He stumbled through the door, panicking. I'm not going to make it I'm not going to make it --
And then the sensation stopped, leaving him short. Had it all just been a nightmare? Some sort of lingering fear in his subconscious? The door to his "home" was open, at least. (Strange, to think he had a door like that. He wondered if everybody did.) He walked toward it...
...and suddenly felt something behind him. He turned, and --
Pain. Searing pain. Before he knew it, he was awake, falling out of his chair -- and hurting again as he hit his head on the floor. Ow ow ow...
The girl helping run the library put a finger up in front of her lips. Shh! Embarrassed, he unsteadily pulled himself up, muttering an apology. She shrugged, knowing him as a regular. Just don't do it again.
Hiroshi watched her leave, then looked down at the book he'd been reading, pondering. Whatever any of that was, it wasn't normal. SOMETHING had been there, he was sure of it. Writing it off as unscientific superstition would be a terrible idea, and somehow he knew it. The problem was, he didn't know a thing about what he was dealing with.
But he knew someone who might.
Leaving the book behind for a page to shelve, he exited the library, heading out into the school corridor and towards the front entrance. As he moved, he pulled out his cell phone. Time to contact a friend of his, someone who might know a thing or two about dreams. That person was the one who had, however briefly, been a dream demon himself.
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And then the sensation stopped, leaving him short. Had it all just been a nightmare? Some sort of lingering fear in his subconscious? The door to his "home" was open, at least. (Strange, to think he had a door like that. He wondered if everybody did.) He walked toward it...
...and suddenly felt something behind him. He turned, and --
Pain. Searing pain. Before he knew it, he was awake, falling out of his chair -- and hurting again as he hit his head on the floor. Ow ow ow...
The girl helping run the library put a finger up in front of her lips. Shh! Embarrassed, he unsteadily pulled himself up, muttering an apology. She shrugged, knowing him as a regular. Just don't do it again.
Hiroshi watched her leave, then looked down at the book he'd been reading, pondering. Whatever any of that was, it wasn't normal. SOMETHING had been there, he was sure of it. Writing it off as unscientific superstition would be a terrible idea, and somehow he knew it. The problem was, he didn't know a thing about what he was dealing with.
But he knew someone who might.
Leaving the book behind for a page to shelve, he exited the library, heading out into the school corridor and towards the front entrance. As he moved, he pulled out his cell phone. Time to contact a friend of his, someone who might know a thing or two about dreams. That person was the one who had, however briefly, been a dream demon himself.
Irezumi.