Nightmarish.

That was the only way to describe the fear and torment that occurred that night. It wasn't easily forgotten. Like most nightmares it clung to the corners of his mind; like a spider in the attic only revealed months later after its laid an egg and infested your mind with its tiny spawns of terror.

That's how Masaomi felt. After that dreadful night with that "thing", he slept with the doors locked. What once felt like old habits, abandoned as a child, were coming back. His feet couldn't hang over his bed, his blanket had to cover his head, there had to be a light in the room, the doors and windows had to be all locked... And despite his pride, a worn out bear had been dragged out from his childhood things to once more be held in fear. He never thought he'd pull it out.. But here he was hugging his bear forcing himself to sleep.

It didn't help that he was sick. All week he'd woken with a headache and more recently he'd been getting nauseous. After seeing the doctor he was told it was just a cold. So he'd been at home resting a lot. On occasion a friend might drop by or his girlfriend would check in on him but he was far too tired to be good company. If he could just rest a full night he might start to feel better. But his anxiety took over every night and he was set into hours of tossing and turning. This went on till he wore himself out and simply blacked out. No wonder he felt sicker each day.

Work wasn't any better. He had barely done any with his swinging health but when he was at work he was simply told to go home. It wasn't really his fault he barfed on his boss, izaya shouldn't have shaken him. He couldn't even remember what that was about…

He sighed as he lay there in bed his heart beating in his chest. His eyes screwed shut as he held onto his bear of safety. Fear bit in tightly tonight. He could feel it surging through him making his body turn to ice.

Since that night he'd wandered the park, that night in which changed the fate of his life, he hadn't stopped seeing that monster. Or rather.. he never saw him, he just knew he was there. Him. That horrible monster who came in the night and loomed over his bed. He knew he was there. Like one knows that it will rain, they just feel it in the air. Kida felt colder when "he" was close. His head ached: a ringing pounding his ears. His stomach wasn't much better.

He never touched Kida.

At least there was that. He was always gone in the morning too. Kida wanted to believe it was all in his head. That he was losing it. But he couldn't believe that, he'd seen already. He couldnt prove it wasnt there until… until he looked.

His eyes remained shut. He was scared to find out. Why wouldn't he be. Would he die if he looked? Would he be taken away? What horrible things would happen to him? Or maybe there was no one there. No maybe it was Izaya! He'd come and just stood over his bed to scare him… for weeks? every night as a prank? No Izaya wouldn't do that would he.. Even still it could just be in his head.

Fear gave way to desperation. If it was the monster.. how long would this go on? When would it end?! Why was this even happening to him?! What had he done to deserve this?! He wanted out. He wanted to to be over. To return to normal. How would he end this? With fear? Or would he face the danger ahead and fight?

He opened his eyes.