A/N: Trying to get back in the writing groove. This will be something of an AU. Please alert me to any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: No own!
Summary: ...uh, Hiro and his alter ego... um... yeah...weird schizo stuff happening... if there was a genre for 'weird' this would go there quite firmly. No romance, don't think it's horror, kind of a... muse fic, if that makes sense. meh. It started to get repetitive so I cut it a bit short...
One-shot (I hate one-shots. So why am I writing them? Because I don't know the meaning of the word 'update,' that's why!)
Hiro/Ren (the person) will be referred to as Hitoshi. Jin (the ninja! X3) will of course be Jin.
"They"
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Hitoshi frequently prided himself on being a down-to-earth type of guy.
He rather considered his life a giant schedule, and found most of his pleasure in completing its things. He had little room for ridiculous antics or extraordinary events (they tended to happen anyway) and less patience for silliness or naivete.
He did not believe in magic or "special powers," found fantasy epics such as Lord of the Rings and Batman horrific wastes of time, and scorned everything Narniaesque that came within shouting distance.
Hitoshi liked to travel; teaching and learning were his two favorite activites, and he rather fancied marrying his girlfriend (although this would require quite a few changes to his Schedule of Life and therefore would not happen any time soon.)
He found his life to be as perfect as it was going to get, unplanned events and stupid people aside, with little to complain about and nothing to hide.
...That is, nothing but Jin. Shippu no Jin, to be precise, was Hitoshi's ultimate unscheduled event. He supposed Jin had come around because of his beyblading... most likely that hit to the head he'd gotten during a tournament match at the age of ten. He liked to think so, anyway.
Because otherwise, he'd have to acknowledge the fragility of his perfect schedule, and that would be unacceptable.
Ah, Jin. Jin was nothing. Jin was everything. Jin was a friend. Jin was the enemy. Jin was unschedulable and unplannable and extraordinary and unpredictable. Jin was not a teacher, he was not a student. Jin did not plan; he simply did, wildly, dangerously, loudly. Uncontrollably. Jin was everything Hitoshi disliked and everything he was. Jin was caged only as far as Hitoshi could cage himself. Jin was free.
Hitoshi both loved and hated and knew and wondered over Jin, and carefully ignored him in his planning. Likewise, Jin ignored Hitoshi when he Was, and together they ignored each other and acknowledged each other and knew each other and wondered who they were. They hated each other as they hated themselves, and they loved each other as they loved themselves; they knew, and they didn't know, and they were.
You can't ignore yourself for very long.
Sometimes Hitoshi could feel Jin, next to him, behind him, in front of him. Mostly he'd wake up somewhere and not know how he got there, and knew how he'd gotten there.
There were days, weeks, sometimes months that went by, and Hitoshi could safely forget about Jin; and then he'd remember as event he'd caused and hadn't caused to those people across the room the night before, so he would travel somewhere new.
Everybody has secrets.
Hitoshi was not overly uncomfortable with Jin; they had Been long enough. But Jin was a secret, all the same, and somebody to hide.
Jin could not be pinned down to a schedule, or a place, or a time.
Hitoshi wasn't complaining; he had his schedule and his teaching and things to learn. He was constantly traveling. He had everything he'd ever wanted and he wanted nothing more.
Jin was not easy to hide; he was good at hiding. And Hitoshi, impatient as he was, was patient. So Hitoshi considered himself in control of their life, and Jin was and he wasn't.
They knew who they were.
They didn't know who they were.
But still, all the same, fairly and hypocritically...
They were.