Carousel
"Won't you join me?" A smooth voice filled the air, a hint of playfulness in it. Heterochromiac eyes strictly avoiding the target of his proposal.
The prefect glanced over his visitor, an indifferent expression decorating his simple yet sharp features.
"Why would I? You'll only end up killing yourself." Was the bland answer. The lack of light in the school roof was no problem, as the moon and the stars themselves were just enough to make out the figure and the features of the young illusionist.
The said person let out a chuckle, casting a questioning look over the other. "Is that what you think, Kyoya?"
The sweet sound of his first name being called out made the prefect flinch ever so slightly. Such intimacy he was always treated with by the person wasn't meant for the likes of him. He frowned, turning his head to face the scenario of his beloved town.
"Even you don't believe in yourself anymore."
"That might be so." The illusionist laughed, the bittersweet sound in his voice echoing in the nothingness they had.
His smile faded, his sight blurring slightly, making the scenario awfully obscure. He took single, silent step forward, the action being subtle enough to not catch the attention of the other.
A hand over his mouth startled the prefect, but he did nothing to remove it.
Another hand soon slid over his eyes, turning the scenario lit dimly into blank emptiness. His hearing and feeling becoming more sensitive due the lack of working eyes. He felt the hot breath of the illusionist next to his ear, the warmth of a living body gently against his back.
Words, oddly phrased syllables were whispered in his ear. Words that confused him, made him feel odd, twisting around in his head, invading his complex and lonely mind.
Soon it was all gone, the cold wind replacing the closeness of another, his sight once again filled with the sky spreading over everything the world held. The existense of the moment just a second ago only proved trough questionable memory.
The prefect felt no need to turn around, as it was clear that the illusionist was gone for good, and he would only be a fool to think that the other would be coming back.
He closed his eyes, and leaned his back on the cold concrete of the roof. The words heard repeated themselves over and over again, the meaning being completely obvious yet hidden behind a twisted imagination unable to express itself clearly.
"You and I are like a carousel. We go around, but never take a different route."
A/N: I think I like the A/N mark a lot more than I should. Probably because N/A is ridiculously similar.
I have nothing much to say, expect that I've been kind enough to throw the meaning of the last sentence all the way to the summary. Thought it was kind of silly if left un-explained.
Sorry for the possible OOC'ness and shortness, and thank you in advantage for all the favs and reviews people often are kind enough to drop~ Thank you~~
I don't own KHR, Akira does.