A whistle ran with the wind, a certain pang to it that created a sense of solitude. I shivered against it, against the wind, and stood.
Was I alone?
"Ichimaru, are you still here?" I called out, stepping back into the house and sliding the door shut behind me.
"Hai~" Instinctively I followed the voice, stopping at the door frame of a room to see his lazy figure lying on a futon. Our futon? "What is it~?" As he spoke the wind picked up outside, knocking against the house that stood stoic in place. I didn't respond, walking back out of the room and to the door, opening it. I stepped outside and sat, staring past the black of the night and at the sun, the golden color relaxing my senses. It was peaceful for a moment, and then the wind slammed against my ears, destroying the sun. I stood up.
Was I alone?
Turning, I walked back into the house and slid the door closed, calling out, "Ichimaru, are you still here?"
"...Hai." My feet found a way to where he was, lying on a futon with a book. "Need something~?" His face twitched slightly, but the smile remained, welcoming to me. I walked over to him, indicating for him to stand by putting out a hand.
"Have you seen the sun tonight?"
The smile faded and instantly my heart felt like it had been hit my a bomb, crumbling into bits that rolled over my stomach.
Pain.
My body turned and I left the room, quietly exiting the house soon after and sitting down once more. My sun was there, waiting for me, as was the sound of water. Not flowing, but moving -was my sun moving? Was it twitching like Ichimaru's face?
No, my sun couldn't move -only the others could do that. Only the others could move my sun.
"Toshiro...?" Ichimaru's voice sounded behind me, and I turned around instantly, smiling.
"Come, sit!" I took a hold of his hand, pulling him down beside me as he laughed quietly.
"What is it~?" He questioned me, his voice playful as he nuzzled my cheek, locking our fingers together.
"The sun's out tonight!" I pointed with my free hand, my eyes engrossed in the sun. I felt Ichimaru's nose leave my face, the same pang from the wind penetrating the atmosphere, nestling inside my mind.
"...Toshiro, that's the reflection of the room on the water." I didn't respond.
What would I say?
I was talking to myself, right? This was self-doubt. Ichimaru was self-doubt.
"Lately, you've been acting strange -" He stopped speaking, and although I still heard his words continue, I knew he wasn't there. Ha. Like another person was here. My imagination was crazy these days.
I waited for the solitude to end as I stared at the sun.