hibari: where are you going?

me: coffee. There's no more at home.

hibari: come back soon.

me: okay.

I just finished shopping and I was really craving for a double chocolate mint cake. And also...that guy.

I sat down with my cake and my tea.The guy came over to ask sit opposite me. I allowed him to.

me: why are you stalking me?

'ale...you noticed?I was going to make an excuse and say you look beautiful that's why I want to sit here.'

me: is there something you need me to do for you?

'hahaha...how forgetful of me. I forgot what services you provide now.Helping others to make or find items.Not killing people anymore neh.'

me: looks like you want something from me to  even check my background.

'you're wrong . I've known you for a long time. You just didn't realise.Or a better phrase would be...watch you. '

me: who are you and why do you watch me?

'you're so much calmer than the past. The past you would stare at me with piercing eyes and ask me questions. You were scary than.'

me: how come you know about that? If...you're are what you say how come I've no recollection of you?

'because...they're altered. '

me:what are you talking about?

'dreams? No nightmares...Since you hate it so much. Nightmares about something you don't understand because you don't seem to remember any of it. But...you see yourself doing it . Something. ..like that.'

me: what do you know?!!!

'a lot.'

me:what do you want?

' I'll tell you what's with you.But you have to come to my house.I have something to show you. '

me:what's your name?

'how rude. And we've been so long together. I'm alfon.'

He passes me an address and leaves waving.

An...altered past...so my nightmares are real? Those are my real past?  Killing people is my job...?

It makes sense...I am afraid to know if they're the truth, what he says... if he says is true than...I am horrible...

I don't remember anything other than my nightmares. ..The repeating nightmare where many bodies lie before me.Everytime the image of me is blurred. ..but I know its me.Those katanas...are definitely mine. That black suit...its mine...wounds... everywhere. But I just can't see clearly the face.

Should I step out of beautiful made dream? Or...should I find out the truth that might bring pain?