Hello everyone. This is my first attempt on a fan fiction and I really have zero writing experience. KyouTen is my OTP, so I thought it would be best if my writing started with them.

Warning: Yaoi story. May contain certain mature contents. Don't like, please turn away. Thank You!

Kazumi: Tenma-kun and Kyou-kun, now, can you please do the disclaimer?

Kyousuke: Let me do it for you. Ann doesn't own us, just the story.

Kazumi: I wish I did. Thank you, Kyou-kun!

"Tenma!" yelled Kyousuke, calling out to the one who owned that name. His words echoed around him, repeatedly. But there was no one to listen to the shrillness of his once-manly voice. There was nobody to respond to his calls in the pitch darkness that enveloped him. Suddenly, Kyousuke could see a thin ray of light falling at a distance. He saw the shifty figure of the person he loved, going deep into the darkness. "Tenma!" he called out again, loudly. It was the same thing - there wasn't any response.

Kyousuke's eyes opened suddenly; he was panting profusely. He looked around a few times and suddenly realized it was all a dream - no, it was more like a nightmare. He was on his purple-bed sheet covered square bed, surrounded by emptiness. He was used to it by now; for years, it had been the same for him. It was that one dream he always saw, like it was etched in his subconscious mind.

Nothing had changed for him since the day the person he loved deeply had left him. There were some exceptions, though. His shiny indigo-blue hairs now had streaks of grey in them, and there were light lines of wrinkles around his deep amber-eyes.

He let out a deep noise-less sigh. The sigh that carried a feeling of uneasiness, a feeling of deep regret. He missed Tenma deeply. He missed him every day, every second of his life-less life.

He smiled to himself as he thought of something and quickly got out of his bed. He was getting ready to go to his favourite place - the river bank. He put on a blue and white checkered shirt and a pair of peachy chord trousers. Putting one of his hands in his pockets (well, old habits die hard); and another one holding a walking stick he went off to the river bank. It had now changed a lot - there were beautiful Sakura trees planted on both sides of the open field and it was always teeming with people coming from far and near in the flowering season; the bridge above the river had been renovated and the lightning sign that the sign of his town, Inazuma, held was decorated with beautiful LEDs.

He went to the other side of the field, near the river. The water was crystal clear. Suddenly, he saw the clear river water turning scarlet red in colour and saw piles of bodies drowned in it. He shook his head. Everything was back to normal. He dreaded that sight, the ones involving the torturous events of the Second World War.

He didn't want to think about those events. And his mind was etched on to something more important. His pale face became paler as the remembered the beautiful moments he had spent with the love of his life - Matsukaze Tenma. He thought of the day he had first met him, beside this river bank, somewhere around 1943.

So, minna! This is my first attempt on my story featuring my favourite pair: Kyousuke and Tenma.

Please read, and review. Comments and criticism are always welcome. I believe they'll help me grow.

I'll update the second chapter in 2-3 days.

Next Chapter: Kyousuke meets Tenma and other relevant details.