A/N: well pinch me and call me purple! ( i have no idea where that came from...) So yea, just you know, kicking back, reading some Azumanga Diaoh, listening to music when BAM! Inspiration! SO I hope you'll enjoy this twisted little ficlet I have decided to drop on you. It's my second oneshot and I'm not really sure how I feel about it....but I think I like it...XD It was brought about by the song Natalie Marie by The Spill Canvas...(oh you guys know me with my music and fics).

WARNING: this got your attention didn't it. ;D move along soldier

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the actual writing.

Natalie Marie:

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Of all things that Doumeki was completely sure of, this was one of them.

He knew that there was something missing, that the prolonged silence that seemed to plague his ears hadn't always been there. He knew that it hadn't always just been Kunogi, he must have had more people he held close.

He knew that his usually protective nature had failed somewhere, knew that he had let something go. The vague memories that would peek around the back of his head, just brimming the surface of his consciousness, but then quickly retreat when he tried to recall what was actually there.

And so, when the stoic adolescent was tired of just entertaining the idea that something was indeed missing,- though he still couldn't quite put his finger on what it was- he decided that it was time to do something about it. We wanted to prove that there was a method to his madness. Now only if he could find it.

That the slim figure and burning blue eyes he kept picturing in his dreams weren't just a figment of his tainted brain.

He was dead certain that the soft hair loud voice wasn't just conjured up, because his dreams just felt so real, whenever he would hold that younger figure, be near him within his internal dreamscape. He could feel it when they touched and no amount of therapy could convince him otherwise.

Something that made it dry when it was raining outside, that warmed his blood when the temperature dies...so that he could be the crutch when it was all too hard to bare, without them here he could not be anywhere.

Doumeki was at such a loss, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he was to its reality. His dreams kept piling up and becoming more prominent in his mind. What started out as a small inkling was starting to become on obsession. He slowly lost interest in the world around him, of his possessions and roles in life, too busy trying to fill that empty space, chasing after his haunting dreams. He didn't need anything else anymore.

All he truly needed was that petite face, the flailing limbs. This disturbing make-believe would come true, he was sure of it.

Doumeki's search for whatever it was that he lost was beginning to turn him desperate, he was beginning to question his own motives, starting to lose sight of what it was that he was searching for in the first place. Why it mattered and why he was trying so hard.

But then he'd remember, and smile quietly to himself. Something about an explosion and a stairway.

But then he starts to believe that he really is going crazy because he can't recall when they met.

Not allowing his thoughts to take over, Doumeki shakes his head, convinced that the porcelain skin and slender hands can't be conjured up. Convinced by those tossing-and-turning dreams that leave him craving for more, because he can feel it when they touch.

Something about the rain going away, his blood warming at the thought, about supporting the smaller figure, and not being able to exist without them.

It was slowly eating away at him, breaking him down though he was intent on ignoring it. Ignoring his body, ignoring his more logical thoughts. He was completely hypnotized by the insane memories, memories because they had progressed past just dreams or idle thoughts. He pulled his coat closer to him, the wind chilling him to the bone.

He was falling apart, weeks becoming years, seconds becoming weeks. He couldn't keep track anymore, and he was tired of searching. He wanted, and wanted, and tried and continued to push on, but no matter, his best efforts were always in vain.

All Doumeki truly needed was the reassurance that he was there, that this disturbing make-believe would come true.

...But it turns out that Watanuki was just his sick little fantasy and Doumeki tried to pry him from his head, but look at him...

He awoke one day, blurry eyed, from a small beeping sound in the corner, some sort of clear plastic dome covering his nose and mouth. Doumeki's arms felt numb, his stomach empty.

A man walked into the room, clip-board in hand. He smiled a kind smile, glad that the patient was finally awake. 'It appears as if you've injured yourself severely.' The adolescent barely registered the doctor saying.

They deemed the ex-archer chemically imbalanced with anti-social tendencies, and his parents, being the caring people they are, sent him away to an asylum.

Several years passed, Doumeki's disposition completely cured, though, internally it was not the case. But still he was released, and he quietly absorbed his freedom.

He still felt that emptiness, the feeling of missing something. But now he knew what he was missing, knew what was wrong in his life.

But still...

Watanuki was always dead, just like the doctors said. The stoic being had trouble believing that though, no matter how many times he tried to tell himself.

Doumeki was in stitches, literally from the constant gashes he inflicted upon himself-whether they were intentional or unintentional he wasn't sure- and figuratively over the possessor of his every thought. Over and over, over him, constantly in a spiral of internal blathers and one-sided conversations.

Doumeki's gold eyes widened one day, as he sat calmly in the local park.

His heart stopped, well, everything pretty much stopped within that moment. Something started to build in his chest, his organs playing away as if they were at the epiphany of some musical piece, swelling, as he took in the back of the figure in the distance. Doumeki had lost everything, he didn't need anything, and yet here was the one thing he had demanded for.

Watanuki Kimihiro. All he truly needed was Watanuki Kimihiro.

Those piercing eyes finally turned on him, the pointed chin, porcelain skin.

Watanuki smiled so sweetly Doumeki could have died peacefully with just that.

Those lips formed words, and the words were simple:

'I found you'

This disturbing make-believe came true.

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Yeah there's a method to my madness

But if only I could find it I could make, you safe

See, there's a therapist trying to tell me,

That you were just a figment of my tainted brain.

No I believe, that you're not just conjured up.

No I believe, cause I feel it when we touch.

You make it dry when it's raining outside,

You warm my blood when the temperature dies,

You're my crutch when it's all too hard to bare,

See without you here, I could not be anywhere.

Wide-eyed flutter and the violins, they swell.

I lost everything I own, I don't need it,

Can't you tell? Oh waoh

(Natalie Marie)

All I truly need is you.

(Natalie Marie)

This disturbing make-believe's come true.

I spent every scent I had just to buy things that you

Would ultimately never get

But now I'm starting to believe that I am really going crazy,

Cause I can't recall when we met.

No I believe, that you're not just conjured up.

No I believe, cause I feel it when we touch.

You make it dry when it's raining outside,

You warm my blood when the temperature dies,

You're my crutch when it's all too hard to bare,

See without you here, I could not be anywhere.

Wide-eyed flutter and the violins, they swell.

I lost everything I own, I don't need it,

Can't you tell? Oh woah

(Natalie Marie)

All I truly need is you

(Natalie Marie)

This disturbing make-believe's come true

(Natalie Marie)

Natalie, it turns out that you were just my sick little fantasy,

So I tried to pry you from my head now look at me,

It appears as if I've injured myself severely.

Like the doctor said you were always dead.

Now I'm in stitches over you, and over you.

Now I'm in stitches over you, and over you.

Wide-eyed flutter and the violins, they swell.

I lost everything I own, I don't need it,

Can't you tell? Oh woah.

(Natalie Marie)

All I truly need is you.

(Natalie Marie)

This disturbing make-believe's come true.

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A/N: Well, there it is, I hope you liked it. R&R please and thank you!