(Ryo/Johan and Jim/Johan) Jim and Johan are arguing. But a fatal "accident" causes everything to change. The only one who knows how to fix it is also the only one who's ever known the real Johan. Jim must decide between what is right and what is fair. WARNING! CUTE CHIBI AND SOME ANGST ENSUE.... mostly. oh, they might be OOCd, a bit....

He threw his arms up, covering his face. He screamed as he fell to his knees. He felt the tears come and he lowered his hands to stare at the tears. It wasn't fair.

No, it wasn't right!

He closed his gentle green eyes and tangled his hands into his aqua hair.

It was nearly midnight.

He hadn't come home again.

No, tonight, he would wait until he got back. He wasn't going to ignore his boyfriend. No, he wasn't.

He got up again and walked to the kitchen. He didn't have a choice, he was going to have to wait. He was desperate to see his boyfriend.

He had just turned on the light when he heard the front door open. His eyes stung from the sudden light, but he went into the hallway again.

There he was. A beautiful, lean man with dark brown hair and a gentle tan. He had a blue eye that stared at the blue-haired boy.

"Jim! You're home!"

"Johan, leave me alone." Jim turned to go up the stairs. "Is anybody else home?"

"No, why would there be?" Johan asked, following the brunette up the stairs.

"Leave me alone."

The bluenette didn't sit for that. He reached out to touch Jim's wrist. "Jim, what's wrong?"

He turned, his hand coming up and then down, throwing Johan's hand away. "No, leave me alone!" He stormed up the stairs and slammed and locked a door.

Johan sighed and came back down the stairs. That meant that tomorrow, when they went to Central Academy, Jim was going to ignore Johan all the way through to the end....

---Jim---

He was pacing back and forth, mumbling and talking to himself. He heard a knock and stormed up to the door. "Go away, Johan! I don't want to see your ugly face or that sorry excuse for a smile! Leave me alone!"

He heard silence and then mumbling.

"Speak up if you want me to hear you!" Jim threw the door open.

Johan withdrew slightly. "I just, um...." He glanced away before looking at Jim again. He scooted back a step. "I wasn't sure if you were hungry. I thought you'd like some dinner, is all."

"Get your sorry excuse for a waste of space out of my house! Go on! GO!"

Johan didn't ask and just walked back down the steps.

Jim stood there, fuming. Why? Why did those thoughts have to cause him this "discomfort" that he despised so much?

He leaned on the wall beside the door. Judai was right. Johan didn't really talk that much. But Johan was hardly at home when Jim was. Judai had to be right. He had proof that Johan would leave the house at odd hours to return just before Jim would. Judai had to be right.

There was a sudden commotion downstairs. It sounded like someone was banging on the front door and something fragile broke.

Jim walked down the stairs, careful not to draw attention and looked over the rail. Johan was picking up a broken plate as the banging continued. He slowly stood up and stared at the door before tossing the plate away. He was just about to reach for the door handle when the door came crashing down on his head. Johan gave out a cry.

Jim was frozen in place. The light became very bright from the stranger and he had to retreat up the stairs to avoid being seen or to have his eyes mangled any more. He sat on the very top step and hugged his knees. He heard nothing more for a long time.

Jim finally ventured down the stairs and froze. The door.

He quickly pulled it up, and was possibly handed a heart attack.

It wasn't sixteen-year-old Johan lying there. A child of no more than five or six was lying there. His blue hair sticking to his sweaty face.

Jim quickly leaned the door on the wall and knelt down. He scooped up the child.

The little boy slowly opened his eyes half-way. He saw Jim and his eyes flew open. He squirmed and Jim held fast to him. What was this?!

"Down! Down!" The voice was Johan's. It had that familiar ring to it. But it was so young, Jim could've easily mistaken it for a girl. "Down!" he begged.

Jim shook his head. "You've got a fever, mate. I need to take care of that first. Then you'll go down."

"No, no, no! Daddy will hurt me. I am not allowed to be picked up!" Johan started crying.

It only dawned on Jim then that Johan was about the size of a toy poodle. He was so small. "No, it's okay. Daddy won't find you here, mate." He ascended the stairs. He had to find something better for Johan to wear than the really lose shirt that had fit him not more than five minutes ago. 'What is this?! What's going on?!'

---Ryo---

He flipped a coin and watched it rise and then plummet into the well. Was it okay?

He closed his stern, teal eyes. 'I wish to find him again. The boy who smiles for nobody and everybody.'

He heard footsteps running on the soaked pavement.

He turned and someone slammed right into him. He saw a child go flying through the air and he dove for it. His black jacket shredded upon the jagged sidewalk. When he looked down, his teal eyes widened with horror and shock. "Johan!"

Jim reached out and touched Johan's forehead. "I'm sorry. I need to get him to a hospital. Do you know one around here?"

Ryo stood up, holding onto Johan. "Yes. But they won't treat children quickly there. Come. My house is just over there." He pointed. When Jim approved, they rushed towards his house.

'How did this happen? I met Johan again. But what happened to him?'