Since everyone responded so well to what little I did with Ryou in Behind Blue Eyes I decided that I would give him his own, weird romance story. Unlike BBE this one will be a little different and less realistic but fun nonetheless. Let me know if I should continue!
"I'm prisoned, but believing.
Twisting my delusions, best beware.
My peace can be deceiving.
I'm steady in the deep end of despair.
So far away, from safe and sound.
I've lost control, I've lost control
Where do I run? Where do I run now?
There's no easy way, no easy way out.
When everything's come, when everything's come, undone.
There's no easy way, no easy way, out." -Digital Dagger
A small kind smile was on his face as he nodded at the strangers he passed by, not being bothered by those who ignored him but his smile widening for those who returned his gesture. While others rushed around him to get out of the light drizzle he maintained his casual pace, his expression never once wavering.
Not even when other people on their way home from work began to hit him rudely as they ran away from the impending storm, the lightning flashing in warning and the Earth shaking as the thunder roared. Darkness was crawling across the sky like a shadow, a cold wind picking up from nowhere and stabbing at his exposed skin as brilliant, long snow colored hair whipped around him like a beacon of light meant to keep the darkness away.
Eyes the color of dark chocolate glanced up curiously at the sky, his feet slowing to a standstill as he watched the storm roll in, goosebumps forming on his ghostly pale skin.
"The weather channel said today was supposed to be sunny! What a crock," he heard an older woman complain as she ducked into a store he was standing near for shelter.
His smile finally began to twitch down as the cold seemed to seep through his very skin and coat his bones. He shivered, an atrocious feeling settling deep inside his gut. He swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to think too much on the odd weather. It was Japan after all; the weather wasn't always predictable and some forces were beyond explanation.
Yet his feet refused to move, not even when the streets became completely bare as the rain let loose in harsh streams. The sheer force burnt and left red whelps on his delicate skin. Within seconds he was soaked and shivering. He was completely alone.
Which would have been fine if he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
He looked around, shielding his eyes to try and see through the gray atmosphere but there was no use; there was no one else as far as he could see on the street with him.
With trepidation in each step he continued on his trek home, the need to be home where he felt safe and sound so strong that he didn't even consider going into a nearby store for shelter. The rain fell like knives around him, matching the pounding of his heart as the sky continued to roar and light up in chaotic anger.
After a moment he stopped again, his feet suddenly refusing to move as an icy wind blew over him nearly freezing him in his spot. He could feel something on his neck, almost like fingertips ghosting over his skin and sliding through his hair. Tears of fright and confusion gathered in his eyes as another gust of wind blew against his back, making him shiver all the way down to his toes.
He closed his eyes; it was all in his head. He was just making it up in his mind due to what happened in his younger years. He had moved on; he was stronger now; he was okay.
A tear slid out as the feeling didn't weaken, instead growing to the point that he could almost feel a body pressed behind him, the gust of wind turning into soft, slightly warmer breaths. In his mind he willed for it to go away, repeatedly telling himself it wasn't real, couldn't be real.
There was no one else there with him.
"It's not real. It's not real," he started to mumble out-loud, more tears falling and being washed away by the rain that he could hardly feel hit him anymore. "Please leave me alone," he practically pleaded, his voice breaking on the word alone.
"I told you I will never leave you alone."
Almost like waking from a trance his eyes snapped open as he spun around, his eyes holding a wild light as he examined the empty space behind him like he was expecting to find the Boogie Man.
Perhaps he was looking for his own version.
He examined the rest of the street, no longer aware of the chill in his bones and the stinging of the rain. His body stiffened as he found something out of place; something that wasn't supposed to be there.
Out in the distance he could see it, something dark against the sea of the gray. A body; a man.
He began to run, ignoring the puddles and the slippery sidewalk. He needed to get home; once he was home everything would be okay. He ignored how his apartment building seemed to be coated in darkness, instead feeling relief as he trudged up to the third floor and unlocked the door.
He realized as he stepped through the threshold that the tears never stopped falling and his heart was still a shuttering mess in his chest. He had come so far to repair the damaged and scarred parts of himself. Everyday when he looked in the mirror he was reminded. It took years to even be able to hold his own gaze for more than a minute.
With a weary sigh he sluggishly took off his soaked shoes and jacket, leaving them by the door without a care as he entered his living room from the small entrance hallway.
He glanced around to make sure that nothing was amiss before entering his room and stripping off his clothes, throwing them into his laundry basket before crawling into bed without even drying his hair. He was tired from work and still very shaken not to mention cold.
A part of him realized that he shouldn't have been so tired, but the lure of sleep was too strong for him to ignore and question. His eyes flickered a few times, his mind trying to fight what his body was demanding. Something wasn't right; something was very, very wrong.
Under his sheets his bare body was still shivering, unable to warm up due to the cold that seemed to sink into his very skin.
As his eyes finally began to flicker shut he could feel a slight dip in his bed before warmth coated him from head to toe, forcing a relieved sigh to escape his lips. A small, aware part of him knew that it wasn't right, the none of it was right. He needed to open his eyes, he needed to turn on the light...
His body relaxed further into the warmth, the ache in his chest easing away before he fell in the darkness like it had been waiting for him the whole time.
Just before he lost consciousness he could have sworn strong arms had wrapped around him. He never had a chance to look.