The Twelve Kingdoms: Shadow of the Moon

them was halved again.
    I must wake up.
    A frantic desperation possessed her. The panic coursed through her body, crawled along her skin. She gulped for air. Her heart pounded, her blood thundered in her ears.
    What happens if I can't escape?
    In that same moment she felt a presence above her head. A crushing bloodlust descended upon her. Yet for the first time in the dream she found that she could move. She looked up at tawny wings, limbs of the same color. Scaly feet tipped with razor-sharp claws. She didn't have time to contemplate escape. An ocean roar filled her body.
    She screamed.
    "Youko!"
    She fled. She did not think about how to escape. Her body simply fulfilled the desire. She bolted and ran. Only afterwards did she stop to take in the landscape around her.

    And the startled look on her teacher's face, the wide eyes of her classmates.

    She was standing several steps back from her desk. It was the middle of English class. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, then reddened with embarrassment.
    A beat, and a gale of laughter swept the room.
    She had fallen asleep. The dreams had turned her into an insomniac. She often found herself nodding off at school. But the nightmares had never visited her before in the daytime.
    Her teacher strode towards her. Youko anxiously bit her lip. She usually had no problems getting along with her teachers, but for some reason this one resisted. No matter how accommodating and subservient Youko tried to be, her English teacher remained stubbornly antagonistic towards her.
    The teacher tapped on the desktop with the corner of the textbook. "I accept that a student will try to steal a few winks in one of my classes now and then, but this is a first, Miss Nakajima. Will you bring a pillow to school next time? I'd hate to think that our uncomfortable desks should cause you so much distress."
    Youko bowed her head and returned to her desk.
    "Of course, one has to wonder what you think school is for? Silly me, believing that students should do their sleeping at home. Then again, if you find your classes so tiresome there's no need for you to show up at all, is there?"
    "I . . . I'm sorry."
    "Or are you perhaps too busy at night to get any sleep at all? Is that it?"
    The remark produced an eruption of laughter, some of it from her friends. Youko even heard a restrained giggle from Sugimoto.
    The teacher casually picked at Youko's braids. "Your hair, it's naturally this color?"
    "Yes."
    "Really? A friend of mine in high school, she was a redhead, too. More so than yours, even. You remind me of her." She smiled to herself. "During her senior year, she ended up in juvenile court and had to drop out. Whatever became of her? Ah, it was such a long time ago . . . . "
    Stifled laughter rippled around the room.
    "So, are we ready to starting paying attention, Miss Nakajima?"
    "Yes, ma'am."
    "In any case, you'd better stand there for the rest of the class, to help you stay awake." She sniffed to herself, quite amused at her half of the exchange, and paced back to the front of the room.
    Youko stood by her desk for the remainder of the hour. The muffled laughter never did completely die down.

    Her performance in English class was duly reported. That afternoon she was called down to the office for a grilling about her personal life.
    The vice-principal was a middle-aged man with a perpetually furrowed brow. He said, "In fact, a number of teachers believe you might be engaging in some, ahem, extra curricular activities. Can you think of anything in that regard that might be relevant to your recent behavior?"
    "No." It was neither the time nor the place to start explaining about her dreams.
    "So you're staying up late, say, watching television?"
    "No, I . . . . " Youko grasped for a good excuse. "I . . . my midterm exam scores, they weren't so good."
    The vice-principle bit down on the bait. "Ah, yes, indeed. True, your grades have slipped recently."
    "Yes."
    "You of course understand that burning the midnight oil will only prove counterproductive if you can't pay attention in class."
    "I'm sorry."
    "No, no, no, I'm not looking for apologies. Unfortunately, Miss Nakajima, people jump to the wrong conclusions about the most innocent things. They see the color of your hair, and, well, you know...."
    "I was thinking of getting it cut today."
    "Oh?" He nodded in agreement. "It is harsh, I know. But as disagreeable as it might seem at times we're only acting in your best interests."
    "Yes."
    He shook