It haven't been long before he was introduced into this academy by one of his friends. And bit by bit he started to create new friendships.

He made friendships with ones he never thought he'd ever be able to talk to any time soon.

He made friendships with ones he immediately thought looked nice enough to talk to him.

He even managed to be a friend of someone.

Someone that later proved that he was more than a friend to him.

…

It started to get dark and Momosuke was already swaying on his way back home.

It've been a two years now since the day he realized he fell in love with a certain someone. Yet, he never mustered enough courage to confess his feelings. 'N, not before I make sure he likes me too! At least…' that's what he've been telling himself the entire time. And honestly, he grew tired of it.

Unlocking his front door, he sighed. "Tomorrow I'm gonna do it!" he clenched his fist and closed the door behind him.

…

For the longest time, Momosuke have realized that the feeling he held for him are different. The way his heart flutter. The beat his pulse skips whenever he's near him. Even his limbs tremble slightly when they're close for long.

He've never experienced something similar before.

Not with his unit members, not with anyone inside or even outside of Etoile Vio.

It could have confused him for a while, but since he adores reading romantic genre; he knew what kind of feelings he held for that one person.

But at the same time, he caught him staring at him from afar several times, now. He even found the way he hugs his stuffed toy and mutters whatever he wanted to tell him cute.

He found it cute. It made his heart flutter, and his face grow hotter.

He doubted that he might have feelings for him, as well. But he surely knew Kanata was a very shy boy, so maybe that's how he'd act around someone he just met, right?

Wrong.

He've been acting like this around Momosuke for the longest time Momosuke can think of!

He must have something for him, right?

…

This is it.

Momosuke asked him to meet at a park on the way back to their homes. For almost half of his way, Kanata would walk on the same path as Momosuke until that one station where they departure.

They've walked together a million of times.

They've passed by that park a million of times.

And they've sat and chatted there about the silliest things a million of times.

But why was it so hard this time?

It was hard staying too close to Kanata on their way back.

It was hard sitting next to him on the same bench.

And it was so hard to open his mouth and just talk about anything!

Something inside him screamed that he shouldn't do this.

"Momo, are you all right?" he extended his hand to touch Momosuke's forehead. "Your face is all red—,"

Before he could touch him, Momosuke moved his head away. "I, I'm fine! It must be because of the heat!"

"We're in the middle of December."

"O, oh…"

"Momo I'm afraid you caught a cold! Please, let me walk you back home and—,"

"No! I'm fine! I swear!"

His statement was met with silence, and a gaze filled with doubt.

It hurt a little to get that look from him.

"Kanata… I just wanted to t… tell you something very important!"

"What is it?" Kanata moved a little closer to where Momosuke settled. "Also, do we have to sit this far from each other?"

"N, no…" he scratched the back of his lightly. "A, anyways…"

"Yes, yes. Tell me your important thing." A soft smile, filled with concern and love spread across his lips.

A smile held so much power it made Momosuke's chain of thoughts break in a split second.

"I… uh," he quickly shifted to star at his lab, fingers intertwined.

Seeing him like that made Kanata chuckle. "What now? You look as if you were about to confess your feelings for me!" he smiled, once again, and moved closer. Their shoulders were now pressed against each other.

Momosuke tensed up a little upon being touched by him, even though the touch was very innocent, it made Momo's pulse quicken. "N, no! It's not that! I, I mean… maybe… y, y, yes…" he muttered, hoping that Kanata didn't hear the last few words.

"Y, yes?" But of course he did, they literally have no space between them right now!

Momosuke didn't see it, but Kanata's face was kissed pink like a spring rose. "Momo—,"

"I like you, ok?!" maybe he, kind of, sort of, kinda, shouted these words a little too loud…

Momosuke was glad no one gave them any weird looks. He quickly clutched to his skirt and started to tremble.

"I, I mean… like… in a fri—," before he could finish that dangerous sentence, his lips were forced to stop upon feeling another pair pressed against them.

Kanata's hand held his chin as he processed in kissing him deeply.

Momosuke weakened and immediately gave up to the touch. God, it was a bliss.

Shyly, he moved his hand to grab onto Kanata's jacket firmly, telling him that he wants more.

Granting his wish, Kanata slowly opened his mouth, his tongue moved to lick Momosuke's lower lip.

Momosuke moaned almost silently as he opened his mouth as well, allowing Kanata to enter.

But only God knew how clumsy this kid was; he moved his head into the wrong direction; their noses bumped.

"Ow!" breaking their kiss, Momosuke moved his head away to get enough space for their noses not to bump again, but stay as close as possible to Kanata at the same time.

"Hehe~" stroking his cheek, Kanata planted a peck on Momo's lips. "Why don't we go to my apartment?"

"Eh?!" Momosuke was caught off guard.

"D, don't get me wrong! I just thought we might go there and, uh, continue this… in a more private place…"

Ah, that's right. Kanata now lives on his own. He moved to that new apartment few months ago.

Nodding in a heartbeat, Momosuke agreed to join him to their last station.

…

"Uwaaah! I was only planning to talk a little then leave! How did things evolve like this…" splashing his face with cold water, Momosuke looked at himself in the mirror.

Biting marks were displayed from his neck down to under the tank top he wore. He traced one of the marks then chuckled to himself. 'To have your body exposed in front of someone like that sure feels… weird.'

He wasn't ashamed by it, nor was he regretting what they have just done. Actually, he was happy. So happy he got the chance to be touched and feel loved by someone in that way.

Someone whom was very important to him.

He grabbed a hoodie and wore it. The clothes he came with didn't fit to sleep in; so he ended up borrowing Kanata's pajama.

It was soft, comfortable, and more importantly, it had Kanata's scent.

He unlocked the bathroom door and gone back to Kanata's room.

Kanata owned a single bed there. It might have been hard at first for the both of them to fit in together, but they managed at the end, somehow.

He wouldn't let Momosuke go back home this late—and Momosuke refused to be accompanied by him anyways.

Climbing on the bed, Momosuke got himself comfortable as Kanata brushed his hair lovingly.

"I love you." Muttering that, he planted a soft kiss on Momo's forehead.

"Mmm, I know." He got even closer to him, cuddling. "I love you too."

Kanata wrapped his arms around the other's torso, protecting him from whoever could break into the apartment and snatch him away.

Feeling so loved, so warm. Momosuke thought nothing could make him happier.

He allowed himself to fall asleep…

…

*crash*

Something fell on the ground, causing loud crashing noise.

Momosuke woken up, "Wh—," he checked his side and didn't find Kanata there.

He got up and immediately exited the room. He ran through the empty living room and into the kitchen.

There, he found Kanata kneeling on the ground, hands clutched to his stomach.

"… gry…" he groaned in pain.

"K… Kanata?" slowly, he approached him.

However, his feet touched steel. When he looked down he found a bloody knife. Under better examination, Momosuke realized that Kanata had hurt himself.

"Kanata!" he dashed towards him, kneeling down and grabbing his shoulders in fear of how bad the situation is. "What happened? Why would you do this to yourself?" Momosuke couldn't help stopped tears from streaming down his face.

"…?"

Kanata slowly turned his head towards him. The pair of eyes that met Momo's were unfamiliar.

"Wh—,"

The eyes, were bright red. One thing could be read through them, though. One thing that was hunger.

Momosuke squealed and he threw himself backwards. He was scared—terrified.

He didn't know what terrified him the most, though. Was it the fact that Kanata was looking like a monster that's about to attack his prey. Or was it that the gaping wound in his stomach was spilling too much blood.

"P, please… s, stop! Let me treat that wound!" it felt as though his words didn't reach Kanata; he got no response but a death glare.

Slowly, Kanata started to crawl towards him. "H… hun… gry…." He muttered. "It… hurts… it hurts so much. I… I need to eat…"

"Y, you're hungry? I c, can make you something to eat—,"

With one jump, Kanata was on top of him, pinning him down. "You look like a good meal… ahaha…"

"Eh—,"

It all happened in a blink. Kanata was biting down Momo's shoulder, and it was not the kind of biting that was filled with love like earlier.

Momosuke wanted to scream, but nothing within himself moved.

Everything was so very wrong, at that moment.

Kanata—no, the demon bit through Momo's skin, and in a quick motion, he snatched the chunk of meat off like it was nothing.

He screamed, he screamed as much as he could. But the demon was faster, he put a hand on Momo's mouth, blocking all kinds of noise he could ever cause.

With a hand free, Momosuke tried to move the demon's hand away, nevertheless, it didn't budge.

The sight of his face was blurred out because of the tears now streaming down Momo's cheeks.

"Come on, don't be annoying. I can end your agony right now and put you to rest. But you'll have to beg me first." A devilish smile tugged the demon's bloody lips. He lift his hand off Momo's mouth.

Now that he ate something, it seemed in a much better condition than earlier.

"KANATA! PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!" hopelessly, he yelled those words.

The demon, however, grabbed his throat, squeezing it hard. "… Idiot. You just wasted your only chance to die instantly."

Through his teary eyes, Momosuke tried to look around him. He tried to find anything, anything that could save him.

And then, he saw it. He saw the bloody knife he accidentally stepped on.

"Ah~ I'm sick of eating these already~ I want something juicy~" as he said that, he moved downward to bite down Momo's stomach.

This time, Momosuke screamed. And the demon didn't stop him from doing it.

"Ahaha~ does it hurt? Blame your stupid friend, though. If he didn't stab himself to stop me I wouldn't have been this hungry~"

'What? Kanata stabbed himself… to stop the demon?'

For some reason, realizing that have giving Momosuke more motivation to try to struggle to get to that knife.

It was already so close, he just had to distract the demon.

"The taste of your blood is magnificent! Too bad it's going to be lost~" saying that, he bite down another part of Momosuke's torso.

"UGGGHHH!" God! It hurt so badly! It hurt so much! Why doesn't it stop?

But this was his chance.

With one last push he managed to grab the knife. "DEMON!" with all the power he had left, Momosuke stabbed the demon right through the chest.

With so much effort, considering his gaping wounds, Momosuke fell backwards.

His consciousness started to fade a little; he was dizzy.

Trying to lift his head, he watched as the demon grabbed his head, groaning in pain. "CURSE YOU!" and that was the last thing he said before the redness in Kanata's eyes started to fade.

Short enough, his emerald eyes were finally back; Momosuke eased a little.

"What..?" the first thing he saw was the knife planted in his chest.

Slowly, he gazed to find Momosuke lying underneath him, bleeding from his shoulder and stomach.

And he was… crying.

"… wh…?" words were stuck in his throat; the scene was too shocking.

"D... did you ever even loved me?" through streaming tears and chocking voice, that was the first thing he said upon realizing the real Kanata was back.

"What are you—,"

"YOU HEARD ME! Did you ever even care about me? Was it all a trap to lure me here?" his eyes were red and filled with grief mixed with anger.

"I love you! What are you even talking about—and why are you bleeding? And…" he moved his hand slowly to the knife's handle. He now realized how and whom stabbed him. "This?"

Momosuke titled his head, coughing blood. "Isn't it obvious?"

"…" all what he could do is craving answers from the person lying under him. Yet, it seems he won't be getting any out of him.

He was, too, unsure of what just happened. He seemed like he had a problem talking as well—and it wasn't mainly because of his wounds.

"If…" he coughed more blood. "If you really did love me then why did you try to eat me?"

"…!" that's… right. When looking better, Kanata only realized that the wound on Momo's shoulder wasn't… normal. 'Could it be…?' he moved his eyes down to the other's stomach.

The shirt was upright and his skin—most of it, was visible. Deep biting marks were sprayed here and there. They bled; they were deep. But unlike his shoulder, the—whoever did this didn't snatch any meat out of him.

"I… did this?" the burning in his chest—caused by the knife implanted in it—started to hurt so much less compared to the burning he felt in his heart and eyes. Soon enough, tears streamed down his face. "No… this can't be…"

Maybe he really didn't know about any of this. Maybe he was being used.

Seeing him like that made Momosuke doubt that his judgment was correct. Before he could notice it, his hand extended to rest on Kanata's cheek.

For his surprise, he smiled.

Kanata started to bawl. Grasping Momo's hand, he buried his forehead on the other's chest—the knife was in the way for getting any closer to him.

"It's okay… I forgive you…" was what Momosuke managed to mutter. His hand, however, dropped from where it settled.

Memories rushed to the back of his mind.

Why his father hated him.

Why his mother couldn't even look at him.

Why his younger brother feared him.

It all made sense.

And when he finally turned 18, he decided—no, he was kicked out of the house. And that's how he ended up living on his own.

Not a big of a problem for an idol—he could earn enough money to support himself for years.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He could no longer feel the ups and downs of Momo's chest. It seems that he stopped breathing.

"No…"

He must've lost too much blood.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screaming this loud drained too much of his remaining energy.

Kanata, then, had one option, then.

He reached to the knife handle—and with all little power he had left—he pulled it out.

Allowing blood to rush outside in a heartbeat.

It didn't take long for his consciousness to fade. Soon enough, all what he met next was black.

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