Drabblisms: Blast from the Past
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dagas_isaOnly someone familiar with both my little IDT story I wrote in high-school and the huge Axis thing I have planned out will get the significance of this. However, for these people, it might just make you squee.
Jin dreamed. Not the normal rapid-eye-movement type of dreams, but the type of dream that indicated that his unconscious had a message for him. Even as he walked through the base he'd lived in for thirteen years, he knew he was dreaming. Usually, his feet didn't move they way they were now, outside of his control.
For a place that looked like home, there was entirely too little activity going on to comfort him. No machines beeped or buzzed. No incidental sounds or scents, and when Jin tried to stretch out his hands just to see if there was anything real in his environment, his hands remained bound to his sides. No lights on but the ones that prevented someone from making a racket if they walked in there on their way to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. And these, he realized as the lights ahead of him brightened and the ones behind him dimmed, were only on for his convenience, as if he still had control of his feet.
No trace of Inori or the boys existed, and in the barest part of the gate stood one lone figure, the only point of interest in his current dreamscape. Off a bit in the distance and at the center of his view, a man maybe five years older than the boys in appearance waited, beckoning for Jin to come through his absolute stillness. His feet carried him there, until he could make out the features of the man: tall, pale hair and eyes, dark tan skin, and a haunted look about him. For all that he couldn't have been more than twenty-two, twenty-three years old, he looked like he had long suffered immortality. The sight of the man didn't distress Jin. He knew immortal people, powerful people, people who weren't really people, and he could fathom them all.
"Jin," the man said after regarding him.
The sight of the man didn't distress Jin. The sound of the voice did invoke a reaction in him, several in fact. First the instinct to run from this place, to cover his ears with his hands and wake up, and then the contrary instinct to run up to the man, and demand answers to some very important questions he'd been having since his time on the Blood Moon base rose within him, and only years of having learned to be self-restrained prevented him from doing either of those.
"Hi. I know you, don't I?" That strained question, feeling like a choke to get out even in a dream, was his only reaction to any of this.
A nod from the owner of that voice confirmed Jin's suspicions. "Yes, you are knowing of me. I am being sorry of any distress I am causing you. This is just being... a difficult time for me" When speaking in full sentences, the man hesitated, searching for words that he could barely grasp.
That, even through the traces of lingering resentment, Jin understood the feeling, if this person was who he thought this person was. "She's your wife...and Zomi was a friend, if I remember everything right. You know, before everything happened."
The tension pent up in this man visibly released when Jin acknowledged his struggle. "So you are understanding?" the voice laced with desperate hope as it asked that last question.
Jin nodded, and then quickly shook his head, unsure of whether he was sympathetic with the voice who'd been with him for so long. "Yes... I mean no. I mean, I understand why you're doing this. Why you're here. But I want to know a few things. Why me? And my feelings for Inori, are they mine...or yours?"
Just the faintest trace of a smile crossed the man's nervous face. "Some is for you to be figuring. I can be telling you that I need to watch over Inori, and it is me who needs to be doing it, but I am not being capable of much anymore, so I am needing someone to help me. And that someone is being you. But I am not controlling you. Nothing about you. I can tell you that. The rest is for your thinking."
"But that time on the Blood Moon.. you were the voice right?" Jin doubted he was wrong about that, but if this person wasn't controlling him... or claimed not to control him, he could very possibly be wrong.
The figure nodded. "I was speaking to you, you are being right about that. But you were being the person who chose not to fall. If there was a choice for falling to you, a real choice, and you were wanting it, I could not be stopping it. That should be answering your important questions."
It didn't, but then it did. "I understand. Thank you."
One more nod of acknowledgment came from the man before fading away and leaving Jin alone in this dream to murmur to himself. He thought of his many questions, the things he was so sure of, but doubted at the same time, and that voice inside him, his voice, not the voice of the man he'd been talking to whispered. "The answer is the same."
Those words woke him up.
Over and out.
Jin dreamed. Not the normal rapid-eye-movement type of dreams, but the type of dream that indicated that his unconscious had a message for him. Even as he walked through the base he'd lived in for thirteen years, he knew he was dreaming. Usually, his feet didn't move they way they were now, outside of his control.
For a place that looked like home, there was entirely too little activity going on to comfort him. No machines beeped or buzzed. No incidental sounds or scents, and when Jin tried to stretch out his hands just to see if there was anything real in his environment, his hands remained bound to his sides. No lights on but the ones that prevented someone from making a racket if they walked in there on their way to get a glass of water in the middle of the night. And these, he realized as the lights ahead of him brightened and the ones behind him dimmed, were only on for his convenience, as if he still had control of his feet.
No trace of Inori or the boys existed, and in the barest part of the gate stood one lone figure, the only point of interest in his current dreamscape. Off a bit in the distance and at the center of his view, a man maybe five years older than the boys in appearance waited, beckoning for Jin to come through his absolute stillness. His feet carried him there, until he could make out the features of the man: tall, pale hair and eyes, dark tan skin, and a haunted look about him. For all that he couldn't have been more than twenty-two, twenty-three years old, he looked like he had long suffered immortality. The sight of the man didn't distress Jin. He knew immortal people, powerful people, people who weren't really people, and he could fathom them all.
"Jin," the man said after regarding him.
The sight of the man didn't distress Jin. The sound of the voice did invoke a reaction in him, several in fact. First the instinct to run from this place, to cover his ears with his hands and wake up, and then the contrary instinct to run up to the man, and demand answers to some very important questions he'd been having since his time on the Blood Moon base rose within him, and only years of having learned to be self-restrained prevented him from doing either of those.
"Hi. I know you, don't I?" That strained question, feeling like a choke to get out even in a dream, was his only reaction to any of this.
A nod from the owner of that voice confirmed Jin's suspicions. "Yes, you are knowing of me. I am being sorry of any distress I am causing you. This is just being... a difficult time for me" When speaking in full sentences, the man hesitated, searching for words that he could barely grasp.
That, even through the traces of lingering resentment, Jin understood the feeling, if this person was who he thought this person was. "She's your wife...and Zomi was a friend, if I remember everything right. You know, before everything happened."
The tension pent up in this man visibly released when Jin acknowledged his struggle. "So you are understanding?" the voice laced with desperate hope as it asked that last question.
Jin nodded, and then quickly shook his head, unsure of whether he was sympathetic with the voice who'd been with him for so long. "Yes... I mean no. I mean, I understand why you're doing this. Why you're here. But I want to know a few things. Why me? And my feelings for Inori, are they mine...or yours?"
Just the faintest trace of a smile crossed the man's nervous face. "Some is for you to be figuring. I can be telling you that I need to watch over Inori, and it is me who needs to be doing it, but I am not being capable of much anymore, so I am needing someone to help me. And that someone is being you. But I am not controlling you. Nothing about you. I can tell you that. The rest is for your thinking."
"But that time on the Blood Moon.. you were the voice right?" Jin doubted he was wrong about that, but if this person wasn't controlling him... or claimed not to control him, he could very possibly be wrong.
The figure nodded. "I was speaking to you, you are being right about that. But you were being the person who chose not to fall. If there was a choice for falling to you, a real choice, and you were wanting it, I could not be stopping it. That should be answering your important questions."
It didn't, but then it did. "I understand. Thank you."
One more nod of acknowledgment came from the man before fading away and leaving Jin alone in this dream to murmur to himself. He thought of his many questions, the things he was so sure of, but doubted at the same time, and that voice inside him, his voice, not the voice of the man he'd been talking to whispered. "The answer is the same."
Those words woke him up.
Over and out.
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Date: 2005-09-26 06:37 pm (UTC)Darn it, now you've made me want to reread that little experience on the Blood Moon. Which, of course, I don't have. *wibbles* *snuggles Jin*
And Kagespeak! It's been so long. *snuggles him, too* He's as cute as ever. Although I think my Jin squeeing proves which one I'm still more attached to >.>
Eeee, Dagas, you're making me want to reread. Or to make you continue/rewrite whatever. *eyes* *snuggles Jin* He loves her! He knows it! *pokes him*