Spoiler Semua cerita berada dalam bahasa inggris, dan saya tidak ada sedikit niatan untuk translate ke bahasa indonesia. You have been warned. Phantom of Dream A Touhou Project Fan Fiction by darkro90 Chapter 1 Did you see that shadow? First, there were forests With a girl, surrounded with sphere that were darker than black, wandering around. And then, there were none [hr] As the abrupt alarm sounds mightier than a meteor shower awoken me from the deep slumber, I lunged at my desk beside me and turned off the source of my agony every morning, the alarm. While recovering from the racket that the alarm caused, I took a quick glance at the clock and realized that it was still 6:01 AM, still two hours away before the festival I awaited long starts. So it’s the day, huh? Lazily, I get up from the bed and start my preparation before going into the festival. Yes, it is it. The Anime Festival Asia 2012. It was held near my home, so near that it only took ten minutes of walking to go into the venue. I was excited to go there because only recently I have started watched animes and stuffs like that, and I have already get addicted to it. I can skip my college classes only to marathon a whole season of animes that I’ve downloaded illegally in the night before I slept. But I have other reasons besides the animes stuffs like cosplay and things like that. Touhou Project. It was inevitable in a festival that includes animes and Japan stuffs would be polluted with Touhou Project fans such as me, and usually there would be a huge numbers of them. Some cosplays as Touhou characters itself, some sells trinkets that in some way related with Touhou, and some even attend the festival only for Touhou stuffs that were brought by those Touhou fans, not for the anime stuffs that were the main focus of the event and were brought by the festival itself. I have dedicated to never shows my real face or identity to people I met on the internet, that’s why I always refuse to go into offline meetings whenever I was invited to it. Some says I always refuses to go because I was either too shy or anti-social for it, but my own reason was only because to separate my real life and internet life. [hr] As I walks the streets that leads to the venue of the festival, I noticed that the street were more crowded than ever. On normal days, the streets were barely polluted by pedestrians, only by cars and motorcycles, that even occurs only up to 9:00 AM or so. But today, even at 7:00 AM, the streets were already crowded by people that were going into the festival. Near the entrance, I already saw a number of people buying the tickets to the festival. Some already brought them via internet far from the event day, and when they get into the venue, they only have to shows their proofs of buying to get the ticket. As for me, I was confident that there would be spare tickets to sells on the spot. “Hello, is there still any ticket left for the exhibition only?” “There still is.” I breathed a sigh of relieve. “Okay, I buy one for the exhibition only.” “Sure, that would be..” As I reach for my wallet in my backpack, I noticed someone cosplaying as one of Touhou Project character, Yukari Yakumo, sitting below a tree with a pink parasol covering her from the loose sunlight that wasn’t covered by the tree’s leaves, staring at the long queue line with a bored face. However, as I take a closer inspection on her, something is definitely wrong. She… Resembles her too much. The blonde hair of her that flows freely when the air strokes them can’t be a wig. And those dark, golden eyes surely weren’t some kind of soft lens used for cosplaying. It was perfectly natural. Her face also were otherworldly beautiful that I can’t describe it further. She wears a purple, Chinese-style tabard with various trigrams over a pale pink dress, complete with her mob cap with a red ribbon decorating it. Worse of all is, no one seems to notices her. How someone could not notices a perfect cosplayer like her is too disturbing for me to didn’t take note of. No way that even a single person from the huge crowd that were in the queue for the ticket didn’t notice her. But the facts tell me otherwise. “Sir? You want to buy the tickets or not?” As the cashier asks me impatiently, I realized that I haven’t brought the ticket yet because of the outstanding cosplay I saw now. Hurriedly, I take the money needed for the ticket from my wallet and give it to the cashier to complete the transaction before the person behind me got mad and the perfect cosplayer moved out before I even got the chance to take a picture of her. Half running, I walks toward her while thinking what sentence I should say to her. Luckily, when I was stands directly in front of her, I have found the perfect word to ask for her picture. “M..may I take a picture of you?” She was a little startled hearing my sentences and smiles afterward. Her smiles, for me, looks a little relieved one. Maybe she’s sitting there the whole time, waiting for crazy otakus like me to take a picture of her. “Sure, go ahead.” I proceeded to take a picture of her. I only took one picture of her, partly because I don’t want to look too much like a crazed otaku, and partly for preserving spaces for my camera memory. After all, this second-hand camera could only take one hundred pictures. “Thanks.” I thanked her while I check my picture shot. “Hehe, you’re welcome.” It… it would be a shame if I didn’t ask her number, or in the very least, her facebook or something. But asking her directly without talking a bit would be too ballsy and disrespectful. “Nice Yukari cosplay you do here, you really do look like her.” She only smiles hearing my complement. Is that a forced smile she gave, or a genuine one? Usually, when I complement a cosplayer, they’ll thank me or become boastful of their achievement. I never met a cosplayer that simply smiles after I complement them. After a one minute of awkward silence, I finally gather some courage to asks her directly about her information. “Say… do you have any facebook or something?” “Face…book? I’m afraid no” She answers with a smile. Someone at this time of year, still didn’t have any facebook? Oh, I get it. You were either too elegant to use facebook, or maybe too shy to give it to me. Completely understandable, Miss Cosplayer. If I were you, I wouldn’t either give my facebook to a random stranger I just met. Come to think of it, I haven’t asked her name yet. After putting my camera to my backpack, I offered a handshake to her while introducing myself. “Sorry if I were rude. My name is Noru. Nice to meet you… err..” “Yukari Yakumo. Nice to meet you too, Noru-san.” She accepted my handshake. Yukari Yakumo? Is she roleplaying or what? Well, otherwise I completely forgot rule number two in festivals like this: Never ask a cosplayer their real name. She also add Japanese honorifics to my name, probably she were carrying her character’s accent to her roleplay or she’s a Japanese or something. “Nice to meet you too, um… Yukari-san.” I answered it with a smile. Before I got to talk anything else, she stands up and unfolds her pink parasol. Did I just make someone uncomfortable by my words? If I was, I would eternally regret this, and to think that of all people I offended, it should be a beautiful girl that cosplay as Yukari, I would really going to hell for this. “Noru-san, do you believe in fate?” A much unexpected question comes out from her. I thought at first, she would move out because of me being a total creep to her. “Fate? Hmm… honestly, no.” She smiles hearing my response. “So you think our meeting here wasn’t meant to be, that this was purely a coincidence?” Is this a test? If this was a visual novel game, I would already be presented by two option of choice that would either lead to bad end, or a good end. “Hmm.. to think that this was a coincidence would be logical, since we haven’t met before. Saying this encounter was fated was too ridiculous for me to handle.” “I see…” She says with a satisfied smile. “Then you can have this.” She handed me a small yellow paper, with a three big red kanji word written on it. “What is this?” “A gift. You can try reading it before you sleep.” She says it with smiles that were a little… ominous. I turned away a bit to put the gift she gave me inside my backpack. “Thanks.” “No, it should be me the one who thanking you.” She answers with a small chuckle at the beginning. When I turned to her again, she’s already disappeared. What the hell just happen? Did she just run out or something? Well, in any case, I got this gift she gave me, not anyone get free goodies from a cosplayer these days. I decide to put this behind, and enter the building where the festival is located. [hr] Continued in next post. Berlanjut di post selanjutnya.