One's Pondering

Fanfic: A Memorable Dream

A/N: *cough* Eos will be posted... Read this for the mean time...  |_・;) Also, to make things clear, none of what is written has anything to do with the story line... This beansprout has not caught up with the novel and is only on chapter 50.

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His long lashes fluttered open. In those pale colored eyes lied an unending sorrow and yearning. His eyes misted over as he became lost in thoughts. Suddenly, a voice called out to him, "Lan Zhan!"

His head whipped around and he gazed intently at the figure dressed in black and red robes. They threw a smirk at him and waved, "Lan Zhan~"

Seeing that he wasn't responding, he took a step closer as he had his hands behind his back, "Lan WangJi~"

The mischievous look was something he could never forget. His breathing stilled as he took in all of their features. He wrinkled his brow faintly. The mischievous youth continued with their mischief. "Er gege~"

"Han GuangJun~"

"Wang Ji-di-di."

"Zhan'er."

Pressing his lips together, he murmured, "What should I call for you to answer, eh?"

Lan Wangji remained motionless. The person pouted, "Lan Zhan~!"

He was just a mere step in front of him, so close... Yet he felt so far. Lan Wangji gripped onto his upper arm at lightning speed, pulling him into his bosom, "Come with me, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying pulled his head back, "To Gusu? Aiyo, something is wrong with Lan Wangji today. Go back there... Uh-uh. I refuse."

Lan Wangji looked into their peerless eyes. A crack of emotion was seen in his usual deadpan self; worry, concern, sadness, hopefulness, and a hint of happiness. It made Wei Ying speechless, "..."

Did he eat the wrong medicine today? Wei Ying cocked his head to the side and observed Lan Wangji carefully. He shook his head inwardly. Nope, it's him. As he was thinking, Lan Wangji tightened his hold on him, "Wei Ying.... Come back with me." Please. I can't bear to lose you again.

Wei Ying broke out of Lan Wangji's embrace, "I can't. We live on two different roads, Han GuangJun."

The way he called out Lan Wangji's title, he was trying to put a distance between them. He frowned and tried to hold onto Wei Ying's hand, in which the youth dodged. He tried to go after them but it seemed that he became paralyzed. He watched them leisurely walk forward with their hands clasped behind their back. He turned back once more, his eyes never changing; still that same youth that held no worries. The clearness could be seen in them. He grinned and waved once more as his figure departed, "Goodbye, Lan Zhan."

Hearing those words, Lan Wangji's body shook as he tried to break out of the invisible hold on him. He wanted to reach out to the youth in black and red robes, and hold him tight. The sea of lotus flowers enveloped his figure and he disappeared. Lan Wangji closed his eyes for a second. His chest full of bitterness and regret. Then, he heard a tap on the table. Opening his eyes, he saw a younger version of the same youth in which he heavily sought out for. This time he was dressed in purple garbs, just like in his memories of their first encounter. His face visibly showed signs that he was bored out of his mind, his halcyon eyes unperturbed by the scribbles sprawled on the paper. He had a brush in his hands and was scribbling something down.

This scene to Lan Wangji was too familiar to him. He looked past Wei Ying and saw his sword on the side. He knew what was going to happen as the youth slid the paper over to him. A naughty grin emerged on his lips as he gazed at him with expectancy. Looking down, Lan Wangji saw doodles of himself on the paper, his fingers shook ever so slightly but Wei Ying failed to notice. Instead of crumpling it up as he did in the past, he traced the outline tenderly.

They smirked cockily and announced in a clear and proud voice, "Does it look like you? Is it good?"

Lan Wangji's hand trembled but his voice and the rest of his body did not betray him. It was as calm as the spring water, "En. It's good."

When he looked up, the person before him was no longer the young adolescent Wei Ying from Yunmeng who came to study, but a much older one. The version of him that he was very familiar with. The one he had tried so hard to.. To stop but failed so miserably. Wei Ying grinned, "Good. Keep it with you, Lan Zhan."

He took a step back and Lan Wangji reached out to grab his hands, but they instantly scatter into the wind. All that he could grasp onto were the cool lotus petals. He looked down at his hand, and then back up. His eyes were listlessly searching for a result he already knew of. Lan Wangji crushed the flower petals in the palm of his hands, "Wei Ying, where are you?"

Looking up he saw the large full moon looming in the night sky, the iridescent light fell down onto the figure above. It was the carefree youth sitting on the roof with two jars in his hand that read 'Emperor's Smile'. He winked and handed out one, "It's Emperor's Smile! I'll give you a jar, can you pretend that you never saw me?"

He immediately leaped up and pulled him into his embrace, causing the jars to fall onto the floor and break. Lan Wangji's voice was no longer calm and it showed his insecurity and his fear, "Wei Ying. Stay here. Stay with me. Don't leave."

Lan Wangji's pale yellow eyes rippled with intense emotions as his eyelids slightly drooped. The natural scent of the lotuses coming off of their body strangled his heart. For he knew deep inside that it was something he will never again experience. Wei Ying laughed, it was canorous and hearty but it resonated with what his heart had been wanting for so long. The dull pricks from the needles stabbed into his heart as he held on. Wei Ying patted his back as if he was comforting a child, "Silly, I've always been beside you."

In a wisp of smoke, his figure dissipated. The warmth lingering from his touch was fading exceedingly fast; only to leave the faint scent of lotus before him. This time Lan Wangji could no longer hold onto his feelings. It was like a dam, once it broke; everything poured out. First it started with a single tear being shed, then many of its kind slipped down his cheek in silence.

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"Will he be alright?"

The physician nodded, "It's just a superficial wound. He will be alright, but... That mark will become an everlasting scar."

Lan XiChen smiled, "It's alright. Thank you."

He saw the physician out and came back to his brother. He saw a tear fall from the unconscious person's eyes and wiped it, "Why didn't you just tell him, didi?"