YUME NO YO DATTA/IT WAS LIKE A DREAM.MATSUBI/END PART

Screams.
Oh the horrific screams!

My hands try to find comfort in gripping my locket,more and more memories flash by and I hear my Grandmother read each Karuta card in my head and for each one that gets read and swiped by little girl me in my mind a memory flash's.

Being stabbed through by a striking woman in a golden kimono,her smile does not waver until a moment when she hears thundering steps behind her,another is watching myself give birth and the midwives scream and wail as they witness a child come forth out of me still and deformed while I weep and hold it,try to desperately give it air hoping GOD will spare the child but the man in the rooms edge only pinches the bridge of his nose and takes the child as though it were a mongrel,tossing it out of a window where I do hear real mongrels fight over the child.
"Make it stop......Oh GOD help me....make it stop....."I hear my real voice achingly rasp out but I can't seem to get out of this dream,I just hold the locket tighter as the memories flood in varying degrees of positive and negative.

A brief moment of peace,watching a million little snowflakes fall on the head of each other,laughing as they cluster on the head of a young man with long,soft hair that refuses to be tied back so I can't see his face but the feeling I feel is intoxicating because in that moment my waist is pulled back a little and arms encircle me,head rests on my shoulder as though the only pillow in the world.
Trying to work a field with snakes suddenly appearing and a child,Kiko it looks like ,screams viciously and kicks them hard enough to startle me.
Staring at my own reflection while tears stream down my face,grasping a small little wooden sword that has engraved on it"A mothers sole offering to her sons wife to be."and throwing it into the fire,feeling as though my heart went with it.

A shared moment by a fire in the early spring,it is still chilly but the flowers bloom in a lovely arc around my home,though lovely it is,my heart aches to go where my lips want and they find there resting place with the man from before,the gentle one.
That very same moment I am also flooded by the violent slayings done from The Warrior,so many slashings and bodies strewn apart,his mask cracking and he levels his sword at the nobleman from before but before that sword can strike the heart of the man I rush forward ensuring  it rips my chest open instead.

"A cry so bitter can silence a canary "My Grandmother told me,"Only an equal sob of pain can make a caged bird weep for you rather than itself".

That was by far the worst cry,I watch The Warrior cry viciously,his mask breaking apart with the sheer intensity of it.

Wake me up.
Wake me up.
Wake me up.........
Please.
"Please"

I feel a calloused hand atop mine,though my eyes stayed closed I feel the one grasp my hand gently,a rough thumb going in figure eight motions while the other hand that grasps me grasps so tightly for a hand so small that it actually pains me but I can't bring myself to even move or open my eyes even a little bit.



INTERLUDE
An older man who does not appear as old as he seems searches frantically.
Room to room.
Street to street.
Shops,neighbors,phoning old and current friends(few as they are)calling an estranged wife who only berates the sudden disappearance of there only child,he doesn't care.
No.
He only cares for his suddenly missing daughter.
Once again.