The moon was hung high as the faint sweet spring wing blow through the window. The cherry blossom trees gently swayed along the wind as the soft sound of toad could be heard in far. The moonlight cast a shadow into a small work room as a man had felt asleep from a long day of work in the forge room. He was breathing evenly in his sleep while the katana blade lay next to him.
This was Itsuya Miyamoto. He didn't flinch a bit even when a faint whoosh sound could be heard in this quite spring night. He simply tucked his head further more into his arms as he tried to avoid the sound. He didn’t move a bit when a police box appeared in his workroom, not to say an oddly clothed man walked through. Last, Itsuya didn't even wake up when the man wrapped a blanket around him before sitting next to Itsuya.
The man finally leaned onto the sleeping Itsuya as he slowly inheld the scent of Itsuya while the smile lingered onto his face before closing his eyes. "Sensei. My love. I miss you dearly." the man finished his words as he finally felt asleep leaning onto the wide broad shoulder of Itsuya.
The sun was slowly rising up over the mountain hill. Fog still clad hard over the village. The faint chipper from the birds indicated it was time to wake up for work. Itsuya slowly woke up from his sleep as he noticed he slept in his workshop again. His dark brown orbs darted around his surrounding to see if anything happened. The blanket on his shoulder slipped off in ease due to his movement. Itsuya was confused. He wasn't sure who came into his workshop during the night. The faint scent that still lingered around the workshop was a clear indication of someone else, yet he seen no one.
Itsuya slowly got up from his sitting position as he stretch his body. He had a wonderful dream last night. It was a dream that filled with the soft rustle sound of the wheat field as the late fall. The scent of apple blooming was lingering around the air as he walked through the wheat field. His hand ghosted along the wheat grain. Once in a while he would turn around and smile toward someone behind him.
In his dream he could recall the feeling of being cherish. His skin was slowly relished inch by inch of someone's mouth. He was being worshiped in every angle by someone. Itsuya couldn't recall every detail, yet every movement that happened in his dream made his cheeks flushed further more. He could feel the boiling emotion that was trying to force out of his skin just as he tried to recall every detail that happen in the dream. Than something hit Itsuya in the mind he was loved by a man.
The train of thought frighten Itsuya for a moment as he gasped faintly covering his mouth with a trembling hand as he placed his other hand onto his own beating heart. Something wasn't right. He knew that all the time that he didn't belong in time. He knew he was an incarnation person through time and space, but the missing puzzle among his memory was still there. He knew someone had loved him so much to try and keep him alive that lead to his incarnation.
Who? Itsuya was never sure. Finally his dark brown orbs eyed the katana blade next to him as he sighed. Work came first. That mystery man could come next.
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