Kaleidoscope: The Fox And The Butterfly

33- A Sneak Peek

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Opening his eyes, Ren find himself in a space of swirling, hazy pink. All around him are clouds of cotton candy-like pink, distorted by a wave of mirage. The sky and the distant surrounding him are seemingly endless, only filled with the same mirages of pink clouds. Under his bare feet, he feels softness unlike any other, like standing on a glass that is as soft as a mother's mattress. He then looks down, startled when he sees his own reflection in what seems to be solid, colorless liquid that reflects its surroundings, thus creating another sight of the pink clouds.

Then, to the reflection, he widens his eyes.

From head to toe, he's naked.

In instinct, his hands and tail cover his bottom front as he muffles out a startled yelp.

Once again, he looks around. Seeing nothing but the hazy sight of pink in the far distance.

"This is... A dream..." Upon that realization, he sighs in relief as he calms down, though his tail still covers his body.

His lips now parted in awe, each steps he takes play a harmonized musical note, as the ground of solid liquid ripples as his feet touches it.

Everywhere he goes, nothing differs. Just a barren space of beautiful and whimsical pink. Is this what heaven looks like? Or perhaps... This is some sort of lucid dream? They say that everything you wish for will come when you're aware that you're in a dream. Perhaps, Ren could try.

He closes his eyes, trying to imagine the things he desires the most.

A Z-Station, the whole collection of Guardians of The Universe volumes, and an ultra-rare action figure of Kebin Kazlana from Mega Impact 3rd.

But then, when he opens his eyes, in front of him is a pair of purple staring back.

Azayaka.

And she is naked too.

Immediately, holy lights of censorship flies over Ren's eyes. But that doesn't stop his immediate blush and his own coverage of his underside.

"A-Aza!?" He yelps, his hands covering his eyes while his tail protects his thing.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," He repeats, again and again.

"This is just a dream. This is just a dream. This is just a dream," He changes his word patterns. Even then, he dares not to take any peek.

"Ren," Her cold whisper strays, "Open your eyes."

Ren gulps. His lips are shaky to no end, as he begins to remove his hands away from his eyes.

And he widens his eyes to the sight.

In the far distant in front of him are two blurry figures, both sitting opposite to each other on the pink ground, in between them and in their hands are cards, messily piling up and neatly held respectively.

"Checkmate," One of them, the shorter and smaller, square-shaped one sneers.

"I lost again, it seems," The other, feminine and tall with faint silhouettes of nine shadows behind them, sighs and scatters their cards.

As Ren observes from afar, their conversation continues, the taller figure picking up the cards and shuffling them.

"Keep practicing, dear. Surely, you're bored of losing, right?"