Dreams
"We, detective, only sell love and dreams in this pet shop."
"Ridiculous. Someday, D, I'm going to shut you down. You and your
murdering things."
"My pets, detective, are perfectly safe and harmless if the client
follows all of the clauses in his contract."
"Yeah, whatever."
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D sighed as the detective left. He did make him feel annoyed, but still,
the man stank of, no, excluded life. It permeated his whole body, rolled
off him in waves. Very refreshing, after having lived so long. And yet
not a second of it true life. At least, until Leon had come along.
Strange though, that even though the detective was alive, had lived, he
never really realized the implications of D's 'motto' as it were.
Some dreams after all, are those you never want to see again. And would
not have minded never having seen in the first place.
Did he think that just because it had a different name it made it
different?
Dreams. Nightmares.
D had never known the difference. Kami do not dream. It shows weakness,
want or, in extreme circumstances, fear. The game was just as deadly down
here as it was up there.
The clients. The clients who hear the word 'dreams' and forget all the
implications of a dream. Including the interesting property of dreams to
sift into 'bad dreams'. Nightmares.
A mother who dreamed for her beloved daughter back. Only to have her
taken away again, killed by the same thing that killed the first one. A
mother's love. Perhaps that is also a twisting of love.
They lavish love on their pets, and they managed to twist it. D shook his
head. Only humans could warp love. A pure emotion. Yet the fact that it
was emotion, and, at that, a human one twisted it already.
Still, wasn't that typical? Humans must twist everything they see or
feel. If only to survive. Some one up there had made a mistake in giving
them both brains and hearts, both the things that turned against each
other. The history museum had been enough proof of that. Pity for an
animal. The same thing that had led to the downfall of many great Kami.
Pity for the weak, pathetic and yet incredibly endearing humans.
The detective had been rather repentant about that though... no. D's every
thought should not rest on the detective or his species.
Still...
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Ah, welcome customer. Is there anything you would like? We stock all
kinds of animals here. Animals to fulfill love and dreams.
*All* types of love and dreams.
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This was inspired by a passage in the chronicles of narnia about the isle
of dreams.
"Not day-dreams, you fool! Dreams."
- except from the
voyage of the dawn treader.
"We, detective, only sell love and dreams in this pet shop."
"Ridiculous. Someday, D, I'm going to shut you down. You and your
murdering things."
"My pets, detective, are perfectly safe and harmless if the client
follows all of the clauses in his contract."
"Yeah, whatever."
*****************************************************************
D sighed as the detective left. He did make him feel annoyed, but still,
the man stank of, no, excluded life. It permeated his whole body, rolled
off him in waves. Very refreshing, after having lived so long. And yet
not a second of it true life. At least, until Leon had come along.
Strange though, that even though the detective was alive, had lived, he
never really realized the implications of D's 'motto' as it were.
Some dreams after all, are those you never want to see again. And would
not have minded never having seen in the first place.
Did he think that just because it had a different name it made it
different?
Dreams. Nightmares.
D had never known the difference. Kami do not dream. It shows weakness,
want or, in extreme circumstances, fear. The game was just as deadly down
here as it was up there.
The clients. The clients who hear the word 'dreams' and forget all the
implications of a dream. Including the interesting property of dreams to
sift into 'bad dreams'. Nightmares.
A mother who dreamed for her beloved daughter back. Only to have her
taken away again, killed by the same thing that killed the first one. A
mother's love. Perhaps that is also a twisting of love.
They lavish love on their pets, and they managed to twist it. D shook his
head. Only humans could warp love. A pure emotion. Yet the fact that it
was emotion, and, at that, a human one twisted it already.
Still, wasn't that typical? Humans must twist everything they see or
feel. If only to survive. Some one up there had made a mistake in giving
them both brains and hearts, both the things that turned against each
other. The history museum had been enough proof of that. Pity for an
animal. The same thing that had led to the downfall of many great Kami.
Pity for the weak, pathetic and yet incredibly endearing humans.
The detective had been rather repentant about that though... no. D's every
thought should not rest on the detective or his species.
Still...
*****************************************************************
Ah, welcome customer. Is there anything you would like? We stock all
kinds of animals here. Animals to fulfill love and dreams.
*All* types of love and dreams.
*****************************************************************
This was inspired by a passage in the chronicles of narnia about the isle
of dreams.
"Not day-dreams, you fool! Dreams."
- except from the
voyage of the dawn treader.