Where I am… not sure.

He glanced over to his dancing fool, taking a small inhale of his pipe as he could faintly hear the music that blasted from the others headphones. "You're going to go deaf, you know."

My name…. not sure either.

"Feh! Music is my life! It'd never do such a thing to me! Silly Tsu-chan~"

Oh wait… scratch that. My name is apparently Tsu-chan.

Tsu-chan perked an eyebrow as the raven haired boy continued to move in accordance to the beat, completely brushing off his warning. He leaned against a pixilated tree, glancing up vaguely as he noticed a few transparent triangular pedals fell down from the branches. He blew out the smoke from his pipe, the cloud shimmering in blue glitters as if an entirely different substance.

The other one… his name is…. Uhm.

"…Is everything okay, Tsu-chan?"

The blonde blinked as he looked back to the pink and white dancer. He simply took another inhale of his pipe, not saying a word but just looking at him. He knew his name somewhere in the cockles of his heart, but once again it was failing him.

The young man across from the Japanese clad other frowned very lightly before he smiled, going over and sitting next to him, circling his arms around the others free arm. "Your name is Tsugaru… remember?"

Tsugaru. That sounds like my name. Let's go with that.

"…Right." Tsugaru muttered, blowing out another abnormal blue puff of smoke up in the air before looking down at the clinging other, able to hear the words from his headphones at this point. His name was at the tip of his tongue; why could he never remember it?

"And mine is Psyche." He answered without being asked, looking up to the other's blue eyes with an almost sad smile at having to reintroduce himself for the umpteenth time. "Do you remember now?"

That's right. This one is Psyche. A ditz who's obsessed with music and clinging to me no matter where I go.

Tsugaru nodded, noticing how the other was looking at him. He had figured he was relearning all of this, for how long he wasn't sure at all. All he knew was that he was in a peaceful place with no one else but the two of them. He didn't mind of course, the thought of knowing nothing kept him even more at peace.

Psyche smiled back up at him before nuzzling his head into the others shoulder, giggling lightly. He jumped lightly as a new song as played on his headphones. His grin widened as he squeezed the others arm, "I love this song~"

The blonde grunted once in acknowledgement, listening to the beat as if he was familiar with it and enjoyed it as well. It did sound catchy.

"I'm here, I'm right next to you." Psyche began to sing out, the breeze lightly carrying his seemingly computerized voice through the air, the colors of the world seeming brighter by being introduced to his voice. "Call me, since I'm right here. Trust me, don't fear anything anymore."

Tsugaru bobbed his head more, enjoying every musical syllable that came from his mouth. He took another drag from his pipe, glancing to the side as he let the other sing his song. However he blinked as a hand set itself on his chin, redirecting him to look into the others hot pink eyes, eyes that were shimmering with a familiar emotion. The name of it was fading him again…

"My dear, with the invisible threads of fate. Trust me, we are connected by them," Psyche continued to sing before he leaned up, stealing the older man's lips for a brief moment, taking his breath away. He pulled away and blew the smoke the other had up into the air, the blue smoke having streaks of pink and musical notes wiggling amongst them in an unheard beat. "So simply stay warm in my warmth."

It was then he remembered the name of the emotion the other was emanating.

Love.

Tsugaru smiled warmly at the brilliant mix of blue and pink floating away from them before back down at him. His feels were starting to come back to memory, leading him to lean down and return the others kiss, which the other gladly leaned into.

They remained entangled together for a while, not sure how much time had really passed before the smaller of them pulled away. Tsugaru smiled down at him, perfectly content at that moment to be sitting with him in a pixilated meadow. However, his smile faltered for a moment as he noticed something different as he stared down at him again.

The others eyes changed to a dark red, almost brown, color. Was… that normal of him to do? But it wasn't just that… the air seemed to suddenly change around him in general.

"Tsu-chan~"

Tsugaru blinked at being addressed to in his nickname, shaking his head a bit to try to shake away the concerning thoughts before he smiled again. "Yes?"

"Do you want to try on my headphones?" Psyche offered, setting his hands on his ear pieces in motioning to take them off.

"Oh, sure." Tsugaru nodded once, turning to him a bit as the other took off his headphones. He didn't want to say anything, but he felt something very off about him suddenly. He was uneasy, but he didn't want to say anything and be wrong. He bowed his head lightly so the other could fit the pink and white muffs over his ears and head. He reached up and lightly touched them, the technology feeling strange and high-tech.

"Time to wake up, Tsu-chan."

"….What?"

Right after uttering the simple word, a loud high pitched static noise blasted from the headset. The noise itself was pure hell to him, almost feeling like it was scratching out his head and insides in the most horrible way. He opened his mouth to scream, but he just couldn't. It was too much.

I…I-I am…. I don't know….

"For God sakes! Wake up!"

He winced as he felt himself being shaken, his senses beginning to turn back on. He heard someone yelling at him, and himself screaming. He felt his hands clamped over his ears and legs entangled in blankets. He shut his mouth as he dryly gulped, peeling his eyes open to see a familiar face looming over him in first worry, but shifting into relief.

"Jesus, Shizuo. You must have had one hell of a bad dream to be screaming like that."

Shizuo... that's me, right? Yea.

Shizuo pushed himself up to the sitting position and shifted a hand through his hair, "Yea I guess. Sorry for worrying you." He apologized figuring that probably had happened if he was screaming loud enough to get Tom's attention.

"You should really go see a shrink or something, that's the third time this week."

"I'm fine." Shizuo stated simply, pulling the blankets back before he got out of bed. "I'll just have to go back to the routine of drinking hot milk before bed or some shit like that."

Tom rolled his eyes lightly before he shrugged, "All right, your call. But, we got a big day today so get dressed, I'll come back later when you're ready." He said simply before heading out of the room to give him privacy.

Shizuo sighed lightly, going over to his drawers to get his clothes, though he paused at some papers on the top of the drawers, glancing over it before picking up his pencil and quickly sketching on it for a few. Once he was done, he pulled out his usual attire for the day and glanced over the papers one last time. The papers that was the only source of his memory of his dream self and that other one. He could never remember their names and he always forgot about both of them soon after waking up.

My name is Shizuo Heiwajima. I can't remember my dreams. And it pisses me off.