EDIH

8: One Reason

Bey City, Japan, Earth 

After the funeral, Tyson felt physically drained and fell asleep, not caring that it was barely six. Everyone let him sleep while Rin had to explain the situation to Nico. Apparently, no one had told him the news so now he was crying on the roof. How he got on the roof was anyone's guess. It was Rin's problem at the moment, though, Tyson thought before he slipped away into his dreams.

Whenever Tyson ever had dreams, they weren't the "normal" kind that people had. His dreams were memories. Not his memories, but the memories of the people he had been connected to during those days two years ago. Memories of Rin, memories of Dragoon, memories of Night and memories of Chaos. Most of the time, he saw the memory from their point of view and felt their emotions during that moment. It was rare when he had dreams and he saw the memory as if it was a scene from a movie.

He was used to those dreams.

This dream, however, was not from the memories of Dragoon, Rin, Night or Chaos.

He was running through a forest, panting and his heart pounding rapidly on his chest. He was barefoot and he could feel the foliage of the forest scraping against his face and legs. The ground was littered with sharp rocks, fallen leaves and fallen needles that stabbed his feet every so often but he kept running. He was wearing a loose light-blue yukata that kept trying to slip off his shoulders that made it difficult to run.

"Help!" He screamed and his voice was hoarse as if he had been deprived of water or had been using his voice too much, "Help me, please! Someone, anyone, please help me!" He wanted to cry, his heart pounding faster and faster. Where was everyone?

A soft breeze moved the trees and he felt some relief when he spotted a road close by. There was a road marker that was written in bold Japanese that announced the Second World War, much to Tyson's surprise. The sign was calling for more soldiers to serve the emperor or to supply the war front.

He began to run faster, knowing that the road signaled that civilization was nearby. He choked and his vision became blurry with tears. He was going to be okay, after all! All he had to do was make it to the road and try to find someone to help him-.

The sound of a twig snapping made his heart skip a beat. He could hear loud footsteps behind him and he began to run faster, trying to get away from his pursuer, even though he wasn't sure who it was. He almost tripped over the root of a tree but that didn't stop him from running.

"Help!" He screamed, now closer to the road. He felt someone grab his wrist and he stumbled. He struggled against the person that held him captive as he felt that person pull his hair, "Stop it! Let go of me-."

Something cold suddenly pressed against his neck and dragged across it.

Tyson stopped struggling to look down, seeing blood – his blood – drip down. He could feel his blood gathering inside his neck and he could feel himself choking. Fear seized his heart – I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. – and he went limp in the hands of the person that had inflicted this lethal blow.

"I'm sorry, my love," The voice said as they wrapped their arms around Tyson's waist and began to lower them to the ground. He felt a cold hand touch his cheek gently and he felt disgust at that action, "but if you refuse me, I'm afraid I had to do this. You left me no choice, my darling. Please forgive me. I love you so much."

Tyson couldn't breathe. His pounding heart was beating so slowly. The warm blood from his neck kept dripping down and he felt new tears slide down his cheek as he bemoaned his fate. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die.

He hated this person. This person that killed his mother and his friends then had kidnapped him. This person had tried to rape him while he professed his love for him. He hated this man that was the cause of this.