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diamante@gonzaga.org
Tell Me What You Dream
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Prologue
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"My God this mixing is bad!"
"YOUR God? What about MY God?"
"You know, that's getting a bit old now."
"And, what do you suggest we do about it?"
"Stop saying it."
"No, not that you idiot, the mixing..."
"Uhm...no wonder! Why are there TWO guitar tracks?"
"I put up an omni...thought I could get some ambiance..."
"Well, why did you do that?"
"Uhm...guys? Can you..."
"Because I wanted ambiance like I said!"
"Well why didn't you just do a multi-tap on the dry?"
"Because I didn't feel like it...geez, just de-amp the wet out..."
"No...just eliminate it..."
"Uhm...guys?"
"NO! I WANT to keep it there..."
"My God..."
- - -
"You're leaving next week, eh?" he said into the phone. He then
switched the phone into speaker phone mode.
"...back on the 27th, yes." was all he could hear.
"So...I hear you have someone there..." said he to the
speakerphone.
A pause was heard, and was soon followed reluctantly by, "Uh...yes
you can say that."
"Why don't you bring her over," he replied as he started peeling
off his rather sweaty socks. "You know, for the party..."
"I can't," came the rather curt reply.
With one sock on, he made his way through stacks of paper to the
microwave, reached in, pulled out a slice of pizza, and munched down
on it quite hungrily. Through bread, cheese, and sauce, he tried
to say, "Hey...I, what's wrong?" It ended up coming out of his mouth
as, "Hey...writes a song..." This exiting was unfortunately mimiced
by his very hot pizza.
Amid his shouts of pain, he heard a response, "She's busy."
Geez, is that ALL he's going to say? he thought. As he tried to
clean his foot of semi-edible stuff, he asked, "Well...what's she
like?"
- - -
"Waaaiiiitttt! You're going so fast!"
For a few fleeting moments, Usagi and Makoto were running in
tandem, but (as one would expect with both), Makoto continued running
as Usagi slowed to catch her breath.
"Come on! Hurry up, we were supposed to meet Minako-chan a minute
ago at the temple..."
"But...(gasp!)...I...(puff!)...running...(huff!)...isn't...my...
(weez!)...thing!"
- - -
Michiru peered into her cup, regarding the faint image of herself
which the tea created. Then with the tip of her spoon, she poked the
surface of the drink. She watched as the ripples produced quickly
spread to the edges of the cup, rendering her image unviewable.
The ripples deamplified, and soon, the likeness of her was again
true to Michiru's beauty. Another tap of the surface and the beauty
was lost...only to reappear in full glory.
Haruka looked over Michiru's shoulder to view this strange sequence
as it repeated no less than six times. Before the seventh iteration
could be executed, Haruka put her hand on Michiru's shoulder and asked
what she was doing. Michiru then said something to the effect of
trying to edify herself and then drank her tea.
"Pretty strong," she remarked to noone in particular.
- - -
The ocean was quite beautiful. Was; now, as most of his
companions have said, it has been polluted "..._by_ people as well as
_with_ people..." "Perhaps," he would always reply; "Define people,"
he would say. Truthfully, he didn't know, and he doubted anyone else
truly understood the concept. Oh well...just so long as...
"Hey! 'Tsup man! I've been tring to get a hold of you all day!"
He turned around to see the donor of the monologue. "Oh...hi...
uhm...er..."
As he struggled for the name, the other pressed forward: "Did ya
get the thing done?"
"Thing?" He thought for a moment and then realized, "the CD?"
"Yeah Hodge...what did you think I was talking about?"
"I don't know...not thinking I guess..."
"I expected that; oh well...I'll see ya..."
He was still trying to think of his name as he mumbled, "Yeah, you
too..." He gave up on the name and turned around to continue
regarding the sea. He listened to the sound of water slamming into
the rocks below him which were Hokkaido.
"O-Hirasawa-san?"
"Hai?" he replied quickly...
"You've been fired..."
"I know."
- - -
"When are you going to stop it with this?"
"Never, as far as I'm concerned..."
"Why don't you stop? This will kill you...I know...you know..."
"So much of a person consists of what he does in contrast to what
he is. Reaction to what he is; acting in correspondence to what he
is; acting in complete fulfillment of being. People are what they
do. I cannot eliminate what I do without removing an important part
of myself, of my soul, of my total being. I destroy myself by being
myself. I destroy myself by not being it. So, perhaps you could
tell me another way of living?"
"*sigh* Would you care to ask me if I agree with this?"
"I thought you've always wanted what was best for _us_?"
"And what about Serenity?"
"..."
"I've never seen her in...how long? But that doesn't mean that I,
we still care about her...I know he's looking for her right now...but
don't...don't you? I..."
"Of course I care...I love her with all my heart...as I do you.
But, can anyone decide which is truly more important? My own life?
The life of a people I would lay down my life for? The life of the
people which are of me and part of me? I would die for her..."
"But...would she want for you to die for her?"
"Tell me what I dream..."
"..."
"...tell me....tell me what I dream..."
"You dream of her."
"I know it. You know it. And so do a few million other people...
noone here denies the need for her. Even our enemies need her. If
for different purposes. Our world needs her...and the world need
her, and she needs to be what she is...she needs to be a savior..."
' ' ' ' ' ' ' '
From: jiro@achiral.net
Subject: Re: Fanfic
To: diamante@gonzaga.org
Date: Wed, 12 Jun 97 20:27:20 EDT
Still suffering from "hunter syndrome?" ;)
Too much of your other inspirations, not
enough Sailor Moon. Right now, it doesn't
even seem like a fanfic. When are you going
to start making a Sailor Moon fanfic?
*WHAM* Sorry, got carried away...it doesn't
have any sailor moon tone. It's only the prologue,
but I mean, no Sailor Moon tone has been
set...it seems to have a nice premis though...
send me another one...
Jiro
Chapter 1
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"Hi Usagi-chan..."
And so began yet another conversation between Usagi and her friend
Naru at the oh so popular lunch time, talking about the usual girls
stuff...boys, gossip, more boys, tests, then more boys. It got to
the point where they started assigning various ratings to the boys
that were eating outside as well.
"And," said Naru as she pointed to a person far off sitting next
to a tree, "what about him?"
"Who's he?" asked Usagi.
"What!?" Naru replied, almost shouting. "Haven't you seen the
test scores lately?"
"I don't bother..."
"You mean," said Naru, "You don't like seeing you at the end of
the list, right?"
They both laughed a little bit, then Usagi spoke up, "No, really,
what's his name?"
"That's the new number two guy here...he's always behind Ami...
and I heard him and Ami are starting to...well...you know!" she
explained. "His name is Hirasawa...ano...Usagi?"
Naru looked off into the distance and saw Usagi tip-toeing ever
closer toward the fifteen year old. "Why do I feel something wierd
is going to happen?" she muttered under her breath...
- - -
He grabbed the nearest object and shoved it into his mouth;
never mind if it was edible or not, he needed energy to supply the
fuel for what he called "dictation." His dictation was music, never
mind that he was both the creator and receiver; he liked the term.
His thoughts were off the test he took and onto his opus, his mind
alight with an oboe solo along with brass counter melodies and
strings providing...
"Hello..."
"ACK!!!" He jumped into the air and turned to meet with the
provider of the startling voice. His breath became heavy and his
heart was pounding from the shock. To say that he was disconcerted
would be a vast understatement.
Usagi took a glimpse at the many papers scattered on the grass,
and then turned her attention back to the boy, no change that, young
man in front of him. This one was all of six feet and carried around
the air of someone much older than a third year junior high school
student. It wasn't until a few seconds later that she realized that
she was staring; soon, she was blushing while she picked the
scattered papers up and placed them into the basket of his hands.
And it was then that he realized that _he_ was staring at her.
Usagi giggled for a moment, which broke him from his trance.
This, unfortunately, caused him to drop his papers at Usagi's
feet. Again.
He realized both the former and the latter blunders and blushed,
his face turning a deep burgundy as he bent down to pick up his
"dictation" off the ground...
Owwww.
That was the sound made by both as they hit their heads together
while attempting to gather the strewn paper. They both looked at
each other. Again. This time, Usagi gestured for him to do the
honor of gathering. He obligingly did so, his quiet laughter
permeating the air as he did so. He finished doing so, and soon,
both were in their upright positions again.
"Hi," proffered Usagi.
"Hi," he returned. "I'm sorry, but your name is?"
Usagi thought it was rather sophisticated the way he spoke that
phrase, or rather, he spoke it with a sophisticatedness which others
in the school did not possess. "Uhm...I'm Tsukino Usagi...What's
your name?"
She looked at him quizically and wondered why he seemed, so, so
out of it. He was looking at her in a rather strange way. She
blinked hard.
She winced in pain. What WAS that? she thought to herself...like
someone hit her in the back of the head with a rock or something.
She instinctively turned around to regard whoever was behind her.
"No one?" she said as she rubbed the back of her head. She turned
back toward the boy, who seemed to be waiting for Usagi to give him
her full attention.
He finally said, "They call me Hajime...Hirasawa Hajime." He
looked to watch and said to noone in particular, "Twelve fifty." He
then looked up at Usagi and smiled. He then quickly glanced back at
his watch and stated in semi-shout (again, to noone in particular,)
"TWELVE FIFTY!" Hajime picked up the bag which rested by the tree
and started running to the building. As he ran, he shouted back to
Usagi, "I'll see you later, tomorrow? Okay?! Bye Usagi-san!"
Usagi was left standing there, still trying to contemplate exactly
what had happened. "He isn't even that cute," she thought...
- - -
She wasn't searching; rather, she probed around, felt around
mentally within the void of the world anything that might be of use
to her or to her friends. Searching, she surmised, would imply that
she knew exactly what to look for.
She never did.
But when she finds it...she knows it is the "it" she searches
for: she is close to it now...the feeling becomes ever more present,
the image ever clearer...
The sacred fire flared for a moment, but she didn't notice it.
Her eyes shut closed and she looked at the nothingness which
permeated the void...and then the...the...eyes?
Her eyes flew open, and she lost the vision. She cursed herself
silently for her lack of discipline, and she again closed her eyes,
trying to find "it." In the vacuum of nothingness, she again saw
them...
For the smallest moment, she saw the eyes, looking at her, so
real, so clear, she could see the reflection of herself in those
deep blue eyes...suddenly another picture started to come into focus,
it came slowly, slowly unfurling itself...
"HI REI!"
...and sinking, yet again, into the depths of the intangible.
Rei turned around to meet the ever cheerful Usagi.
Usagi, for her part, saw the displeasure on Rei's face and asked
in the meekest tone possible, "Did I, er, interrupt your...er?"
Now, Rei was quite upset. "Did you HAVE to do that?" she scolded
Usagi. "Didn't Yuuichiro tell you that I was busy?"
"Uhm...no..."
At this Rei, shook her head and muttered something of negligible
value regarding him. Usagi started to say, "I'm really, _really_
sorry if I messed up your..."
Rei interrupted her and said, "No, that's okay...I'm just sort of
surprised you came first." With a smirk, she continued, "I would
have thought that you would have gotten detention...again..."
Usagi forced a quick laugh and explained, "Nope, she's in a good
mood today!" She laughed again, this time in tandem with Rei. "Oh
well...where _is_ everybody?"
Just as Rei was about to answer, Makoto and Minako came in
together, huffing and puffing as if they've just swam to China and
back. (With the way they were sweating, a swim may have been
plausible.) Usagi was happy; Rei can vent her anger on this late
twosome, she thought. But just before Rei could say so much as a
syllable, Minako-chan went right out and said, "(Huff!) Sorry we're
so late! (Puff!) There was this (Puff!) REALLY cute guy we saw
after school and, and, (Wheeze!) I just COULDN'T get away!"
"Until _I_ dragged her out of the conversation," said Makoto.
"I can't believe how she can be so set on that guy..."
"Hey! If I remember correctly, _I_ came across _you_ after school
with him before I even met him! And _I_ was the one who had to drag
you back here!"
"What?!" exclaimed Makoto. "You've got it ALL wrong!"
"Oh yeah?!" chimed Minako.
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
And in full force started a tongue fight of a length that Usagi
Rei would be proud (embarrased?) of. Both Usagi and Rei let out two
huge sighs of exasperation and wondered aloud why Minako and Makoto
were acting like such dolts.
"My, how the tables have turned..."
Rei looked up to greet the newcomer; "Hi Ami-chan," she said. "Here
to see the show?" she asked with a mild giggle.
"Not really," replied Ami, who tried her best not to look at the
scene the two were making...but she couldn't help but let out a quiet
laugh as she said, "Mako-chan? Who was that guy you were talking to
on the way here..."
Makoto immediately ceased with the tongue fight and dropped her
head to Minako, who immediately let out into a spiel of victory
statements.
Ami continued, "...because I saw Minako-chan with him earlier
while I was coming here...is he a friend of you two?"
Minako dropped her arm which was raised in victory and slumped
into a pile on the floor amid the giggling of both Rei and Usagi.
"Is it a crime to look at a cute boy?" Minako and Makoto wailed
simultaneously.
- - -
"So what do you think...five hundred CDs...do you think they'll
sell out, Hajime-chan?"
"I'm not sure, they said selling out five hundred at the beginning
is a conservative estimate; didn't they want eight hundred or around
that? Right Ya-chan? Fumi-chan?"
The one who was called Ya-chan, Mitsuda Yasunori, said, "Fumi-chan
went to the car to get something...I think..."
"Oh, okay," Hajime said. The two continued down the hallway of
the apartment complex, humming to themselves continuously the new
tune which they were working on. They turned a corner and waited for
the elevator to come. As they did so, they started talking again...
"So...how was school?" Asked Ya-chan.
"Always the father figure, aren't you?" replied Hajime with a smirk.
"I'm just interested, that's all...I like high school so far. I'm
just wondering if the junior high schoolers fare just as well."
"It's okay, I guess..." and Hajime left it that. Yasunori tried
to coax some more out of him, but Hajime merely mentioned that the
elevator has come.
As the elevator doors opened, Yasunori saw a familiar sight within
the elevator, or rather, person. "Hi Mamoru-san," he said.
- - -
While the party was talking among themselves within the apartment,
in came a young girl, probably fifteen or so, with light complexion
and dark brown hair cut just above the shoulders. One somewhat older
man, perhaps a college student, came up to her, bent down, and asked
something into her ear. She answered him in similar manner. The
girl then ran out the door. The young man, after closing the door
behind her, said, "There almost here. Get ready!"
- - -
Mamoru recognized the one on the right, the one frequently spoken
of as "Mamoru's long lost younger brother" or, even more strikingly,
"A 16 year old Mamoru." He had to agree that those descriptions were
pretty accurate, and he could do nothing except agree more and more
with them while he greeted Yasunori. Both Yasunori and Mamoru
exchanged the usual salutations.
Mamoru quickly asked, "And who is this?" referring to the boy
besides Yasunori.
Before Ya-san could introduce him, Hajime introduced himself,
taking off his thin, copper colored glasses as he did so.
As Hajime cleaned his glasses, Mamoru noticed, "My gosh, we could
all be brothers couldn't we?" Mamoru pointed out to Yasunori how
without Hajime wearing his glasses, he looked very much like Mamoru
with light brown hair. Both Ya-san and Mamoru-san laughed.
Hajime didn't know what was funny, and put back on his glasses.
The elevator doors opened. Noone came in, and no one came out.
The doors closed. As the three guys continued talking, the doors
opened yet again; again, no one came in, and none of the three moved.
Hajime stated, "Geez, I wish they could stop playing with the
elevator.
- - -
"Hey! Mike!"
"Yeah...what?"
"Hurry up! They just passed the fifth floor!"
"Alright already..."
"I mean, they just passed the sixth floor!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, but it's hard to do the letters..."
- - -
"Geez, it's going to take forever to get up to our floor..."
"Oh well," said Hajime, "Do you want to take the stairs? This
stop and go is getting somewhat annoying."
"I agree," said Mamoru.
The three exited out of the elevator car and went down the hallway
to the stairwell. As they walked on, Yasunori asked, "So,
Mamoru-san, how was the trip to California? You finally decided on
Souther Cal?"
"Oh just fine, thank you," Mamoru replied. "Pretty nice place,
the university is, I mean." He paused for effect. "The city...now
that's a somewhat different story..."
- - -
"Oh great, they've gotten out of the elevator!"
"Geez! People! It will be finished...I have enough time..."
- - -
"...and an hour later, they told me that it was a...uhm...gay
bar..."
At this, Hajime couldn't help but start laughing...it started with
a quiet giggle, then burst out into full outbreak of laughter. He
had to stop laughing or his sides would split, he felt.
Ya-san turned toward Hajime and said quite sternly, "I see nothing
funny in that,"
Trying to surpress the laughter, Hajime replied, "I'm (chuckle)
sorry, I (heh) can't help but (giggle) remember my own experience
with that...hehe..."
"Hey! You never told ME about that!" Ya-san said somewhat
defiantly.
Hajime finally interred the laughter and started on nonchalantly,
"Yes I did, remember when I used to live on DuPont Circle?"
Mamoru then came in, "Uhm...where's that? In California also?"
"No," Yasunori explained. "We met each other in Washington, D.C."
"Ah...you were born in America?" Mamoru asked inquisitively.
"Yep," replied Hajime, "I'm not even full Japanese..."
"Oh really?" said Mamoru as they exited out of the stairwell.
"You could say I'm in the _other_ category in those little
boxes..." Hajime said with a smile. "I bet you are too..."
- - -
"C'mon...almost finished...will you HURRY UP with the edges?!"
"Just this corner...I'm almost...DONE! SEE?! I _TOLD_ you I
would get it done!"
Immediately, the door opened, and who else but Hajime walked in,
who immediately asked, "What's done?" He looked around the room at
the many people. As he panned his vision across the room, he took
a look at the large banner unfurled over the apartment's dinner
table. It said in big bold characters, "Congratulations On Cutting
Your First CD: Mitsuda Yasunori, Hirasawa Hajime, and Fujii Fumiko."
Hajime looked at this banner a second time, then a third time. He
shook his head each time he read through it. He looked again at the
many people which gathered in his apartment. And started to laugh.
Again.
After a few seconds of laughter, Hajime looked back at the
doorway. Mamoru and Yasunori had finally come in...but where was
she? "Where is she?" he said to himself, and then quite audibly, he
said, "Where _is_ she?"
At that moment, who else but Fumiko ran through the door to see
the disrupted surprise (surprised?) party. She put her hand to her
face in embarrassment. She was surprised to suddenly feel her hand
being lifted off her face. She took a look at the taker of the hand,
and soon saw him bend down, lovingly embracing her. She spoke into
his ear, "Hajime...they're all watching..."
Hajime didn't care; he lifted her up high into the air, spun her
around one and a half times, brought her down to solid ground, and
kissed her lovingly for what seemed like eternity.
And when it finished, Fumiko looked up lovingly into Hajime's blue
eyes...and kissed him again. She who initially minded being watched
by so many people now did not. She didn't hear the people's
applause; she didn't see everyone staring at her and her beau as
spectators at a baseball game. When she finally released her kiss,
the two looked upon the crowd in tandem.
Hajime summed it up quite nicely, "What are you looking at! It's
our party and we say...LET'S EAT!"
And thus the dinner table was summarily sacked.