A/N: Hmmm... I wrote this story for a classmate to practice her and my English... It's my first really short story and my first on Hope, you like it" Camus and Miklotov are a piece of the Suikoden Universe and not my fantasy... TT Sad enough, I don't get money for this, either...
Tell me about mistakes. Like I said, I'm practicing, since I'm no native speaker... Proofread once.
By the way, I need an English proofreader. Someone interested?
Warnings: Shounen-Ai and somewhat sappy... Didn't know, I could write something with so much sugar Don't like, don't read. Have fun.
Voice in a Head
Miklotov had already walked down half the hallway, as he stopped dead, thinking. It was dark, so dark that he barely could see his own hand. Night had already fallen three hours ago and the torches in the hallway to the library had not been lit by now. The blue knight had finished thinking and turned on his heel, took a few steps back the way he came, then stopped and turned around again, sighing.
"What's wrong with you?" he heard a little, almost nagging voice in the back of his head.
Miklotov looked up, gaze trailing off into the vast, endless seeming darkness, standing motionless for several moments which felt like an eternity. Then he said simply: "I don't know."
"You don't know..?" asked the voice, sounding suspicious.
The black haired man took in a deep breath and clenched his fists in order to stoop down his urge to burst out an answer, because he knew that Camus, whom he had left back in the library - already twice this evening - would have heard him yelling and would have come to see what was wrong.
As he answered his voice was lifted a bit because of his anger, but not loud enough to be heard in the library.
"Well, yes, I know perfectly, what is wrong with me and you know that, too!"
A little silence followed.
"Do I..?" asked the voice, sounding suspicious again.
"Definitely! And that's why you know that I can't tell him!" he said harshly.
"Aah, there's the problem..." the voice said, creeping nearer from the back of his head.
"That's no problem!" the knight said flustered.
"It's a problem indeed, otherwise you weren't standing here discussing with me."
Miklotov went quiet. The voice definitely got a point here...
"Well, you know it's no use to stand here and beat around the bush. You have to do something about it or you will never stop to act strange." The voice had grown somewhat loud and filled his head.
"I know, but this doesn't help me, you see?!"
"Ah, help is what you want? Why didn't you say that earlier?"
The tall, black haired man made a displeased noise.
"So you just don't want to go back into the library and tell him, right?"
"I can't! I told you!"
"Alright. Then... what about practising?"
"... practising?"
"Yes. Just say it aloud here. And the way back down to the library, alright? And when you are inside, don't think about that he is there. Just go on, telling yourself and you are done with!"
"You think this works..?"
"Of course."
"Well..."
Miklotov took again a deep breath, then he said: "I... love you Camus..! I love you..."
"I know... I love you, too." said the voice, sounding much like Camus'...