Just a Dream by Nikki Kiraga [Drabble #04]
Title: Just a Dream
Author: Nikki Kiraga
Theme: Dream
Genre: Drama, Angst [AU]
Rating: T
Warnings: Death.
Word Count: 400
Summary: This couldn't be happening to her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life...
Author's Note: This fic is heavily inspired by Carrie Underwood's "Just a Dream." I do not own the song, I just love it to bits.
She took a deep breath. This was it. This was the day she was going from Ms. Kagome Higurashi to Mrs. Kagome Taishou. She did a quick check in the mirror, adjusting things as she stared.
She heard the music begin, and smiled. She took another deep breath, picked up her bouquet, and lowered her veil. The church doors opened up wide, and she began slowly walking.
Then she heard it. The trumpets from the military band. Her eyes wide, the flowers fell out of her hand. Her body came to a dead stop.
Her surroundings changed from the wonderful decorated church that was going to change her life, to an empty wood. The people who were going to be her witnesses in a wonderful day hung their heads down. She looked around to see men lined up, all holding rifles. A preacher stood at the end of the aisle, a casket in front of him.
Her dress faded away, rising up to her knees, becoming black as night. Her veil, too, shortened and blackened. She began slowly walking again, her body trembling.
“Let us bow our heads and pray. Lord, please lift his soul… and heal this hurt,” she heard the preacher say. How could she pay attention, though? That casket… she had a feeling she knew who was in it.
She turned her head slightly to see a congregation stand up, and they began singing the saddest song she had ever heard. The idiots… why would they sing something like that? It only makes people hurt more…
Then the guns rang. She flinched with every shot, but the last one… the last one felt like they had just shot her in the heart.
Her body trembling more so now than ever, she reached the casket. She carefully lifted the lid, hoping that it wasn’t him, that it was a mistake. It had to be a mistake, he was invincible. At least, that was what he told her. Her eyes then met his face. It was unmistakable… only he had those two stripes on his cheeks and the moon on his forehead.
She let the casket close, then began sobbing. “This can’t be happening to me. No, it’s not happening. This is just a dream… just a dream.”
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She woke up, sobbing into his chest. She looked up into his eyes, and frowned. “Don’t go…”
He nodded. “I won’t.”
Author: Nikki Kiraga
Theme: Dream
Genre: Drama, Angst [AU]
Rating: T
Warnings: Death.
Word Count: 400
Summary: This couldn't be happening to her. It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life...
Author's Note: This fic is heavily inspired by Carrie Underwood's "Just a Dream." I do not own the song, I just love it to bits.
She took a deep breath. This was it. This was the day she was going from Ms. Kagome Higurashi to Mrs. Kagome Taishou. She did a quick check in the mirror, adjusting things as she stared.
She heard the music begin, and smiled. She took another deep breath, picked up her bouquet, and lowered her veil. The church doors opened up wide, and she began slowly walking.
Then she heard it. The trumpets from the military band. Her eyes wide, the flowers fell out of her hand. Her body came to a dead stop.
Her surroundings changed from the wonderful decorated church that was going to change her life, to an empty wood. The people who were going to be her witnesses in a wonderful day hung their heads down. She looked around to see men lined up, all holding rifles. A preacher stood at the end of the aisle, a casket in front of him.
Her dress faded away, rising up to her knees, becoming black as night. Her veil, too, shortened and blackened. She began slowly walking again, her body trembling.
“Let us bow our heads and pray. Lord, please lift his soul… and heal this hurt,” she heard the preacher say. How could she pay attention, though? That casket… she had a feeling she knew who was in it.
She turned her head slightly to see a congregation stand up, and they began singing the saddest song she had ever heard. The idiots… why would they sing something like that? It only makes people hurt more…
Then the guns rang. She flinched with every shot, but the last one… the last one felt like they had just shot her in the heart.
Her body trembling more so now than ever, she reached the casket. She carefully lifted the lid, hoping that it wasn’t him, that it was a mistake. It had to be a mistake, he was invincible. At least, that was what he told her. Her eyes then met his face. It was unmistakable… only he had those two stripes on his cheeks and the moon on his forehead.
She let the casket close, then began sobbing. “This can’t be happening to me. No, it’s not happening. This is just a dream… just a dream.”
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She woke up, sobbing into his chest. She looked up into his eyes, and frowned. “Don’t go…”
He nodded. “I won’t.”