I just watched the Tsubasa Tokyo Revelations OVAs and I was in an angsty mood....and this is about as well as I can write angst. I might continue this and have each chapter be a different oneshot that relates to this whole angsty and creepy part of Tsubasa.

-N-I-G-H-T-M-A-R-E-

-S.A.K.U.R.A.-

This is a nightmare, she decides.

Because there is no possible way that this is reality and she is really watching this horrible scene unfold before her. Because there is too much blood and too much screaming and too much pain for this to be real.

The prince - her prince - is the villain and the magician is covered in blood and the warrior is fighting the hero and the princess is left to wonder why she is having this nightmare.

Because it's horrible, so horrible, and sick and wrong. It's the kind of nightmare she would never wish upon her worst enemies because it's horriblehorriblehorrible and wrongwrongwrong. And she's cursing any gods out there because this is a sight she never wants to see.

It's a nightmare, she decides.

Because she sees Syaoran, but it can't really be Syaoran because he's kind and wonderful and perfect and he's not covered in blood and killing and so cold and emotionless. There's not even hate, despite all the horrible things, and that just isn't her Syaoran.

She sees him, but she can't see him. Because that can't be him and the only other one she can see isn't him either and her Syaoran isn't there even though she can see him because he right in front of her. And that's him, but it's notnotnotnotnotnot him.

It's a nightmare, she decides.

Because she can't scream or cry, and normally if she saw the magician so limp and bloody and the warrior so devastated and the hero so cold and emotionless she would be yelling and screaming until she lost her voice and then she would cry and cry and cry until there were no tears left for her to cry.

But she can't, because not even the smallest of sounds will come from her throat, and no tears will fall as she stares at the scene and wonders when she will finally awake.

It is definitely a nightmare, she decides.

Because she is dying, painfully and slowly and she knows nothing has been done to her that would cause her pain and she knows she is not sick and people don't just die for no reason. Because she's perfectly healthy, and will be so when she finally wakes up, and this nightmare is horrible and wrong, and so why shouldn't she die in it as well?

It has to be a nightmare, she decides.

Because the world has flipped and twisted and it's inverted and scrambled. She can't even say it's been turned upside down, because that can be described and what has happened now can't be put into words or explained. It's so unexpected and strange and different and wrong, and it's something that she doesn't understand.

She prays it's a nightmare.

Because things are all so very, very wrong. And the story book ending has been scrapped and the fairy tale has become a horror story worse than any story any author could ever come up with. It's so wrong, and she knows it can't be real because when she does finally awake the people she cares about will all be there, perfectly fine and ready to comfort her about this horrible, horrible dream.

She remembers going to sleep, and she knows this just has to be a nightmare, because the one she loves is scaring her, and she frightened and terrified of the people she cares about.

It can't be real, because the boy she sees is not the boy she knows, and he is most certainly not the boy she loves because he is fighting and killing and there is death - so much death. It is everywhere, as is the blood and the screams that she can't quite tell if they are coming from someone else or herself.

There is pain and there is agony and this is horrible and she has to wake up.

Because this is all just a nightmare, and she is going to wake soon.

It has to be a nightmare, she tells herself.

Oh god, she hopes this is just a nightmare.