Hello! Chapter two is up! Hahaha it has been a long time and I'm wondering whether people would read this. Thank you so much for the reviews and I feel so honored to have my story reviewed. *redundancy* XDXD

Sorry for taking such a long time as I was struggling with the technical stuffs and gotta ask for my sis, yojichan and Akkadia's help. XD

Thank you my sisters for the help and supports! Enjoy~~~~

Disclaimer : I own nothing but this story. The characters are belong to Takumi-kun series as I said before I only own Naito Taiki. He's mine *in my heart literally*. LOL

It was 5 in the morning but Shingyouji could no longer shut his eyes. The enkindled feelings were clearly shown in his eyes. He turned to his left and looked at his lover, who was sleeping soundly beside him; completely unaware of his lover's rising adrenaline. He rolled over and over again. He tossed his body from side to side. He then sighed. His heart was pumping hard. He was getting this edgy feelings in his stomach.

Hayama had confirmed that they would be going to Hokkaido for two weeks. Shingyouji had never been there before. He was told that they will be staying at an inn located in the countryside of Sapporo and today is the day for them to start their memorable journey. They had planned to meet up at Tokyo's Ueno Station tonight. Shingyouji could not restrain himself from feeling restless. There were lots of things playing in his mind like how should he greets his senpai, others who are going with them and how the train looks like. Yes, the famous Ueno night train.

Akaike and Saki had decided to take the night train from Tokyo to Sapporo. Shingyouji had been feeling so sleepless for the whole night. This was going to be his first time getting on a night train. Saki made that decision for his lover. Hayama who seemed to have this weird, untuned feeling toward planes as his overactive imaginations had held them from that option. Luckily, the others understood the situation and wouldn't mind going there by train.

Shingyouji could not restrain himself anymore. He sat up on the bed and decided to just start packing up their things for the holidays. It was useless for him to sleep though as his eyes wouldn't let him be calmed as a child would be in his dreamless slumber. It was quite early but the earlier the better, he thought. He could at least spend some time with his Arata-san before going to Hokkaido. Shingyouji started out his plans by listing the important stuffs needed during the holidays before proceeding to pack them up into their travel bags.

Misu woke up from the screeching sounds coming from the kitchen that began to disrupt his sleep. The noises really got on his nerves as they pierced sharply into his head. He then wearily forced himself up and sat on the bed massaging his head. It was Sunday and he was planning to grab as much sleep as he could before the trip. Agitation started to engulf his senses away. At that point, he walked to the kitchen and was surprised by the scene before him.

"Shingyouji…? What the hell are you doing…?" He asked his lover in his sullen mood. Shingyouji who was deeply absorbed in his works, suddenly shook up by a growl coming from behind him. He then slowly turned to his left to face his lover. As he gazed up to face his lover, a pair of eyes glares directed to him. As he expected Misu was absolutely feeling disturbed by the noises that he made. Shingyouji lowered down his head as his lover started to lecture him. Oh no, was all he could say in his heart.

"Do you know what time it is? It's freaking 6 AM!" Misu raised up his voice clearly infuriated by his lover's absurd behaviour.

"Gomen ne, Arata-san. I… I was just doing some chores before going to the holiday. I could not sleep so I decided to pack our things up. See? I have packed some foods and- " His words then intercepted by another wave of anger from the older man. Nothing came out from his lips as he could see his lover's eyes burning in rage.

"Cut it out Shingyouji. This is so annoying! It's not like we are going NOW. We still have hours left. Can't you see how tired I am? Stop acting like an idiot!" The last words came out with a grunt from the tall brunette. Misu shook his head in agitation before heading back to their bed and laid down his aching body into the comforter. Just as he was about to doze off, he suddenly felt a weight snuggle into the sheets and a pair of arms wrapped around his body.

"Gomen, Arata-san…" The younger man said in plea burying his face deeper onto the older man's back. Misu sighed before taking a deep breath, turning over to his side. He stared into his lover's eyes before he gently kissed the younger man's forehead. "It's okay. I am sorry too. Now please let me have some nice nap, ne?" Misu said with the gentlest tone he could muster. Shingyouji smiled back ruefully to his lover and nodded to his lover's words before slowly closing his eyes. Soon they both drifted into slumber.

"Shingyouji-kun…"

"Shingyouji… Can you hear me? Help me…"

Shingyouji opened his eyes and he was totally taken a back. He was standing right in the middle of an old village. A place that he had never seen before. Even though the place was unknown to him, his feet seemed to know the path for him to take. Shingyouji did nothing but to let his leading his body and his mind on the road in the village.

As he paced confusedly throughout the village, an old house cropped up right before his eyes suddenly which shook him even more. Everything else around him suddenly turned foggy. He felt his body was whirling as if he was on the cloud. A chilly feeling started to prickle his skins. He felt weak on his knees. Oh God! He said.

As he was striving hard to be free with the weakening feeling that was dwelling inside of him, a muffled cry was suddenly heard faintly from nowhere. As he blinked his eyes, Shingyouji could feel his body being yanked into the house. He was dragged ferociously from one room to another. Everything was speeding up. Nothing could be seen clearly. The aching in his head was making him spinning

He was feeling in a daze but Shingyouji forced himself to keep his eyes wide opened. Then for another round, he was feeling something pulling his legs viciously into a room. Shingyouji felt dead on his knees. His whole body was worn out. He was feeling as if his energy was being ripped out of his body. His sight was starting to turn blurry but from the corner of his eyes, he could still vividly see a boy sobbing on a bed; curling 'his' knees.

"Anou… Who are you? Daijoubu desuka…?" Shingyouji weakly asked the boy. He tried to get up and reached for the boy. His legs were wiggling weakly, but he managed to get a hold from the edge of the bed and used it to support himself. Slowly, Shingyouji staggered up and get on his feet. As he stood up and stepped closer, the boy suddenly looked up and turned to face him.

The boy looked so pitiful. His face was smudged by dirt and his clothes were rusty and torn. The boy was unrecognizable but there was something about his eyes that wounded his heart. The boy's eyes were filled by deep loneliness and pain. They were the same eyes he had before. Shingyouji could not help but stare into those eyes with poignant scrutiny. He wished to do something. Something to ignite the lights back into those eyes. As Shingyouji was nailed by the gaze of the boy, his ears were then caught by voices coming from the outside of the room.

"It's your fault for giving birth to a jinx like that! Look what he has done to our family! He has scratched the dignity of this family and even brought shame to my face. Dirty rats! I am going to kill HIM!"

"My fault? You are his father! He is your seed and your blood! You BLOODY IDIOT!"

Shingyouji could hear a woman and a man were quarrelling, followed by the sound of broken glasses. The fight had really given out the cold sweats from his body. His heart was pounding hard. Were they my parents? Am I dreaming about them again? Shingyouji asked himself. Shingyouji really hated dreaming about his parents as they turned out to be nightmares to him. As he listened closer to the voices, he realized that he was wrong. They are not my parents. He noticed in panic. He then heard the boy murmured something to him.

"Run away… RUN!"

A man abruptly entered the room with an axe in his hands. The man was really big. He was big. He was 7-foot-tall which made Shingyouji looked extremely small him. He was wearing a white shirt smeared with blood. He was holding a big axe in his hands; walking towards the boy. Shingyouji was petrified by the sight before of him. He slowly stepped back in fears, seeking for a place to hide but there was none. He then quietly sat in the corner of the room; getting pale on his face. The scene before his eyes was truly intimidating but the next one was nothing but terrifying.

The big man held the axe up on the boy, ready to swing the hatchet on the poor boy's head.

Shingyouji gasped sharply. He covered his mouth with his hands trying to hold back his screams from breaking out of his throat. Tears began to brim up in the bay of his eyes. He was shaking in fears. He swiftly got up and tried to find the way out of the room but it was too late. He was too frightened and his cries were way too loud which caused the big man to spot him. He began to walk towards Shingyouji. It was too late.

"Another dirty rat?!" The big man spoke up in such a rough and horrifying voice. He looked straight into Shingyouji's eyes. His eyes were terrifying with bloody murder spelt on it. He walked inches and inches closer to Shingyouji. His steps quickened by the seconds. Before Shingyouji could do anything holding up the axe on his head. Bless me dear God. Shingyouji could feel his life was going to be ripped away in any moment. The room was suddenly flooded by gushing blood coming from nowhere.

The man was getting closer and closer by seconds. Shingyouji fell down on his knees. His limbs were paralyzed by the extreme terror he was witnessing with his bare eyes. His tears were streaming down his cheeks. Shingyouji gasped his breath deeply before screaming out his lungs in horror as he covered his eyes with his palms; ready for his life to be cut off from him.

Finally…

"Shingyouji? Oi… Shingyouji, wake up…" A voice registered into his head.

Shngyouji could feel as if someone was shaking his body. He then slowly open eyes. His whole body was still shuddering in sweats. He adjusted his sights and finally, thanked God he was back to reality. He could see Misu's eyes looking at him in worry. He tried to sit up but the nightmare had drained his energy and made his body so frail. Misu gently reached his hands and helped the younger man up.

"Shingyouji? Did you have nightmares? Was it about your parents again?" Misu asked his lover, truly concerned. Shingyouji always had these nightmares that seemed too real but the screams that came from the younger man just now was too different. It was terrible. It daunted him a lot. The younger man had never screamed like that before.

Shingyouji rubbed his eyes and looked up to his lover emotionless. His mind was empty. His body was soaked in sweats. He had no idea what the dream was about but it was absolutely terrifying. The scenes from the dream replayed in his mind incessantly. He could still hear the sobs coming fromt the boy and the man with the axe-What was it all about? The nightmare made him feel so clueless. He stayed numb for a moment.

"Hey Shingyouji, don't make that face. Come on…Go take a bath to refresh yourself…" Misu told the younger man gently. Shingyouji stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Seconds later Misu could hear the gushing sounds of water coming from the toilet. Misu looked up at the clock and it was nearly 10 o'clock in the morning. Nightmares during a times like this? That's totally ridiculous! Misu wondered. He was now feeling absolutely worried. He began to suspect in his heart that something bad was going to happen.