Earth's Eclipse cpt 5

Marcus sat alone in the kitchen, the light from the nearby stove being the only illumination in the room. The little cooking clock that was built into the stove bore the time of two a.m. He wished it was that time. Unfortunately, it was an hour behind. He sat at the small dinner table, reading one of Bunny’s mangas she had loaned him. He had already read it a thousand times, but it was better than thinking about what was keeping him up. It was better than thinking about her...

He sighed. How could his mind like torturing him so much. Taunting him with visions of an un-attainable angel? Of a girl that could possibly not exist? He had gone to bed early in hopes of actually getting some sleep before school. But he had just been presented with a new dream that night and he was trying desperately to get it out of his head.

There had been a garden... plants with the colors of deep jade, lavender and silver. Strange and exotic flowers bloomed everywhere around him. He swore he could even smell them. He was dressed in an odd suit that’s base was white with silver and gold accents. He could feel a cloak resting on his shoulders. He made his way through the garden and found her sitting on a wooden bench. She sat examining a dark violet flower her head tilted downward from view, her golden locks cascading to pool in the lap of her gossamer gown. She was always in the same white dress. Her hair was always in those odd buns that somehow looked graceful on her.

She looked up at him, as if she had sensed him some way, though he had made no noise. A smile broke across her face that melted every fiber of resistance in his being. Even if he had wanted to fight it, he never would have won. That one smile made him fall in love with her all over again. She called out a name he did not recognize as his own, but she ran towards him nonetheless. He caught her in an embrace, surprised and pleased all at once to be holding her in his arms.

"You came," She smiled at him.

"Of course," He replied. "I wanted to-"

"Shh," She scolded, placing a finger on his lips. "That can wait for a moment. There’s something else I need to do first."

He was about to ask her what when she pressed her lips against his.

This was the first dream to ever contain this action. He tried to hold himself back, but his control lasted for about two seconds. The taste of her on his lips was too much. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and devoured her, drinking in the elixir of her mouth. She moaned and pressed against him, and he let out a hoarse groan in response, trying to hold back his sounds of need and thoughts of frustration...

Suddenly he bolted awake. He was unsure what had awoken him. Part of him was grateful, the other part was furious. He panted, sweat dripping down him.

That had been about four hours ago and he had yet to work up the nerve to try and go back to sleep. God, he could still taste her. He could still feel her pressed up against him. He sighed for the fiftieth time that night, wishing he could go back to sleep.

"Marcus?"

He turned halfway in the chair to look at the voice that had called out to him from the doorway. Bunny stood in the archway of the kitchen, clad in an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers she had rolled twice over at the waist. The items used to belong to Marcus, but he gave them to her after he realized she didn’t really have any pajamas. Her hair was slightly messy, as if she had been tossing and turning, and she looked exhausted. "What are you doing up?" He asked her.

"I should be asking you that," She replied in a sleepy tone as she pulled out a chair at the table and sat down next to him. She examined the book he was reading and looked at him for a moment. "You know, reading mangas at two in the morning might be the reason you are falling asleep in class."

"It’s actually three."

She sighed dramatically despite her tiredness and snatched the book from him. "Even worse. Tell me," She looked at him intently, her green eyes focused on his face. "Why are you awake?"

He stared back at her for a moment, wondering why she was so concerned for him. Standing casually from his chair he stretched lazily, taking his time to flex his arms and legs outward. "Why don’t we talk about this in the living room instead of here? This chair is starting to kill me."

"Okay," She nodded and followed him out. They settled on the well-worn, overstuffed sofa and faced one another, Marcus with one leg tucked behind the other that hung off the couch onto the floor, Bunny sitting cross-legged. "Come on, now talk," She pried, placing a hand in a kind fashion on his knee.

Normally he would have blushed, but recently things had been becoming... more friendly between them for lack of better words. Things had been different since that day they went clubbing with Essence. Sometimes he thought maybe he mistaken her actions for something more than friendship, and other times, just the way she looked at him, he was sure there had to be something mutual between them. "Would you please tell me why you are awake first?" He finally asked her.

"I guess," She muttered awkwardly. "It’s not the first time actually that I have been up this late. Tonight though, I have been up for quite a few hours. You see, I have been having dreams-"

"Dreams?" He interrupted her sharply.

She blushed as if appearing embarrassed. "Yes. Silly, pointless dreams that could hold no reality whatsoever. I know they could never be true, and yet," She sighed in frustration. "They feel like they are part of me. Part of my..."

"... destiny." He finished for her.

She simply nodded in response.

"Bunny, may I ask what your dreams are about?"

Bunny giggled at him. "I told you Marcus. They were silly," She replied nervously.

Marcus reached out and placed his hand over hers, feeling how it trembled where it rested on his leg. "I need to know."

He watched as an unsteady breath passed between her lips. "I was in a palace, in the palace’s garden to be precise. It was huge, full of odd flowers of all colors and brilliant green leaves everywhere. I was sitting on a bench examining a flower when suddenly I felt a presence and I looked up..." She glanced at him to get his reaction.

He was too shocked at the moment to say anything, so he simply let her continue.

"A man in an odd suit with silver hair stood in front of me. I jumped up and greeted him, and told him I was happy he came. I then-"

"You kissed him."

She looked at him oddly. "Yes, I did. How did you know this?"

"The flower you were looking at was a violet color. You had on a white dress. You ran up and kissed him," He said softly.

"Marcus, you’re scaring me," She moved as if to get off the couch but he quickly grabbed her by the hand.

"Bunny, I had the same dream."

She sat back down, and shook her head at him. "That is impossible."

"How is that so impossible? There have been coincidences before."

"But... but we just couldn’t have. We just..." She sighed and leaned forward, resting her head on his chest.

Not realizing it, he reached up and ran a hand through her hair, trying to comfort her. It felt good having her close, it felt right. Essence may think of him as a little kid she would never touch, but he could feel Bunny didn’t have thoughts about him like that.

"It’s impossible," She muttered, trying to ignore the thoughts in her head. She looked up as she felt Marcus shaking underneath her. What she saw made her scowl in aggravation and hit him lightly in the arm. "Why are you laughing?"

"I’m sorry Bunny. You just seem so narrow-minded, so closed off to possibilities. I never figured you for being such a skeptic."

"Oh god, stop. You sound like you’re comparing me to that Scully girl off that one show you watch."

He tried his hardest to look slightly offended. "And what is so wrong with Scully?"

"Um... let’s not get started on this path of discussion, because it will come to you trying to talk trash about my ‘one true love?" She said in a teasing tone.

Marcus knew whom she was referring to was none other than David Duchovny. Essence and Bunny watched X-Files with him every night just to drool over the man who potrayed Fox Mulder. "Anyways, let’s get back to the dreams-"

The uncomfortable look crossed her face again with the mention of their 'coincidence' and she stood up off the couch quickly. "You know, I’m gonna try and go back to sleep."

"Wait," Marcus jumped off the couch and grabbed her hand once more, spinning her back around into him closely.

She gasped, caught off guard as his hands settled on her waist. She looked up at him, several emotions passing through her eyes. Uncertainly, she rested the palms of her hands on his chest. "I still think it’s impossible," She whispered.

He was lost in the color her eyes had taken on. They almost looked like his favorite crayola color: Blue-Green. "Anything’s possible," He murmured, his voice turning rougher unconsciously.

A handful of seconds passed, staring into each other’s eyes. "Marcus," She finally said after what felt like an eternity to them both.

"Yes?" He suddenly felt himself being pulled closer to her.

"I-I-" The words died in her throat. Her eyes slipped shut as she pressed her lips against his.

Thank you God! Some part of his mind screamed as he pressed his lips firmly up against hers in acceptance. It was about the last rational thought he had for the duration of the embrace.

Images started to pass through his mind, all blindingly fast, yet incredibly slow at the same time. Places, people, battles, but over and over one face. One person. Smiling. Laughing. Crying.

Bunny couldn’t decipher it all. It was all going by so quickly, but every detail of it stood out so vividly. The palace. Fights. Comrades. Him. Over and over, him. Whispering. Grinning. His eyes filled with angry tears. Then a sensation overtook her.

What felt like a shockwave of energy surged forth, pushing the two apart with a flash of light. Marcus opened his eyes to see Bunny looking back at him. With blue eyes. With blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. As he tried to absorb it all, one simple word slipped from his lips. "Serenity."

She looked at Marcus, confused that he had said that name, and then she really looked at him. Stormy blue eyes. Dull silver hair... and suddenly it clicked. She said the name of the man that had been inhabiting her dreams. "Fane."

He felt it. He felt the energy, he felt her within it. She was flooding all his senses with her power. But what was...? Was that the power of someone else with her? Where was she? He tried to open himself fully to the power, but just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. He let out a sound of frustration. A handful of seconds only gave him a chance to interpret what general direction she was in. "Usako," He sighed. "I will find you."

She felt it too. She sat upright in the bed, feeling the energy as it passed through her. What is that? She thought frantically as she tried to understand what was happening. As soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. "I have no clue what that was," She muttered to herself as she laid back down uneasily in her bed. She pushed a strand of her red hair behind her ear as she closed her eyes. "But I know that I don’t like it."