Chapter One
Falling to the plush bed in a silent heap Felicity took in a breath before she said a word. Feeling the softness of her jet black hair stroke her flushed cheeks as it billowed in the wind from the open window she closed her eyes. Figures and images danced in her eyes as she wondered for a moment, if she could ever tell him, let him know. "No" she whispered to herself as her eyes fluttered open, she wouldn't tell him now. She couldn't. Too much time had passed. Frusturated and flustered Felicity sat up sharply and pulled herself from her bed as she paced around the room while studying her darkly tanned legs that were casting a slender shadow against the floor. The stars shining through the sheer curtains turning her eyes to the night sky as she jumped at the sudden pounding of the door, "FELICITY? Are you still awake?" the american accent demanded. Sighing she hurried to the door as she pulled her robe tighter around her. Tousling her hair as if to look sleepy and tired she opened the door slightly and peered out to see Sebastian staring at her, "What are you doing in here?" he asked brushing past her and walking in. Irritantly she rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm as she pulled him off the chair, "OW Felicity" he complained. "Sebastian what are you doing in here? What do you want? It's the middle of the night, ne?" she said her eyes narrowing. "Yea, yea. But we did come to this. . .place for a vacation right? so lets go club hopping or something" he said exasperated, "I would have been happy for the usual Milan trip, but no. . .you bring us. . .to this place. .. whatever and wherever we are. . ." he said motioning his hands, "and to top it off you had to drag that ancient bed with us! We are going to be here for awhile aren't we?" he said running his fingers through his curly blonde hair. "is that all you ever do is complain? Get out. I want to go to bed OK?" she said as she pushed him out of the room, carefully not to push too hard but hard enough that he flew out the door. Shutting the door forcefully behind him as she heard his cry of dignity she turned her violet eyes towards the small box that sat on the night stand. Walking slowly over to it she knelt down on the carpet as she took it in her hands, that were to her surprise still shaking. The news had come 6 months before. She still hadn't accepted it. That's why she was here, wherever she was. To get the truth. With a shaky hand she untied the rope that held the lid to the box as she removed the lid she peered in, with the same queasy feeling, like she did when she first opened it, hearing her mother's~or her thought to be mother's voice in her mind, 'This is the truth of who you really are Felicity~~What you really are'
Staring at the small clear crystal ball with a simple blue dot in the middle she ran a carefully manicured fingernail over the surface. She remembered when she first laid eyes on the story it held for her, she couldn't stop crying, horrified, mystified. Shutting the box she tied the slender rope around it and placed it back down on the nighstand. "This can't wait" she told herself as she pulled herself up. Disrobing her night wear she slipped into her boots and trenchcoat as she grabbed her wallet and pushed aside the sheer curtains as she looked to the door to make sure Sebastian wasn't going to be barging in. Satisfied by the silence she stepped onto the sill and looked down below her. Tucking her hair behind her ears she bite her lower lip as she hopped out of the ten story window.
"GOKU" ChiChi called from the porch as her eyes searched the landscape far and wide. No sign of him. Shaking her head with impatientness and hurt she rubbed her forehead for a moment, 'Why why why' ran through her mind at lighting speed, "GOKU" she called again.
Bulma looked towards Vejita whose eyes were narrowed in a death stare. "why did we have to move so close to them? Who's idea was it?" he demanded turning his eyes to Bulma. "DONT LOOK AT ME" she protested. "Why not? It was your idea!" he accused as he stood up, "We should be closer to friends" he mimicked, "Kakarotto is NOT a friend" he snapped and looked out the window as the shrill of ChiChi's voice carried, "If someone doesn't put her out of her misery I will" he threatend his eyes blazing as his annoyance was dangerously high. Before Bulma could say another word Goten and Trunks came banging into the house and immediately stopped as they sensed Vejita's anger. As both their eyes jumped straight to his place at the window "Goten. . .I think your mother. . .er. .. may need you home" Bulma said patting the young man on his head as if he was still a budding teenager. "yea. . .I think so too" as another high pitched 'GOKU' came from the direction of their house. Smiling a goodbye to Trunks Goten raced from the door as Trunks then looked to his mother, "What are we eating for dinner?" he asked as he tip toed past his father "Dad?" Trunks questioned as Vejita's face had born a far away look on it as his eyebrows had narrowed past his usual unhappiness and towards~~recognition of something. "Vej-" Bulma began but before she could finish he was out of the window in something short of a flash as Trunks was the only one who actually traced his father bolt from his position and through the open window.
Pushing her dark hair from her face Felicity leaned her lean body against the frame of the tree as she narrowed her bright violet eyes in the dark night. A soft wind nipped her flushed cheeks as she spied a few houses. . .not too close to one another. Feeling the power radiating from the houses she titled her head to the side, 'he must be in there' she thought forlornly. Sighing and turning her bright eyes to the sky thoughts raced through her mind, 'what are you doing here?' she asked herself. Hugging herself tightly she shook her head as brief flashes and images crossed her mind. "HOW DO I KNOW YOU ARE REAL? That these are REALLY MY memories" she screamed at the images as she sunk to the ground and hung her head "How do I know they are really my memories?" she repeated
"screaming at the top of your lungs here. . Isn't always the best thing" a voice said.
In My Dreams Index
Chapter Two
