Dream[04]
Warnings: None, some headcanon for pre-Devil Survivor.
Dream Effects: A feeling of calm and happiness through everything, the whole way through.
There was a pause.
And then, it's his own voice that filters through.
"Do you even realise how she feels about you?"
Another pause, before:
"What?"
A sigh, and then -
"Woah, so you're Naoya's cousin!? Seriously?" This kid who he he'd been sitting next to during the entrance ceremony was Naoya's cousin?
A girl crosses her arms across her chest, looking more than just a little annoyed. "Geez, let's just go - " her next words were cut off by the screech of car tires, but Atsuro was pretty sure he caught her calling him a total weirdo.
"Man, isn't that kinda harsh, Yoohoo? I mean, you barely know me yet! But wow, I can't believe I'm in the same class as Naoya's cousin! So that's what he meant when he said that there might be someone interesting in my school, haha. W-woah... You don't need to look so mad, Yoohoo...!"
"Who are you calling Yoohoo!?"
"O-ow! I just said you didn't need to be... Y-yikes! Yuuto, help me!"
There's a huff, and she turns away - but there's a hint of a smile on her face, and that's enough to make Atsuro grin.
"D-don't think I'm thanking you, moron! Hmph... Let's go--"
"H-Hey wait!" Atsuro yells over the sudden sound of children's laughter as he chases after his friends. "How come you're mad at me and not him!? Hey...!"
"Nnngh..." The alarm clock beeps incessantly, and Atsuro spares enough energy to roll over, dropping a hand over the snooze button. Man... it's way too early to get up, he thinks with a bit of a shiver as he pulls his arm back under the covers. Too cold, too.
How late had he been up last night, anyway? Ugh, he'd rather not think about it. But geez, that problem Naoya had set him up with had been hard. And seriously, even after he'd gotten it working, it wasn't working fast enough and he'd had to do it all over again anyway.
Actually, couldn't he...
He was out of bed in a flash, muttering a bit of a curse when his feet met the cold floor but settling himself in front of the computer nonetheless. "Hrmm... maybe if it's like this..."
He was still sitting in front of the computer when he finally noticed the loud banging on his door a few hours later. "Geez, don't tell me you forgot that we were going out today, Ahoro!"
A cross looking Yuzu with her hands on her hips takes up most of the door frame, and Atsuro catches a head of blue with odd headphones behind her. "Ahahaha uhhh... I was just..."
"Just admit it, Atsuro. Make it easier on yourself."
Atsuro sighs and steps back to let them into the apartment. "Aww all right, I forgot. I got a little caught up in the code I was working on, haha..." he admitted. "Anyways, just let me change and I'll be right out! Oh, and that jacket looks good on you, Yuzu!"
As he retreats into the bedroom, he hears a:
"Really?"
"Huh? Yeah, it does."
and he can't help but smile a little, but feel a little sad nonetheless.
This is a memory:
No, perhaps it's better to say that it feels like a memory. A memory of rain, of warmth against skin, of cool dampness trickling down shirt collars. It is a memory of brief touches and lingering whispers. Of apologies.
"Sorry..." he says. "I should've..." he says. And there is a memory within the memory (or just without yet still along the edges that are blurring with every moment) of don't make her cry like that
And then there is the slamming of doors and a montage of wet peacock feathers and twirling dresses around petite heels-
"All right. Get off my roof."
"Would you like me to jump?" he asks. The stars look closer than ever, but the ground has looked far closer than it does now.
"You're supposed to ask 'how high'," she responds, and Atsuro stares.
Seriously? he thinks, but simply sighs and turns to the stairs instead.
- a montage of curry and pies and unwashed dishes. Of multicoloured wings and a not-as-familiar head of blue. Of people and smiles and not-so-happy faces but in the end -
there is something about friends that persists
and an echo of the past that bears with it a paintbrush of the future but all he sees is the flash of colours vivid whites and blacks and blues and everything else in between and red red red--
[Atsuro wakes up with panic in his chest - but it's gone almost as soon as it arises. The Dreamberry is brought in front of his face. There's a slight moment of confusion as he sees the date, but all he does is sigh and click off the feed.]
Dream Effects: A feeling of calm and happiness through everything, the whole way through.
There was a pause.
And then, it's his own voice that filters through.
"Do you even realise how she feels about you?"
Another pause, before:
"What?"
A sigh, and then -
"Woah, so you're Naoya's cousin!? Seriously?" This kid who he he'd been sitting next to during the entrance ceremony was Naoya's cousin?
A girl crosses her arms across her chest, looking more than just a little annoyed. "Geez, let's just go - " her next words were cut off by the screech of car tires, but Atsuro was pretty sure he caught her calling him a total weirdo.
"Man, isn't that kinda harsh, Yoohoo? I mean, you barely know me yet! But wow, I can't believe I'm in the same class as Naoya's cousin! So that's what he meant when he said that there might be someone interesting in my school, haha. W-woah... You don't need to look so mad, Yoohoo...!"
"Who are you calling Yoohoo!?"
"O-ow! I just said you didn't need to be... Y-yikes! Yuuto, help me!"
There's a huff, and she turns away - but there's a hint of a smile on her face, and that's enough to make Atsuro grin.
"D-don't think I'm thanking you, moron! Hmph... Let's go--"
"H-Hey wait!" Atsuro yells over the sudden sound of children's laughter as he chases after his friends. "How come you're mad at me and not him!? Hey...!"
"Nnngh..." The alarm clock beeps incessantly, and Atsuro spares enough energy to roll over, dropping a hand over the snooze button. Man... it's way too early to get up, he thinks with a bit of a shiver as he pulls his arm back under the covers. Too cold, too.
How late had he been up last night, anyway? Ugh, he'd rather not think about it. But geez, that problem Naoya had set him up with had been hard. And seriously, even after he'd gotten it working, it wasn't working fast enough and he'd had to do it all over again anyway.
Actually, couldn't he...
He was out of bed in a flash, muttering a bit of a curse when his feet met the cold floor but settling himself in front of the computer nonetheless. "Hrmm... maybe if it's like this..."
He was still sitting in front of the computer when he finally noticed the loud banging on his door a few hours later. "Geez, don't tell me you forgot that we were going out today, Ahoro!"
A cross looking Yuzu with her hands on her hips takes up most of the door frame, and Atsuro catches a head of blue with odd headphones behind her. "Ahahaha uhhh... I was just..."
"Just admit it, Atsuro. Make it easier on yourself."
Atsuro sighs and steps back to let them into the apartment. "Aww all right, I forgot. I got a little caught up in the code I was working on, haha..." he admitted. "Anyways, just let me change and I'll be right out! Oh, and that jacket looks good on you, Yuzu!"
As he retreats into the bedroom, he hears a:
"Really?"
"Huh? Yeah, it does."
and he can't help but smile a little, but feel a little sad nonetheless.
This is a memory:
No, perhaps it's better to say that it feels like a memory. A memory of rain, of warmth against skin, of cool dampness trickling down shirt collars. It is a memory of brief touches and lingering whispers. Of apologies.
"Sorry..." he says. "I should've..." he says. And there is a memory within the memory (or just without yet still along the edges that are blurring with every moment) of don't make her cry like that
And then there is the slamming of doors and a montage of wet peacock feathers and twirling dresses around petite heels-
"All right. Get off my roof."
"Would you like me to jump?" he asks. The stars look closer than ever, but the ground has looked far closer than it does now.
"You're supposed to ask 'how high'," she responds, and Atsuro stares.
Seriously? he thinks, but simply sighs and turns to the stairs instead.
- a montage of curry and pies and unwashed dishes. Of multicoloured wings and a not-as-familiar head of blue. Of people and smiles and not-so-happy faces but in the end -
there is something about friends that persists
and an echo of the past that bears with it a paintbrush of the future but all he sees is the flash of colours vivid whites and blacks and blues and everything else in between and red red red--
[Atsuro wakes up with panic in his chest - but it's gone almost as soon as it arises. The Dreamberry is brought in front of his face. There's a slight moment of confusion as he sees the date, but all he does is sigh and click off the feed.]