WATASHI NO KINO/MY YESTERDAY.DAI ICHI BU/FIRST PART.

YESTERDAY,MORNING.

"You will get scolded if you keep looking out like that..."
Hana scolds me,i turn my head,honestly startled by her sudden words.

Had i really been looking out the window so long?
Hadn't even occurred to me that all the students have left and Hana is the only one still remaining to stare at me partly angry and partly amused.

"Got that cute doc boyfriend in your head again huh?Ugh i hate you so much for landing that dream of a guy.He is tallish,that slightly wavy hair with anime body....I hate you ugh i hate you and now i have to leave out in the rain because you were daydreaming again.What about anyway?"

What about?
 I have been asking that same question for days now,all week i have been so distracted by that dream...

I lie to her,i tell Hana that it is nothing which goes under 'Not buying it' in her eyes but right now i can explain later when i understand it.
I keep thinking about it the whole rainy walk home.

It was such a vivid dream that seemed so long while being too short at once.

Visions of swords and the hissing of blood screaming after each swipe of a katana,watching shinsengumi versus loyalists that would end in viciously mangled men,mourning women who themselves took on the fight,me being one of them though very in often.

"I really need to give up on the history reading for a bit Gran...."
I still find it hard to believe it,even three years later that she is gone,the only person who understood my love of warriors and the history behind them.

Warriors...that is another that will not let me sleep at night.
I keep seeing him in my minds eye,even now as i am walking fast to my bus stop i think i see his shape in the forest.
The warrior.
Noroi.

A fierce sight in fitted black armor,long black hair that almost could be a blade of itself with how fast and unorthodox he would fight.There is no kata style like his in our history which is likely why he is so unknown.

That.
And the fact that no one has seen his face but I keep seeing it.

Dimples.
Dimples,green eyes and a gentler expression than a white mask with four thin tear like lines going from his eyes down would suggest but that is his face.
I adore it.

Though unlike the doctor boyfriend I have,he has hard lines with large doe eyes and built more like a fitness instructor than a warrior.
I really like that face,Eikojo is a lovely man in many ways,he even loves that I have taken to having my college almost done so I can become a history teacher.
His favorite subject like mine.

So,even now.
I am in the bus,staring at cute messages from him and having a bright future of papers,history and children to wow in a fun way with history.
Even now.

Why can't I get these images of ravens,green eyes,blood and wings and death so,so much death out of my mind?