*Sol*

"Mom!" I shout, as I dangle from the top of a steel swing set. "Look! Look!" With surprising agility and control, I leap into the air, relishing the feeling of flight. I land on the ground, rolling once before coming to a halt. My mother looks at me with a mixed expression of both worry and surprise.

"Wow!" My little brother's eyes are round with wonder. "Hotsuma! Teach me!" I grin at him, and then give a slightly more apologetic expression as my mother berates me for my recklessness. I chase my giggling brother around the park, his clumsy steps no match for my strangely advanced speed. I've always been advanced in motor skills, I was only six but I could outrun boys four years my senior. I run close enough to nip at his heels, then allow him to run a bit further away, screaming with laughter. The hours pass, and I soon run off to meet with another friend, leaving my brother with my mother.

My friend, Takuto, is quiet and almost boring. I honestly don't know why I'm friends with him. It's just that… He reminds me of someone. I examine him while he sits on the swing, swinging slowly back and forth. He had dark brown eyes, he wasn't really spectacular in looks either. He was skinny, almost scrawny. And his hair… A light chestnut brown.

Images flood my brain, of a woman, no a man, no a woman. She, or he, was… Beautiful. Handsome? Perfect. Golden eyes, slim build, chestnut hair. One scene, a woman with long hair tied in an elegant braid. She stood on the balcony of a mansion, the curtains billowing in the wind. She turned towards me, as if just noticing my arrival. A soft smile tugged at her lips and I began to walk towards her. The memory distorted, and dissolved into static, only to be replaced by another. Another woman. She was different, but, the same. Her hair was cut to her shoulders, and she looked younger. Her clothes were different, a different style, from a different time. But her warm golden eyes were the same. Her head rested on my shoulder as her delicate hands turned the pages of a book. A voice, a low voice, came from my mouth. I whispered a name I didn't recognize, and a term I didn't understand. But the woman looked up from her book and pressed her head into the nape of my neck. I felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness as the memory disappeared. Another one now. I was in pain, surrounded by rubble. I lay on my stomach and saw nothing but crimson. Blood was spattered on every surface, screams echoed in my ears. I pulled myself forward, towards a bloodied figure on the ground a few feet from me. Despair clutched at my heart as I slowly crawled towards the limp body. It was a guy this time, but he felt the same as the women I had seen before. The same slim figure, and the same chestnut hair. His hair was matted with blood and when I finally reached him, his familiar golden eyes fluttered open. My breathing was heavy, my body felt numb. I reached towards him, and our fingers met. His eyes met mine, tears blurred my vision, I-

"Hotsuma? Hey are you alright?" My head snaps up, tears rolling down my cheeks. Takuto was staring at me, worried.

"I-I." I stammer, quickly wiping away the tears. My head ached. Why am I crying? I try to remember the flash of memories I had just experienced, but to no avail. I stared at Takuto, at his hair, straining to remember. I quickly give up, and stand. Takuto steps back, looking both worried and scared. I was in no mood to play around anymore. "I'm going home." I mutter, "Bye." He stares, completely bewildered, as I run back towards my mother and little brother to beg them to go back home.

As my family begins to collect themselves, a black car pulls up to the side of the park. It immediately draws attention from everyone. It looks foreign, and the windows are tinted black. A woman emerges from the driver's side and opens the passenger seat door. A tall man with long hair steps out of the car, and he instantly directs his piercing gaze at me. He approaches my mother and holds out a hand. Flustered and confused, she shakes it. The man seems familiar, but my attention is pulled towards the car. I couldn't see inside of it, but my body begins to walk towards it without my consent. I had only walked a few steps before the long-haired man put his hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly, and look up at him.

"I'm sure you're curious about who I am." I scowl at him, almost irritated. Of course I knew who he was.

"Takashiro, lemme go." I growled. Wait. Takashiro? The man looked down at me, slightly taken aback. He then smiled and ran his hand through my hair. I was confused. Who is Takashiro? How did I know that name…?

"Oh, so you do remember?" He shoots a reassuring look at my confused mother and leads me towards the car. My heart feels as if it has wings, each step I take, my mood lightens. By the time I'm standing outside the car door, I have a huge grin on my face. Yet, I don't know why… The man, or, Takashiro, opens the rear car door.

Inside the car is a boy. He's about my age, maybe older. Skinny, wearing long pants and a t-shirt, and looking about as happy as me. He has big golden eyes, and soft chestnut hair. A light grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. He feels so familiar, and so perfect. I leap into the car, no questions asked. I hear a soft chuckle come from Takashiro as he closes the car door and settles himself in the passenger seat.

"N-name!" I nearly shout at the boy. I blush, then compose myself. "What's your name?"

The boy blinks twice, he has long eyelashes (almost too long for a boy), before answering. "Shuusei. Shuusei Usui."

I grin, "I'm Hotsuma Renjou."

*LUNA*

I'm sitting in an unfamiliar car. With an unfamiliar man. But with a completely familiar boy. Hotsuma, his name is. For some inexplicable reason, I feel calmer now. I was nervous, when this man, Takashiro Giou, pulled up in his black car in front of my house. My parents didn't even bother to hear his story of clans and superpowers, they let me go without a word. I doubt that they would've noticed if the man had been a kidnapper, they still would have sent me with him. But this is irrelevant. This boy sitting next to me, Hotsuma Renjou, he is as bright as the sun. I've never met him, but his name rings in my head like a thousand bells. The short car ride passes in silence, I stare at the back of the seat in front of me as Hotsuma fidgets, unraveling the frayed bottom of his shirt. The car slows to a stop in a deserted part of a public park. We all leave the car and Takashiro leads Hotsuma and I to a fountain surrounded by trees.

"Do you remember this place? It looked very different a hundred years ago." Takashiro gazes down at the crystal clear water. I do remember this place. I turn on the spot, taking in the smell of pine and the sound of songbirds. To my right, Hotsuma is doing the same, his eyes squeezed shut. Memories of happier times fill my mind,

A group of people sat in an open field surrounded by trees . A beautiful woman sat in the middle of the group, and next to her was a dark-haired man of equally exquisite beauty. A strawberry blonde girl lay in the lap of a silver-haired boy. A cute girl with dark red hair was teasing a tall man as her partner watched in amusement. A boy with black hair sat slightly apart from the group, his eyes shut as if in a trance. I sat next to my blonde partner, his usual loud mouth was closed for once and listened to the songbirds. The sweet spring breeze blew through the clearing, sending a barrage of flower petals through the air.

Again! These memories that are not mine. My eyes snap open, and Takashiro places a comforting hand on my shoulder. He grabs Hotsuma's hand and pulls us closer together.

"All will be clear." Takashiro smiles as he hands a silver ring to both of us. As the metal touches the palm of my hand, my memories unlock. It was as if they had been contained in an increasingly weakening chest, and the lock had finally been broken. Everything, all of my memories, all of my insecurities and emotions, all of my past lives, they were all unleashed. I clutch my head; along with the sweet memories of love and friendship come dark memories of pain and torture. Some memories had been lost to time, but the significant events of my life, it seems, have been carefully recorded in this ring. I stare at Hotsuma, who was mirroring my actions, and I finally realize who he, who we are.

"Zweilt." I murmur. Takashiro nods and steps back, allowing us our reunion. I stare at Hotsuma in a new light. He is my partner. He has been my friend, my ally, my… lover. He seems to realize the same. He runs and embraces me, and I hug him back, tentatively. I know him, more than I can ever know any other human, but we have been born anew, and this contact is unfamiliar.

He takes my ring as I take his, we know the ritual. Like we have in years long past, we recite the vows of the Zweilt. He slides my Zweilt ring onto my right index finger, and I slide his onto his right thumb. The rings form perfectly to our fingers and our names of this life are engraved onto them. We stand for a minute, hands clasped together. We are finally reunited, finally whole.

*So sappy, I can't even...*

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