'

 

Touma shifted in his seat, slightly uneasy of the quiet atmosphere. The blonde's voice seem to have a sad undertone to it while he explained about his past relationship. The archer couldn't help but feel poignant about the love story. `Maybe it is better to not love then to love at all.'

 

“Are you ready to eat?” Seiji asked, pulling into the parking space. Touma stared into the violet eyes, still seeing traces of a deep sadness in them. He mentally kicked himself, stepping out of the car, following the blonde inside. `You baka! When will you learn to just drop the subject?'

 

 

~*~*~*~

 

In the Nether Realm, Kayura paced the basement floor, thinking over the appalling news Yami had reported of days ago. She had thought over every detail to the plan. Stopping where the other three sat, she looked down. “Are you sure of this Anubis? If you are joking then speak now or you may feel my wrath upon you and you will never see another millennium.”

 

“This I am sure of Kayura. Yume has blocked all our ways of overriding me. He has taken over the Nether Realm from the inside out,” Anubis answered irritably. “Soon he will be able to break the seals we have put on this door. From there, I believe you can imagine on your own.”

 

She cried out in frustration, slamming her fist into the wall, leaving the once undivided stone wall cracked. She shake her hand, leaving a mental note not to hit a stone wall in anger again. “Is there no way to warn the Troopers of this invasion? Can we not warn them until they are at their own doorsteps?”

 

“I have been trying to reach at least one of them. Yume has found a way to detach our communication with the Troopers. They don't even feel a nudge in the mind-link,” Rajura replied, meditating.

 

“Dammit! I should have known this was a trap!” Kayura yelled, dropping to the floor in frustration. “They barge in here and take us to the dudgeons. They'll torture us until we concede in famine, thirst and in exhaustion. From there they'll take advantage of what we know and use our remaining strength and bodies against the Troopers. Just like Arago did.”

 

The three Mashos looked at each other, and then to the young woman. They feared the same thing she did. Nazza moved to sit next to her, comforting her in her frazzled state. “Kayura, it's alright. We will get out of this before it all is the end.”

 

She snorted, glaring at the green haired man. “Yeah…sure when we're dying we will get to feel the last remains pain while we are ourselves again,” she muttered sarcastically.

 

“Well…that's not exactly how we were thinking of it. How we think more on the lines of a plan that will help us to escape?”

 

She shot up from leaning on Nazza, no longer dwelling on the miserable life she was seeing before her eyes. There was still hope, or so she thought by the phrase she heard the Doku warrior say. “What are you thinking Nazza? Anything is you can think of to help us or the Troopers is dibs.”

 

The four cornered immortals grew closer together whispering to one another of the plan that Nazza had came up with only seconds ago. With the details in line, Kayura smiled joyfully, looking at the three. “Shit…this might just work after all.”

 

~*~*~*~

 

 

Touma sat on his bed, feeling lonely and angry at himself. He missed Kayura and her company more than he wanted to admit. He thought it was strange he had yet heard from here while she was in the Nether Realm but decided not to stress about it. `She's just really busy right now. I just hope she is alright wherever she is.' He persuaded himself over and over again. He was also upset that he had hurt Seiji later on in that evening.

 

`But dammit, I still want answers from him!' he pointed out. `Everything about him just doesn't seem right. There's something that I'm missing? What is it that I am missing? I know he knows the answer to that question. I just do!' Thinking about the way to word his thoughts out loud, he stumble next to the guest room where Seiji stayed at, knocking lightly on the wooden doorway.

 

“Come in Touma,” Seiji muffled from inside the room.

 

Touma complied, sitting on the bed next to the blonde who lay on the bed, reading a kendo magazine. Touma shifted uncomfortably, regretting on coming in. he didn't want to talk anymore but the words came out suddenly to his surprise. “Seiji…I'm sorry for earlier this evening. It's really none of my business about your life. I was just shocked to hear that you had a past relationship. It's not like I have a relationship of my own so I shouldn't criticize you for your choices on yours,” he apologized quietly.

 

He turned his gaze to the blonde who remained reading. The archer sighed, moving over to the window, deciding to observe the city at night rather than Seiji himself. “You see Seiji; lately I have been trying to put this puzzle together inside of me. It seems like the day you came into this house, I have found this empty piece inside of me trying to break out. I have seen things…things that I know are my past but I do not remember…or at least not remember it the way I see it now. There are times when the pieces are so vividly clear and then times when they are covered in fog,” he turned his shifted his gaze uneasily, seeing the blonde had closed the magazine.

 

“For the past two years I have had dreams about a blonde haired man with pale violet eyes that bore a green armor similar to my own. There are times where we have fought together side by side and then times where we would just sit and talk. I have always been intrigued by him. Never did I know who he was until the night before my birthday. We were fighting an evil I had never fought before and he pushed me aside, protecting me from something I knew nothing of. He proclaimed his love for me and then vanished. That night, I don't know how but I knew his name and screamed it out-Seiji.”

 

“And now here you sit in my presense with blonde hair and pale violet eyes bearing an armor of green similar to my own. Lastly, you have the man of my dreams name. Seiji, who are you exactly? Why am I seeing memories that contradict the ones I have known for so long? What is it that I am missing that only you can answer for me or am I just dealing with déjà vu like I had asked this afternoon?”

 

“No,” Seiji interrupted, rendering Touma speechless from his monologue. He stared into the midnight blue eyes he adored dearly. “It is not déjà vu Touma. It is far more complicating than that.”

 

“Than what is it?” frustrated, Touma asked. “I know you but I have never met you until two weeks ago other than the dreams I have for the past two years. Doesn't that go with the concept of déjà vu?”

 

“And again I say it is not that. It is your memory slowly returning to you.”

 

“My memory is fine…it's only confused by your presence.”

 

“Dammit Touma no it is not!” Seiji growled, stopping the blue haired man's debate. Pulling his hair back, he gave up avoiding the truth like he had promised to do. “Two years ago there was a battle in the dream realm. Shin, Shu, Ryo, and you made it out however I was left behind. The enemy originally wanted you for a reason I do not know of, but I wouldn't let them have you. So instead, I took your place unexpectant. I remained in the dream realm and you never knew where I went. Unable to handle the burden you built inside of you for losing me, you found a way to erase everything about me from your memory with the help of Tenku.”

 

Touma inhaled air, seeming to forget to breathe during Seiji's revelation. “Why? Why didn't I know of this?”

 

“Kayura feared if you were to remember me, something bad would happen however, it seems your subconscious wasn't damaged by the memory erase sine you were able to see me in your dreams.”

 

The room seemed to grow cold, causing Touma to shiver. Seiji grabbed the small throw blanket from the bed, wrapping it around the archer. The other took it willingly, not saying a word.

 

For what seemed like hours, Touma finally looked up at Seiji. Once focused blue eyes were filled with uncertainty and bewilderment. “So you are telling me that I did know you before, but I forced myself to forget about you? I couldn't handle you being gone and I blamed myself for it.”

 

“Yeah…that's what I seem to get out of it all. I did not know all of this until Kayura told me while you rested the day after your birthday,” Seiji confirmed, leaning over to grab Touma's hand. Blue eyes meet violet. “I want to tell you more but like Kayura said before, it may hurt you to remember. I have already told you too much.”

 

“Will you tell me the rest later then-that is when I am able to handle it?” Touma persisted, not wanting this to be the end to his answers.

 

“Yes, I will tell you later when you can handle it,” Seiji stated, smiling.

“Promise?”

 

“I promise. Now you better go to sleep. We have a long weekend ahead of us.”

 

Touma yawned, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah…I am feeling a bit tired. Good night Seiji.”

 

“Good night Touma-chan.”

 

 

~*~*~*~

 

 

Ryo roamed the foggy grounds, confused by his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was laying in his bed, staring into the pitch blackness of where the ceiling was. He scanned the area, feeling awkward and also relieved that he was the only one around.

 

“Rekka no Ryo.”

 

Ryo jumped back, standing in a defensive stance. “Who's there?”

 

Kayura came out of the fog, dressed in the traditional robes of Kaos. Ryo relaxed at the sight of her, bowing in respect.

 

“Ryo…it is time to wear the Rekka armor and fight once more. Danger is near,” She said, her voice echoing around the misty air. Her gaze moved from Ryo to the side of her.

 

Ryo followed her example, surprised to see Rekka standing before him. Not just he armor but the first bearer in the armor, weapon drawn. He had had dreams with Kayura and Rekka in them, but something from this dream caused him to be anxious of their presence. “Kayura, what's going on?”

 

The woman smiled, watching Rekka draw his sword, following in suit. She no longer wore the ancient clothing but that of her old clothing when she worked for Arago. “Draw your sword Ryo no Rekka. It is time.”

 

::Guys can you hear me? I need some help here!:: he shouted through the mind link.

 

Kayura chuckled, disturbing Ryo. Her light soprano laugh held a deeper tone to it. Her shape began to change until a man stood in her place with ebony hair and gold eyes. “I don't believe the Troopers can't help you here. Only you can help yourself,” the man commented, grinning defiantly. “Why do you just stand there Rekka no Ryo? Draw your sword and fight.”

 

Ryo looked down, surprised to see a sharpened katana in his hand. He looked up, confused by all the sudden changes happening. `Well, one thing for sure this isn't a dream. This is a nightmare!'

 

 

~*~*~*~

 

 

Shu grumbled, rolling over to grab the phone. “This better be good if you dared to call at one in the damn morning.”

 

On the other end, someone muffled a sob. “Shu, is that you? It's Nausti.”

 

“Shit, I'm sorry Nausti. I thought you were some prank caller,” Shu apologized, feeling like crap for the greeting he had given her.

 

Nausti faked a laugh. “That should teach you now shouldn't it?” She sniffed, making Shu realized the seriousness of the call. “I called because I need you two to get to the mansion as fast as you can.”

 

Shin rolled over in the bed, his eyes staring sleepily into Shu's eyes. “Shu, who's on the phone?”

 

“It's Nausti. She wants us at here house ASAP,” Shu answered quietly, still listening to Nausti.

 

Shin raised an eyebrow. “Why this early in the morning?”

 

Shu scratched his head. “Nausti, Shin wants to know why you want us at your house now.”

 

She paused, making the larger man fear she had hung up the phone. After a few minutes she staggered a tear filled sigh. “Ryo's in trouble.”

 

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Well, Chapter three is now finished. Sorry it took so long. I've been a bit busy with life itself. Plus, a fellow distracted me with starting another story. It took me awhile to refocus back on this one.

 

So how did you like it? What is Touma remembering exactly? Is Seiji going to telling everything to Touma? Where are Kayura and the Mashos? What's going to happen to them? What is there `plan' of survival that just might work? What's wrong with Ryo now? Find out in the next edition coming up soon. Remember, give me a review if you want me to continue please!