Dream

The flowers danced in the field to the rhythm of the song of the birds perched in the trees. The sun high in the sky bathed the whole meadow in its rays.

A small house was a few steps from the field, far from the city, disturbing noises and pollution from cars.

The stone walls of the small house contrast with the field. Beautiful windows inviting light from outside into the interior.

"Kiyotaka, are you coming for breakfast?" A woman's soft voice echoed from inside the small house.

In a blue duvet strewn with stars, the young boy rose to his mother's call, his eyes still closed from sleep.

* Grrrr *

He stretched for a long time when his stomach began to growl with hunger. Pulling the sheets out of himself with a tired movement, the boy made his way to the stairs wearing only his white pajamas.

Going down the stairs that lead to the living room, little Kiyotaka found it strange that the stairs were unusually long.

Frowning, he slowly descended, the last step of the strange staircase finally made its appearance.

His eyes rested on his mother, who was there at the end of the stairs with a red scarf around her neck, a red mini-skirt, high heels, and a little black jacket slipped over her back including a small red handbag was strapped to her shoulder.

Kiyotaka was lost, something was wrong.

The boy's eyes rested in horror on the men next to his mother. Fully dressed in white with an odd logo. The logo was a simple white chair with a white cube surrounding the chair.

"Mom ?" A thin voice came from little Kiyotaka who started to back away. His mother had a strange piece of green paper in her hand, which one of the men in white had given her.

"Honey, mom is going on a trip. These men will take you to the best school possible, I promise you." The woman approached Kiyotaka, gently placing her loving lips on the little boy's forehead.

Turning back, shoulders slightly lowered and the complexion of her sad face, the woman returned to her front position, gaze fixed on her son, doing her best to mark the boy's features, in her mind ...

Kiyotaka didn't understand.

His heart was pounding painfully in his chest than he had ever felt.

Tears started to flow from his eyes, running down his cheek and ending on the floor of the house, which had suddenly become extremely cold.

The little one wanted to open his mouth to talk to his mother, but nothing came out.

His throat was so tight that no sound wanted to be made. His eyes grew heavy from the constant water that automatically flowed from his lids.

One of the men in white smiled at him, slowly approaching Kiyotaka.

The man's footsteps echoed heavily in Kiyotaka's mind, who looked at his mother in the last hope, but nothing ...

All she did was cry, the dirty money in her hands, and the sad little smile on her face staring at her son in an attempt to comfort him.

The boy's body was forcibly lifted by the man who hugged him.

Kiyotaka hit the man with all his might with his small fists, kicking him in the chest, his teeth trying to tear the flesh from the wall of muscle.

"Mom" The boy cried with his whole body, he wanted to scream, but couldn't.

He stopped struggling, watching his mother walk away from him on the doorstep, his house starting to become a mirage.

*CLAC*

The door to the house closed with a final banging sound.

His gaze suddenly went blank, his heart shattered, into millions of pieces, no emotion was present on his face.

Her sadness vanished as she climbed into a white truck.

Sitting in the seat, the truck door slammed shut, giving him the chance to glimpse his house one last time.

CLAC

"AAH!" Kiyotaka stood up abruptly, holding his chest roaring in pain. His body was filled with sweat and his breathing disorganized.

Getting onto the side of the bed, he caught his breath as best he could.

* plop *

A drop of water had landed on his leg.

'I-I cry?' Kiyotaka touched his eyes, his hand getting wet from the contact of his eyelids.

"Um, Kiyotaka ... What are you doing?" A female voice echoed in the boy's ears.

Turning quickly, Kiyotaka raised an eyebrow.

Tiamat was in bed with Shiro next to her sleeping peacefully.

Sighing, he changed into his usual academy attire, heading for the shower.

The rays of the sun crept silently into the room where Tiamat was sleeping peacefully, gently waking her with little dragon Shiro.

"* Yawn *" A smile on her face, the woman got up in a good mood with a simple blue thong and a top revealing a little the roundness of her two balls.

Her eyes fixed on the side of the bed: 'Normally, shouldn't he be here?'

* PA * * PA * * PA *

Knocks echoed from upstairs.

' The attic ?' Quickly putting what she found on hand, Tiamat left the room rushing down the hall, ready for a fight.

* BOOM * * BOOM *

The bangs had been replaced by deafening explosions.

Tiamat spotted a ladder sitting there, just below an open hatch.

Not looking, she rushed up the ladder as quickly as she could.

* BOOM * * PA * * PA *

The hits and explosions were getting louder and more regular.

As she passed the hatch, Tiamat spat the dust out of the attic lightly. She shook her hand in the air to remove all the dust there was.

Finally, she managed to remove most of the dust, but her blue eyes widened.

Her morning smile froze.

Instinctively she ran her hand over her mouth and the other over her heart.