It's dark. The cold is biting through the thick, apparently protective leather of his jacket or perhaps this painful chill was radiating out from the cold lump of slow beating muscle in his chest.

Dimly, he recognised the streams of blurred light passing him from nearly all angles. It was almost instinct when he chose to lean, turn and press on the gas. Not a thought crossed through his head, his eyes fixed ahead. Unconsciously, he shifted a gear.

The streetlights jumped in a mesmerising display off of his visor, the same patterns reflecting in his dulled blue eyes but yet he didn't react. No, his mind had been far away that night.

His bike, usually something he treasured and used properly, now seemed like an escape. An escape from what, he didn't know.

He blinked his eyes slowly, his gaze moving from side to side as if in slow motion. His empty eyes honed in on every single figure he saw. The drunks stumbling their way down the pavement, their arms slung over eachother in a desperate attempt to keep themselves upright.

Uninteresting.

Across the road, stood two worried women. Their phones in hand, both huddled close and sharing a jacket to keep warm. One looked up, met his eyes in the brief half-second they had before he passed them by, a hopeful glint on her face.

Uninteresting.

He didn't bother turning his head back to the right, his eyes unfocused, the lights and the grey of the concrete all blurring into a big smear of dullness. The brightly coloured variety of carbon copies, all determined to find their own identity and so have swept themselves up into being exactly the same as everyone else. Girls painted in all colours: blondes in a rainbow, black-haired girls similar, one in white, brunettes in blacks, red-

His head snapped back.

White.

Tires screeched out in fear, forcing him all too quickly back into reality. He swerved dangerously, almost scraping a black car he hadn't seen until the last second.

For some reason, despite how his heart now beat uncontrollably within his chest, he didn't stop. What was wrong with him? He hadn't drunk anything at the bar, only a soda. That girl at the bar had been insistent on buying him a drink but he had turned it down, there was no way he was drunk, surely.

Shaking his head, he pushed on. He hadn't seen anything, just another girl at a party. There were hundreds, thousands of them out here that night, just like every night. There's nothing special about that.

He blinked his strangely hazy eyes, trying to clear them. He'd be fine, he told himself. He was just tired; he'd be home in a little while. Maybe he should speed up a bit, to get there faster? Yeah, that was a good idea.

His foot slammed, a bit too hard, against the gas. The rising cry of the engines trailed behind him like a tail, startling those who he left in his dust. His heart pumped blood violently through his veins, his muscles clenching.

Another flash of white half blinded him, the heavenly colour bringing him once again a bit too close to the heavenly gates for his own liking. He should have stopped, this was getting too dangerous, but he just couldn't move his foot from the pedal.

He set his eyes forwards, sweat dripping down his brow. There was nothing there, his brain was playing cruel tricks on him and he had to fight it. It was like he was falling in and out of sleep, the peril somehow not keeping him sobered and straight.

Blue lights and screaming sirens blared behind him but he didn't notice them. He had to get home, out of this nightmare. How could his heart beat so fast but his brain function so slowly?

Blinking strongly, he dared to look up once more. Two blue lights, their intensity so powerful they cut straight through him. One vanished once again into darkness, the remaining light only growing brighter in its loneliness. He was hypnotized by its powerful glow.

A distant green light even withdrew from the power of the blue, replaced by a slightly stronger golden shade. But even that relented, replaced by the impenetrable red.

He could not lose that light, not again. He pushed the red out of his sight, sped faster towards the light of his memories. A shaky hand unclasped from the handle of his precious bike, abandoning his safety as he reached out for that ungraspable light.

Even now, as Kanji lay on the concrete, broken and mangled beside the wreckage of his long forgotten vehicle, his arm was stretched out. Even as his eyes slipped shut and he fell into a dark oblivion, his hand reached for that blue light, unseen by all others.

Unseen by the one he needed.


Author's Note:

Welcome back to the story of Kali and Kanji! A short chapter to open with but I did not want to overdo this part. We're in for a bumpy ride, so get yourselves ready~

Oh and in case people don't know, this is a sequel to my other story 'Midnight Flower' which you will probably need in order to understand this pairing and my OCs.

Thank you for reading and please leave a review!

(The cover art is a piece done by MyPetTentacleMonster of my OC with Kanji, btw! I do not own it!)