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Chapter 2

The Scars of Sunao

Lunchtime came around, and this time, they were a bit more organized. Each member of the 'Do-It-Alls' had something to do. Sunao was stuck washing all the pots and pans. Sora was serving along with Matsuri. After this morning, the head lunch lady was very paranoid whenever Sora would step back in the kitchen. She requested that Sora did the simplest task that they could find-serving chicken tenders, while Matsuri would serve the mashed potatoes and the green beans. As Matsuri was serving with his friend, he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned around and found his pink-haired friend drench in water and soap. "Nao-kun?"

"Matsuri, please come back and help me out. No matter what I do, I'd always end up getting everything but the dishes wet."

"Oh, come on," Matsuri said, "it can't be that…"

"LOOK AT ME!"

Matsuri shrugged my shoulders, "Ok then. Just make sure that you keep an eye on Sora." Sunao nodded and handed Matsuri the sponge as Matsuri handed him the serving spoon. He walked up to the serving line, seeing that there weren't much people really there. Sora glanced over his shoulder, noticing the sudden change in positions, "At this rate, we might get to leave earlier than we did this morning," Sunao said, starting a conversation. Sora just sat in the little stool he pulled out for himself earlier, just watching the sight before him with a bored expression on his face. "Yeah," he answered.

Sunao sat closer to Sora, pulling him up seat for himself, "Hashiba," he said lightly, "Is everything alright? You've been more spaced out a lot lately."

Sora turned, now facing Sunao and offered a reassuring smile, "Everything is fine. Don't worry about me, Fujimori."

Sunao opened his mouth to say something when he noticed someone came up to the serving line. "Tanaka," Sora said, "It's been twenty minutes since lunch started. Why are you eating now?"

"Hashiba," Sunao called out, "don't get in his business." Mira turned his attention to the one nagging at Sora. He felt like he's seen him around the university, but couldn't place it. He stared at Sunao. "You…you're in my math class," he concluded. Sunao smiled. "That's right."

"Tanaka, this is Fujimori. Fujimori this is Tanaka."

"Nice to meet you," Sunao said, holding out his hand. Tanaka smiled back, "You, too," he said, returning the smiled and shaking his hand. He let go and looked back at his new acquaintance and looked at him baffled-like.

"That's so funny," he said, thinking outloud. "I thought your eyes were pink, not red." Sora and Sunao's eyes went wide to the boy's observation and instantly Sunao turned to Sora. Sure enough, his eyes were ruby-red. "Must have been the light or something," Mira stated, "Well anyways, nice meeting you." He took his things and head to the dinning hall. The couple still had their eyes locked on to each other. "F-Fujimori?"

"Hashiba," he said, not sure what to believe. When his eyes changed colors like that, it only meant one and one thing only. However, nothing seemed to happen. He was still in tune with his surroundings and didn't feel like his former-alter personality was taking over. All he could feel was the dark and empty that clouded his mind, as if he was feeling empty, without Ran's or his own soul. He was too scared to get up, because it felt like he would fall if he did, so instead he reached his arm so his lover.

Sora quickly moved out of his seat and rushed over to his lover. "Fujimori," he gasped, as he looked into his eyes again. Not only were they red, but they lost any sign of life. He tossed Sunao's limp arm over his shoulder and lifted up. "Fujimori! Can you walk?" There was no answer. His face just froze, looking at the ground with a blank on his face, tears raced down his face. "FUJIMORI! ANSWER ME!"

Matsuri overheard the commotion around the serving line, and walked over. When he heard Sora shouting, he figured they were just fighting over something stupid; however, he was oh so wrong. He found the pinkette, lying on the floor with the over hovering over him, calling out his name frantically as he held on to one of his hands tightly. "Nao-kun," he gasped as he hurried to his friends, kneeling down to his friend's side. He studied the boy's face.

Sunao's eyes were closed as tears seeped through and his body was as stiff as ever. "What…happened?"

Sora's eyes didn't leave his lover as he answered, "I'm not sure, exactly. One moment he was fine. The next, he started losing himself."

Matsuri looked up to his friend. "Losing himself?" He wasn't quite sure what that meant. Before Sora answered, Sunao stirred. "H…Hashiba." His eyes slowly opened. His vision was a bit blurred, but as time passed, he became more aware of his surroundings. He found the strength to sit up. He found the strength to do really anything, as if nothing happened.

"What just happened," Sora asked. Sunao shook his head. "I'm not sure exactly." Matsuri handed Sunao a cup of water, "Drink," he told the pinkette. Sunao accepted it and drank just a sip and handed the cup back to the blonde. "Thank you," he breathed. Sora helped Sunao up, not letting him stand on his own. He had his hand against Sunao's back, just in case he collapses again. "Do you think you can walk," Sora asked, his voice shaky "I think so," Sunao answered.

"Good," he said, "Let's go to Nanami. Okay?" Sunao didn't fight it. He knew something is wrong with him

"Okay."

Shinichiro sat in the loveseat they moved in Nanami's office. He sat on one side as he the other say just inches away from him. "You must be hungry," he said, opening up the pink box that rested on his lap, revealing Nanami's best cuisines. As Nanami reached over for the chop-sticks on the nightstand, but stopped when he felt Shinichrio leaning against his back with his hand on top of Nanami's. His face reddened as he felt Shinichiro's breath against his ear, whispering huskily, "I don't think I'm exactly hungry for that." He picked up the box and placed it on the nightstand. "Not when I see such a delicacy before me." "Shinichiro," he breathed as Shinichiro's lips were just inches from his.

Knock. Knock.

"Come back, later," Shinichiro barked, ruining the entire mood. "Shinichiro," Nanami exclaimed, "behave yourself." Nanami sat up to answer the door. "Hashiba-kun? Fujimori-kun?" Sora had his arms around the other's torso, supporting the other to stand. This couldn't be good. Nanami beckoned them to come in. "What's wrong?"

Sora placed Sunao gently on the loveseat as he explained himself. "Fujimori fainted earlier." Nanami gasped. "Oh my. Are you alright, Fujimori?"

"I feel fine now," he answered, not really feeling comfortable talking about it. "What happened," Nanami asked.

Sora explained-he understood how awkward Sunao felt at the moment. "We were serving lunch when Fujimori's eyes changed color. It was as if Ran was summoning himself."

"Ran," Shinichiro asked, sounding more interested in the conversation, and his eyes widened in shock. Sora nodded. "However, Ran never appeared. Fujimori began to lose control over his body, started crying, and then collapsed. A few minutes later, he woke up just fine, like nothing ever happened."

"How strange," Nanami thought outloud. Shinichiro turned to Sunao. "Did anything happen usual happened before? Something you did differently?" Sunao shook his head. "Like Hashiba said, we were just serving lunch, he introduced me to the new student, Mira Tanaka, and then I started losing control."

"Did you feel Ran's presence," Nanami asked. Sunao shook his head again. "No. All I felt was this dark aura, like my heart was heavy."

"Sounds like guilt," Shinichiro said. Nanami nodded. "Fujimori, it has only been a few weeks since Aizawa. Perhaps you're still feeling under pressure. Maybe you should take it easy for a little while."

"But I have school, and Hashiba and Matsui-Chan need me. I can't take just take it easy."

"You might be pulling off more than you can handle. Why not take a little break from the 'Do-It-All' team until we're sure everything is fine? You probably have been missing out on a lot relaxation, anyway."

"But I feel fine," he argued.

"A lot has happened," Sora said, "perhaps you don't even realize it, Fujimori."

Sunao opened his mouth to object, but Sora interrupted. "Just relax for a week and let's see how you are then. Besides, how can you turn down an excuse from the 'Do-It-All' team?" Sunao believes that he should, but would feel too guilty if he left Sora with all the work, but his friends do have a point. It all just seems like a sign of stress/anxiety. Perhaps a few extra hours of relief are just what he needs. "Fine," he agreed.

The bell rung moments afterwards. "You all should be heading to class," Nanami suggested.

"Hai," Shinichiro said, getting up and taking his leave, without saying good-byes of any sort-his normal behavior. Nanami turned to Sora, "I want a moment alone with Sunao." Sora glanced over to the pinkette, who offered him a reassuring smile, "I guess I'll see you in a while."

"Y-yeah," he said before he left as well, waving to his closest friend farewell for now. Nanami waited a few moments before he began discussing with Sunao. "So, tell me, is everything alright between you and Hashiba-kun?"

Sunao nodded. "He's been really considerate, like he's always looking out for me…protecting me. However he's trying his hardest for me to feel like everything is okay, now. But I just can't pass this feeling that I owe Hashiba." He bows his head, hiding the up coming tears. "As our relationship blooms, I feel more and more guilty after all that I did. After all that was planned to happen. I just don't understand how he could just let it all go."

"Sunao…" Nanami walked over and wrapped his arms around the boy. Sunao just began to cry, trying to muffle it in Nanami's shoulder. "He tells me he loves me, and I love him as well…but there's this feeling that follows me, telling that I'm unworthy and reminds me of the hate I bared, reminding me of the fact that I could've killed him back then."

"What does Hashiba say?"

"That everything is in the past and we can move on."

"Sunao…what do you say?"

It was a few hours before lights out, and Sunao was in his room, getting ready for bed. He was already dressed in sleeping clothes-a plain white shirt and dark green pajama bottoms. His hair was unbounded from the pony-tail. He sat on his bed, brushing his long pink hair, when Sora walked in from his shower.

"Ah," he heaved a sigh, "Nothing like a shower before bed." He flopped onto his bed, enjoying the comforting mattress he landed on, hugging his pillow. Sunao watched as sapphire- eyed boy nuzzled against his pillow, putting the brush on the nightstand. He kept his legs together, rested his hands on his lap, and looking down in that direction. "Umm…Hashiba," Sunao said in a quiet and nervous tone. Sora turned over on his bed, now facing his lover, noticing how uneasy he appeared. "What's wrong, Fujimori," he asked. Fujimori stood up from his bed and walked over to the other's bed, sitting on the edge of Sora's bed and back facing him. Sora could only see the side profile of Sunao's face, until he turned his face away. "Sunao?"

"Hashiba…do you hate me?" Sora's eyes widened to that question. How could he even wonder such a thing; however, this apparently was something serious to his lover, thus why he decided to approach the situation calmly. He sat up slowly, so he wouldn't startle the other, wrapping his arms around him, pulling him closer. Sora leaned up against the wall with Sunao resting on his front side. "No," he whispered, "I could never hate you, Sunao." Sunao leaned into Sora.

"I love you, Hashiba," he said, "but I feel that I don't deserve you." He paused, taking a quiet deep breath before he continued. "I just don't understand how you could love me after all I've done to you. It feels like there's a reminder always there, telling me all what I've done in the past. But now, here I am, in your arms, Aizawa's gone, and now I'm living this new life. It's happening so fast I…" he was interrupted when he felt Hashiba's hand under his chin, turning his face to face Sora's, just before he pressed his lips against the other's. Sunao's eyes shut tightly, taking in this moment as he wraps his arms around Sora's neck. Sora moved back and pulled Sunao into a hug.

"None of that was your fault nor do I hold a grudge over it. The only person who was responsible for all that is dead now. You're free Sunao, and I wish I could take all your pain of all those years being brainwashed by that man…and it hurts me knowing that you are still under his influence, but I promise, Sunao…I swear that I am going to do my best to give you days of happiness, to pull you out of the darkness you were dragged in."

"Hashiba…"

"Do you believe me, Sunao?" It took a few moments for Sunao to respond. It was all so much for him to sink, to fully understand he was saying. He knew Hashiba wasn't lying, but his heart struggled to believe his words. He nodded. "Good," Sora said. "It's getting a little late. We should be getting to bed."

"Hashiba?"

"Hm?"

"Could I sleep with you?" Sora's eyes softened. He smiled as he scooted over for Sunao to get under the covers. Sora held Sunao in a loving embrace. "I love you, Sunao," he whispered in his ear. Sunao smiled peacefully as he drifted off to sleep, managing to say, "I love you too," right before both fell asleep.

Needs a little work, I know, but I'm getting there slowly yet surely. Anyways I hope you're enjoying it as I enjoy writing it…yes I'm writing it too. Please R&R.