All I could do was scream. Pain...was all I felt. I couldn't live without him, but he had gone...a long time ago. He let go. Everytime I cried his name, I would feel more pain. Wires, tubes, needles, machines of all kinds...all were attached to me as they tried to make me "forget". Sunao hated him, he hated the fact that he had abandoned us. He told me to stop calling his name, because it only brought more pain. I closed him out, I didn't want him to feel it, this immense, terrible pain. I screamed, and cried, and thrashed, and kicked, but they still managed to hold me down as they stabbed their needles and instruments deep into my skin, into muscle and bone. I hated them all. One needle was inserted into my spine and I screeched, clawing one of the men in the face. I hope I left a scar, a mark for them to remember...that pain was nothing compared to the pain and suffering they put us through. I was made to protect Sunao, and that was what I did. Finally, all the pain flooded and drifted into nothingness, it all melted away as my body was pumped full of chemicals that made me want to vomit. Darkness crept into my vision, and I slowly fell into the silence that was my own mind.

I woke up, bandaged and broken on the cold, hard floor. I was back in that small room, with bars on the windows. I had tried, and succeded in breaking off one bar, then passed out, only to wake up and find it back. There was no escape from this place. Once, I had broken free of my room. I ran for my life, but as I came to that hallway, the one where I had been abandoned, my legs gave out. I couldn't move, and all I heard was the haunting click of his shoes as he approached me. He hated me. He hated me because I had ruined his experiment with Sunao. Sunao refused to come out, but who could blame him. He was scared of this man, he was evil. He continued to pry into my mind, disturbing the restless thoughts I had tried to forget. I cried, and was soon dragged back to that dark room. Aizawa, I hated him. Whenever I would call out my loves name, he would strike me down. He told me that my love was all a lie, that if he had wanted to, he would have taken over and made sure that our hand stayed in his. But he didn't. And soon enough, I began to believe what Aizawa was saying.

Soon, I couldn't stay in control, and I would shrink away from that man's presence, forcing Sunao to the surface. Sunao would then be the one to endure the harsh experiments. He grew to hate me as well. So I decided to stay in his mind, forever. But one day, as the guards patrolled the lab, I heard them talk of how a certain blue-haired boy had fallen from the fourth floor window of his school, and was hospitalized. It was then, that my dreams and hopes of rescue shattered. My love was dead, or at least in a coma. There was no way anyone could live from a fall like that. Soon, I also began to hate that blue-haired boy Sunao commonly called "Kuu-chan". I called him "Sora", and soon, Sunao called him "Hashiba". It was then that a terrible plan was created. Sunao made a deal with Aizawa: he was going to help Aizawa get Sora back, in exchange, he would also get revenge on Hashiba for leaving him behind. And so we were set free, and decided to head over to his school. As we approached, the cool breath of spring settled around us...and I cleared my throat.

"Yoru...I'm back..."