A/N: So~ I guess I'll just do the A/Ns for this fic like this:

Fandom: Yume 2kki

Rating: T

Character: Heishi-Kun

Pairing: n/a

Warning: Author is not content with this chapter at all? Is that a warning?

Aside from that... Heishi-Kun needs more love. He gives you an effect and you won't give a flying fuck about him after that. ... I somtimes go tease the bunch of PMS-Chans by chainsawing him...

Also... Reviews would be lovely. But I guess that's obvious. Maybe I'll add a quick doodle for this fic sometime. It's odd to have the P4-MC hug Jack Frost next to all my fics.

For a while now she had been wondering what was beyond that door. The pitter-patter of rain could be heard from behind it, but what if it just was one of those dead ends she destested? But she could always go back, she reminded herself.

Once again, she mounted her bike and drove into the rain. There was nothing else, at least nothing notable. A forest was surrounding the grey building she was driving on top of, and a few puddles adorned everything around her, but that was it. Nothing else to it. Or so she thought.

The further she got, the louder the sound of rain hitting metal had become. And then she saw them. Stairs, going down God knows how many metres. She dismounted her bike and took off her helmet, ready to descend the stairs, when a drop of green hit her head. It rolled down her forehead, over her entire face and then was washed away by the rain.

Her eyes widened in horror, the green liquid reminding her of something. She lifted her head and protected her eyes from the raindrops with her palm, praying for it not to be who she thought it might be.

She exhaled in relief. A few metres above her head in a pool of green sat a monster, resmbling a sea-snake, so tall that she couldn't see its head. If it did have one, that is. Turning away she continued on to the bottom-level of those stairs, the rain soaking into her clothes.

Soon, she was greeted by a doorway, leading to another staircase. With a sigh she went on.

When she reached the bottom she foudn herself surrounded by water, nasty smelling at that. Maybe it was just dirty, maybe those were the sewers. The further she went, the more odd creatures were swimming around in the smelly liquid. She shook her head and walked on faster, in the end almost running.

Actually, her running got her to almost run into a wall. One or two centimetres were between her nose and the cold surface. That was when her gaze traveled, quickly finding the ladder to her right. She shrugged and climbed it.

The first the she noticed when she got up on her feet was that she had indeed climbed out of a manhole. Then she realised a man was standing next to her, a sign for a head. He just stood there, the sign pointing towards something. The other direction didn't seem like anything worth exploring and so she went where the man's head was pointing at.

She couldn't say she had been expecting to end up in a traditional, small Japanese town, some people standing around or sitting on benches. A woman holding a parasol, clad in a greyish-blue yukata stood turned away from her. Maybe she knew if there was something interesting to get here.

Reaching out a hand after the woman she vanished. The girl blinked. Why was that, now? She tried to talk to a man sitting on a bench at the bus-stop. He vanished as well. She sighed. Now that didn't seem like anyone or anything would be here.

A dark alleyway, however, caught her interest. Not that interacting with anyone here would lead to something. After all, those people just disappeared. And she had learned that dark places held more mysteries... more interesting things than light spaces of infinite beauty.

The faint sound of leaves dancing in the wind stopped as soon as she had stepped between the walls of two houses. Soundless darkness was nothing she was really used to, so her legs carried her as fast as they could. Then, bright light flooded her vision again. The alleyway wasn't as long as she had thought, having seen almost endless corridors, but now she was greeted by daylight again.

She walked along a long wall to her left, a channel to her right. About five minutes of walking she suddenly noticed shadowy people looking at her from the water. It was hard to make out details, even their faces were cloaked by some sort of veil which seemed to be the only clothing they wore. Well, aside from the glowing, bright red eyes, staring right into her soul.

Naturally she ran as fast as she could.

Looking back, the cratures didn't even follow her. In fact, not even their gazes did. She ran on nonetheless until she found herself enveloped by darkness again, which caused her to stop dead in her tracks.

Actually, she hadn't even seen anything before everything became dark. She had probably been too scared and had subconciously closed her eyes.

Now she took the time to look around in the almost completely dark room. Her hands ran over several surfaces while she was trying not to run into anything. Some walls were almost bouncing around, sometimes disappearing beneath her touch. And yet she kept on walking forwards, determined to find something, anything.

Slowly she came closer to a source of light. Or at least it appeared to be one as some corners of the walls guiding her around seemed to be illuminated, first dimly, then more clearly until she thought she could make out the shadow of a human being.

A few steps later she found that she had been right. There was someone sitting in a spotlight, looking down at their lap. That person hadn't heard her approaching, she concluded, or at least they weren't willing to acknowledge her presence.

And then she stood in front of them. Now she could see that this person was a boy, clad in a black gakuran with a matching cap, his long, asymmetrical fringe covering almost all of his face, an odd purple complexion peeking out from below.

A crutch was resting to his right, his left arm in a cast. The way he sat on his knees was quiet strange as well, she noticed, but didn't really look at it. She cleared her throat, hoping for him to notice her presence. He did.

His head shot up, eyes wide in panic, his hair being messed up a little from the sudden movement. His expression changed from alarmed to relaxed when he saw her and brought his left hand up as far as he could. She was a little confused but then touched the somewhat cool surface of the cast. A familiar feeling washed over her.

Before she could react, she found her one arm in a cast as well, staring at it. The clean white bandages had something about them, but at the same time she felt weak, vulnerable. Almost as if she couldn't do anything anymore.

Then, she glanced at the boy again. He was looking at her arm as well, moving his own a little in his lap. His lap. She hadn't even noticed this! At first she thought he was sitting strangely, but now she suddenly realised that his legs didn't make him sit like this, rather the lack thereof. His right, seemingly good arm, was only half its lenght at best, the sleeve of his uniform jacket knotted tightly together.

She gasped softly and saw how a blush was forming on his cheeks, though he had turned his head away in shame. But why would that boy be ashamed? He might have had... well, not a single limb at all, but there had to be a reason for that.

Shaking her head, she noticed how she had started staring at the boy's knees again, somewhat fascinated by how they weren't any longer than that. "U-um..." she began, feeling slightly embarrassed at how she couldn't even form whole sentences. " You... um... hi?"

The obviously disabled boy looked up at her again, a calm smile on his surprisingly stoic features. Giving a quick nod as if to show her that he had heard her and appreciated her efforts to keep herself from gawking. "It's okay to look at me like that. I guess it is indeed pretty strange to look at. Me, that is" he answered in a soft tone, the breathiness of his voice so strong that it wouldn't have been a surprise if he had really just breathed in and out, randomly producing words.

She shook her head no and decided to sit down next to the boy, not wanting to look down on him. "So what if it's weird? I'm weird too, so we're on the same level, aren't we?" she almost spat, quiet close to getting angry at the boy for thinking he was different from everyone else because he had no arms or legs.

Again, he smiled softly in response. "I don't think you should compare yourself to me. After all, everything I do is decided and there's nothing I can do about that. But you can go wherever you want to go, do what you want to do. That's your path while mine is merely this single spot I'm sitting in" he said, closing his eyes and smiling more wrily than before.

"You could go wherever you want to go if you just really wanted to, from the bottom of your heart. I'm sure of that" the girl grinned, resisting the urge to smack the boy's surprisingly slim shoulders.

That smile again. "Well, if you say so that has to be the truth, right? But I don't think I would enjoy any place. This is my path, after all."

She grew frustrated with him. Terribly, terribly frustrated. But she had to admit that he probably didn't have the brightest outlook on life, having no limbs, no ability to move from here, this dark, hopelessly depressing place. "Maybe it really is for your own best..." she mused. "But that aside... why don't you have... well..." The words got stuck in her throat, her eyes shifting nervously. She felt so bad for asking this question...

"It just happened" he shrugged, then went on. "First I lost my right, then my left leg. After that came my one arm, the other one will probably be gone soon, too. It was as if they had just rotten away" the boy mumbled the last part but then looked at her again.

"Are you sick?"

He seemed to be caught off guard by that one. "I don't know... if I'm sick. I don't feel sick. It's more like my body was decaying while I'm still alive. My senses are getting blurry, too. It's a bit lonely" the boy shrugged.

The girl next to him sighed. "But why are you here, then? You should have gone outside when you still could!"

"The only thing I remember was being here, waiting for something. I assume that 'something' is you" he nudged his head in the direction of her cast. She immediately understood it, feeling quiet bad all of a sudden. "But I finally met you, so now I don't have to stay alive anymore."

"Is it... such a pain?"

"I was left here to die. And finally I can do what I'm here for. I've been of use to you and now I can stop caring about my ears ringing, my eyes blurring, my body going numb... I'm... happy" he said, smiling at her with a smile not wry, not happy, not gentle.

Thankful.

Before she knew it warm droplets were rolling down her cheeks. "Ah, what am I doing?" she asked, wiping her tears away. Quickly, her arm in a cast was free again, a familiar sensation of getting rid of something the like tickling in her hands, lower arms, elbows, upper arms, armpits.

And she embraced him. Around the neck, patting the straight hair sticking out from under his cap, pressing her head to his slender, clothed collarbone. He really did smell like he was rotting away.

When she let go, he had closed his eyes and his head was lulling to the side, a grin on his features. Then he opened his softly coloured orbs, looked at her and nodded towards the direction she had come from. "Leave a dying man be, will you?" he smiled.

"Geez..." was all she could say before turning her back towards him. Then she added, barely above a whisper: "next time, I won't let you rot. And this-" she turned around again "-is a promise!"

But he just sat there, the spotlight he sat in slowly darkening, his form slumped.

It was rare for Urotsuki to wake up with her eyes filled with genuine tears.

A/N: CAN'T. WRITE. SAD. STUFFS.

Whatever, theory-time! So, I think that Heishi-Kun just was someone Uro knew, involved with some sort of shady business at a young age. The Cripple-Effect makes her say that she 'can't do it' or simply 'no', which shows that she thinks of disability as something extremely restricting. Heishi-Kun might have just been completely messed up in his mind or was incapable of doing the things he was supposed to do, him being an amputee just being a metaphor. Um, anyways, so killing him off makes a bunch of PMS-Chans going after you, maybe shwoing that once he was abandoned his whole business came crashing down, hurting the people around him.

If it were like this, I guess time would make everything worse for him until he, in the end, couldn't take it anymore. AND THEN THIS CHAPTER HAPPENED.

Seriously, I hate this one. Maybe I'll re-write it one day. Or write something else.