Okay! So I haven't written much in a VERY long time. Hopefully it isn't too horrible?

This one takes place a few months after the ep. 13. I haven't decided how long this is going to be. Reviews are appreciated! If you like it, let me know so I can get an idea of what I am doing right and wrong.

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Dingy moonbeams flowed between the cold iron bars that separated Sunao Fujimori from the rest of the world. He wrapped his arms around himself, clinging to the warmth of his own body. His thoughts, as sporadic as they were, always seemed to linger on the same thing on nights like this. Would he ever be released from this hell? It had been so long since he had seen the outside world that he had almost forgotten what grass felt like beneath bare feet, or what it sounded like when the wind rustled through the trees on a lazy afternoon. It had been so long. As Fujimori fell somewhere between consciousness and sleep, drearily watching his own breath condense into a smoke-like fog in the cold, he heard the footsteps. The sound was all too familiar. Even as the fear settled into his belly he couldn't muster the strength to move. He would stay huddled in his little corner till they came for him, just as he did the day before, and the day before that. It didn't matter now anyway, there was no hope. No future. No Sora.

The faceless men in the spotless white lab coats once again pulled him from his cell and escorted him to a small room down the hall. Sunao stared blankly at the large glass tub that was filled to its brim with water. A shiver traveled down his spine, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than stare. This was the experiment he hated more than any other. He could take the beatings. He could even endure the shock therapy. No matter how many times he came to that small room at the end of the hall his reaction remained the same. He was paralyzed with fear.

Everything went hazy, as it often did during this particular 'therapy' session. He was stripped of his clothes and lowered into tub. The water was uncomfortably hot. A gloved hand would hold his head under for a moment or two, the water burning his eyes as he kicked and clawed at the glass searching for something to hold on to. Just when he thought he would surely drown, he was lifted up just enough to get a few gasps of air before being lowered back into the water. All the while Aizawa sat calmly in a chair watching, jotting down the occasional note. Twenty minutes that seemed like twenty hours passed. Finally Aizawa nodded to one of the faceless men and Sunao was lifted from the vat of water and instructed to stand over a small drain in the floor.

"No progress. Until progress has been made, you realize we will have to continue as we have?" Aizawa said coldly. The trembling young boy stared at him through blurry tear filled eyes unable to speak. "Bind his arms and legs and try again," Sunao hadn't even enough time to comprehend what Aizawa had said before he was bound at the wrists and ankles and was being lowered into the water once more.

"No! PLEASE… n-no don't do this p-please don't do this! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" he screamed and thrashed wildly to no avail. "HASHIBA! HELP ME! SOMEONE! NO! please!"

"He can't hear you, Fujimori. He abandoned you, remember?" Aizawa's deep voice replied. "No one can help you, Fujimori. Fujimori…Fujimori"

"FUJIMORI?" Sunao sat straight up in his bed with a start, almost bumping heads with the blue haired boy who hovered over him. "Woah! Hey, calm down. It's just me," Sora said grasping his shoulders firmly. It took Sunao a few moments to realize that it had all been a dream. He wasn't at the lab, he was with Sora in their room. He struggled to catch his breath as he wiped a sweat soaked strand of pink hair from his face.

"H-hashiba… sorry. I must have been dreaming," He stuttered, feigning a weak smile.

"Dream? Looked more like a nightmare to me, are you alright?" Sora asked worriedly as he took a seat next to the smaller boy on the bed. "You woke me up with all of the moving around you did, and when I tried to wake you up you started screaming. You had me worried, I didn't think you were going to wake up for a minute," Sora hesitantly put an arm around his trembling roommate

"I'm fine. Just a stupid dream," Sunao muttered staring at the floor. This routine was growing tiresome. He was free now, and would never again have to return to the lab. Hell, the lab wasn't more than a great mound of ash now. But nonetheless, Sunao found himself becoming paranoid. It began a few weeks after the incident at the lab, and had only grown progressively worse. At first it was just an uneasy feeling of being watched, later on Nao could swear to seeing Aizawa's face in every crowd of passing strangers. And then the nightmares began; every night it seemed he would relive some part of his past that he only wished to forget. It seemed that just simply moving on with his life wasn't going to be an option no matter how much he wished it could be.

"Fujimori, I know that you have been having a hard time lately, but I don't think this is normal. I think we should go talk to Nanami tomorrow,"

"I just… No,"

"Why not?"

"Because I said so, now just leave it at that. I said I am fine. Everyone has a bad dream every once in a while, it's no big deal," Sunao said pulling away to lay on his side and stare at the wall. It was a tactic that he had all but mastered to show his dissatisfaction with Sora. If you lay on your side and stare at the wall long enough, you always win the argument by default.

"You know, you could be a little nicer. The only reason I'm even bringing it up is because I care!" Sora barked as he climbed over the side of the bed, obstructing Nao's wonderful view of the wall. The two stared at each other their faces only inches apart for a moment or two, Sunao's cheeks slowly beginning to match his hair. Hashiba really cared for him that much?

"I never asked for you to be so damn concerned, now leave me alone!" he growled. With a quick flick of his hair, Sunao promptly rolled over, pulling the blankets over his head. Sora sat wide eyed for a moment, shocked at the harsh words his roommate had thrown at him.

"You're acting like a baby, you know that?" he muttered, but there was no reply from beneath the Nao shaped lump of blankets.

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"Good morning!" Matsuri chirped as he jogged up to meet his slightly worse for wear looking friend.

"Eh…" Sora grunted in reply, as he glanced up at the bubbly blonde from under puffy lids. He had always wondered where Matsuri got all of that energy from and had found it slightly annoying; that morning however he found it downright unbearable.

"You don't look so good. Did Nao-chan keep you up all night?" Matsuri giggled with a wink. Sora would have glared at him but that just would have taken too much energy.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact he did- but NOT in the way you are thinking," Sora replied with a sigh. Now that he thought of it, he wouldn't mind being so tired if it had been under those circumstances.

"Did you two have a fight? I swear you are just like a married couple with the way you two bicker," the blonde remarked casually. Sora grimaced at the comment, but ignored it nonetheless. "Speaking of Nao, where is he?"

"Sleeping. Trying to drag him out of bed on a normal day is a chore in itself but this morning he wouldn't budge. He's been having problems sleeping at night. I tried to get him to talk to Nanami about it, but you know how stubborn he is,"

"Hmm. It's strange for him to neglect school like this. That's more like something I'd expect from you," Sora almost spokeout at this remark, but decided he couldn't argue with a true statement. "Now that you mention it though, he has been acting odd lately. It's so hard to tell with him sometimes. I guess he's been through a lot. Maybe you should just sit down and talk to him? Maybe if he just talked about whatever it is that is bothering him, he would feel better?" Matsuri's tone became more serious.

As the two entered the building and headed to class Sora found his mind lingering on the night before. Sunao had been screaming bloody murder and he had a guess as to what sort of nightmare he was having. It broke his heart when Fujimori had called out his name. He was sure that in this horrible dream Sunao's plea for help went unanswered. Maybe Matsuri was right.Sora had considered asking Sunao about what happened to himduring his days after he was left to fend for himself at the lab, but somehowhe could never get the words out to ask. He wasn't really sure that he wanted to know or that Fujimori would even be willing to talk about it. Still, it killed Sora to think aboutSunao still having to deal with it all on his own.He made a promisethat he would never leave him alone again, right? Though he wasn't ready to admit it out loud yet, he loved Fujimori. Even if it meant hearing things he found hard to hear he would listen. Even if it meant remembering things he didn't want to remember he would endure it. If Fujimori pulled away, Sora would just have to hold on tighter, because he was never going to let go again.

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"10:30?" Sunao shrieked as he frantically ran around the room trying to get his books together as quickly as possible. He was late- very late. He had ten minutes to throw himself together if he was going to make it in time for his next class. "How could Hashiba let me sleep in like this?" he mused to himself as he ran a brush through his long hair before tying it back and heading out the door.

Sunao wondered if Hashiba was angry with him over the night before. He had looked so worried and all that Sunao had to offer him in return was harsh words and anger. He really needed to get a grip. Things were better now than they had ever been, what did he have to be so depressed about? He had Hashiba back in his life as well as all of his friends. He would never have to go back to the lab or endure those awful experiments ever again. Even so, Nao still felt like something wasn't right. Something was eating away at him and as a result he was turning it into anger and projecting it at all the wrong people. Maybe it would have been better for everyone else if he had just stayed Aizawa's lab rat. Maybe it's what he deserved.

Sunao had only made it half way to class before he slowed his pace from a dead run to a slow jog. He was already late after all, so there was no sense in needlessly overexerting himself. He had been in such a hurry that he wondered if he had remembered to grab everything he needed. His books all seemed to be there, as well as his phone. He stuck a hand in his pocket to check for his keys which were also there. Keys? Had he remembered to lock the door? He quickly shrugged the thought off as unimportant as he entered the building and sprinted down the hall just as the bell rang.

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Slowly the door to Sora Hashiba and Sunao Fujimori's room opened.

"Such careless boys. I suppose I shall have to leave them a surprise to remind them why leaving the door unlocked isn't a good idea," the intruder said to himself as he closed the door behind him.

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(hehe don't you just love mysterious cliff hangers?)

So who is this mysterious intruder? Why has poor Nao-kun been so out of sorts lately? I guess we shall all find out in the next chappie!