28 28. Rebound

I woke up with a start. My sweats sticks on my skin, like a piece of wet blanket. My heart beat fast, I was awaken from a dream. The same dream I had since I was little one.

A dream of vengeance, hatred, blood and unfairness life of a woman who had been so powerless to crush her enemies. The helpless fight that she never asked for, her enemies keep pushing her to the edge. Wanting to use her death to get what they want.

I had this recurring dream until after two years of my parents death, when I was twelve. The dream stopped. I thought I was over that mysterious dream.. today proved me wrong.

The only difference was, I saw new fragments of the dreams. It had a beautiful guy in it. It seems the woman had a husband. Though they don't seems to get along that much at first. Maybe because of the spell subservience casted on her by her enemies.

But the question remains, why did I dream about them? I could brush away all of that like I used to. Thinking that it was due to my reactive imagination or something. A dream is just a dream.

Until read one of the book inside the etag modsiw library. It caught my attention because of the dreams that keep on playing the same thing, over and over again, from the moment I could remember until I was twelve. It weight a lot in my mind and ate me for not knowing what to do about it.

'Recurring dream have a high possibility To be related to something of your past'

What past? As far as I know, I remember all my past and I'm sure as hell that I'm not some japanese girl in a japan country. I have mixed blood of I'm half asian and half european. And as far as i know, that half asian gene I got, its somewhere way on the east side, Borneo. Native and definitely doesn't have a drop of japanese blood.

Which ripping off another belief that I have. Reincarnation. I had read about its theory and other religions that taught about this notion. I'm entertained with that theory but not as much as a believer. I had my own religion, and that never teach me anything about rebirth.

So what if...

I sigh.

"Oh what the hell! Just follow the flow, shas-"

"How do you feel?" Asked the masked man, leaning on the wall near the doorway. My heart almost jump out from my chest. Since when-

"I've been standing here for the past two hours" he stare at me and how I wish I could see is face right now so I could gauged his expression.

"Are you alright?"

"I hate that stone"

He shrug weakly.

"My bad. I had forgotten about that big lump of rock. I'll make sure to remove it later"

"Did you have a nightmare?" He asked again, this time walking closer to the bed.

"Uhm.. yeah but pshh its no big deal"

"Sometimes, bad dreams can go away when you talk about it with other people"

"It's nothing I cant handle" I huffed and look away. Then I remembered something from the dream. I look at him again.

"You're real japanese?"

"Yes"

"Do you happen to know about Yuragi-sama, with peony symbol" I held my breath wishing that it was just a simple dream and there is no man named as that. If this man doesnt exist, then... i could just forget about all of that dream and move on. That's the best way to dive into this problem.

His body stiffened.

"Why do you asked?" His voice turn cold and hard.

"Does this man exist?"again I asked, but uneasiness crept into my heart. Even before he said it out loud, I already knew his answer.. that man does exist.

He was silent for a minute. His jaw moves few time, as he was clenching and unclenching it.

"He is but he is not japanese. Thats just his japanese name. He's actually a man from the west. An American"

"Is he powerful?"

"Sadly, I'm not so sure since we never met face to face before. But I assumed that he and I are on the same level, maybe"

Sh*t.

"How about.. Ryukai Izanagi?" I whispered this one in low voice,as if afraid that the mere mentioning these name that I had learned from my dream might awaken the real thing and ruin my at-least-peaceful-and-decent-life.

"Who are you and where do you learn all these name?" He was towering me over the bed, looking at me sharp. He was pissed. As if their name should never reach his ears.

I look around, feeling helpless. One weakness of having photographic memory is that, you remember as clear as a day. It become part of you.

That dream earlier.. and the way my brain process the information non stop made the scattered fragments of memories reassembled into something that made me awestruck. That made me stop and my mouth open wide. My hand shook and point at him. He was within reaching distance now.

The house. The cherry blossom. The pond. The man... beneath that mask..

"You are ryukai Izanagi"