"Mikado~!"
From across the park, Mikado saw the familiar smile and familiar wave and familiar face of Masaomi.
The water from the fountain splashed behind him and Masaomi came and sat next to him.
Sunlight warmed them both and a breeze ruffled the leaves.
He said nothing and simply sat there with his warm eyes looking into blue.
"Um, what is it?" Mikado asked unable to keep eye contact for long.
He felt warm fingers interlacing with his own.
His heart skipped a beat, as always when he was caught off guard like this.
But he didn't pull away.
"Nothing," Masaomi said, cheerfully but with a hint of secrecy. He tried leaning in but Mikado wouldn't let that happen.
"Masaomi!"
The blond pulled back and laughed, "I brought you something…"
Mikado met eyes with him, "What?"
But the smile continued and the gift never came as Kida's face warped and Mikado's surroundings lifted into darkness.
He still felt the warm tinge of sheepishness. He was embarrassed even though it had just been a dream but nevertheless, he turned to his side to see—
Nothing.
Masaomi wasn't there next to him.
The small abashed smile from his mouth evaporated instantly.
His breath was held painfully.
And the burn in his chest was automatic like when one touches a hot pan.
He blinked.
And blinked some more.
But the white emptiness on his bed would not be filled.
His vision began getting blurry and it wasn't until the 'pit, pit' on his futon did he realize why.
Mikado was crying.
Everything came back to him.
The blood, the blue, the yellow, the rain.
Most of all, cold.
He didn't remember the dream anymore but only felt the feelings and sensations, the loneliness it left behind.
Masaomi wasn't coming back.
Masaomi was never coming back.
