Fear

Time passed after that happened and Leo was sitting in the library. He had a thick book in hand. He was staring at the words on the page. The words didn't seem to make sense to Leo. More like he wasn't paying attention enough to understand them. He was too busy glancing up at Elliot, who was reading a book as well. He was intently staring into the book, as if it was very intriguing. But what was worrying Leo was the fact the Elliot didn't seem to be bothered by the dream anymore. Either that or he wasn't showing his true emotions. Elliot had a habit of doing that when he didn't want people to fuss or worry of him.

Since the event in the piano room, hours have passed. It was around 6 o'clock at night to be exact. Because of this the room was turning a nice golden color. Leo glanced outside and saw the sun barely peeking over the land. It was a nice unfathomable orange-yellow color. He would have sat there and admired the sun a bit more but he didn't have time. He probably was making the whole dream thing a big deal, when it really wasn't. He tried to make himself stop worrying, but it never really did anything for him. It would somehow creep back into his mind. Leo thought of approaching Elliot with this matter, but decided against it. He didn't want to make Elliot remember such a dream, if he even forgot about it.

Even though they have been friends for a long time it seems, Leo has never really been able to approach Elliot on anything. He never wanted to make him worry about meaningless problems. That's just how Leo's been. And it all started with his family. His family never seemed to like Leo very much. They just ignored him when he was around. And after his mother had passed away, he was taken to an orphanage. At the orphanage, the kids never understood Leo. They were also bothered by the fact that he also had his hair in his face, never showing his eyes to anyone. But that wasn't the only purpose for Leo not opening up to anyone. His real reason was that no one ever understood him. They all jeered and thought he was different just because he wasn't like everyone else. This is why Leo decided the read books. He read them for entertainment, instead of talking to people. He thought the world in a book was so much for fascinating then the outside world he lived in.

That was all until Elliot had showed up. Once he appeared into his life everything was different. He showed him what friendship and the world was really like. For this reason, Leo stuck with Elliot. He had given him something that was so precious, something so fragile. And that gift was friendship, knowing what it's like to be liked. But that was the reason he never opened up to him. As much as they were friends, he didn't want Elliot to be concerned with senseless matters. Leo also feared the thought of losing Elliot. He didn't want Elliot to start thinking he was outlandish. So he never really opened up to him often. Elliot probably knows this as well but doesn't seem bothered by it.

Elliot then closed the book he was reading. He got up from his chair and strolled over to the bookcase. He scanned the various titles and put his book back in the correct spot. Leo sat there in the other chair and watched him. He observed the way he walked, acted, and hand motions. Sometimes he could tell if something was wrong with Elliot by the littlest difference in his actions. But there was nothing different. If Elliot was hiding something, then he was doing a good job of it.

Elliot then turned to face Leo. His face had a bright vibrant smile on it. They were no flaws in anything. It showed no emotions except happiness. For some reason this got Leo very concerned. Elliot was acting strange and he knew it. But he couldn't figure out just what was bothering him. "Hey Leo, you should stop reading. In this light, it will hurt your eyes" Elliot said in a happy tone. He didn't realize it but it was very dark. The sun must have officially set because the room wasn't the orange color it was a couple of minutes ago.

"Oh yeah I didn't even notice" Leo laughed it off. "You must love books that much you don't even notice huh?" Elliot said awkwardly. He silently shut his book. He stood himself up and wandered over to the bookshelf. He placed the book in alphabetical order, like it was supposed to be. There was a silence between them, like a small tension. And the stupid awkwardness was all because of the dream. The exact dream that Elliot wouldn't let go off. And he wouldn't talk to Leo about it. Elliot had his rights not to tell him. But if it was bothering him this much then he could at least let some pressure of himself. And because Elliot refused to talk to him about it, there was awkwardness between them.

"Hey Leo, Do you want to go play piano?" Elliot asked after the several moments of silence. Leo was surprised at that question; it was something he wasn't expecting. He slowly turned to Elliot, who was now looking out the window. "Sure" Leo replied back. He suddenly turned to Leo with a big smile. "Good! Cause I've been itching to play you this new song I write last night" Elliot proclaimed. Leo smiled and nodded his agreement. They both then left the library and started down for the piano room. There were a couple floors in the Nightray Mansion and the piano room happened to be on the first floor. They were currently on the second.

The hallway was a very elegant blue color. Since the sun had gone down, the hallway lost its color. It changed whatever color the moon wanted it to look for the night. Leo guessed that the moon wanted it to look like a dark blue. The floor was a different story though. Since not much light could reach the floor, it was a dark black color. It was the kind of color that you were expected to be dragged into. It reminded him of the abyss. Like the abyss was coming up and dragging them both into the hell-ish bottomless pit.

They then reached the stairs. They were plain as anything, straight down stairs. But when you looked at the bottom of the stairs, everything was black. Things like this never really scared Leo, but this got him a little freaked out. Only because Elliot was acting weird and everything was pitch black around 7 o'clock. It wasn't supposed to get this dark until at least 9! But he nevertheless kept up the pace with Elliot.

They both started going down the stairs. As they progressed down the stairs, the darkness got bigger. It looked as if it were going to engulf them both. When they both got to the bottom of the stairs, it was like a black mist was upon them. Elliot seemed to make nothing of it, as if he was used to it. Leo didn't hesitate either but it just seemed kind of creepy to him.

They then finally reached the piano room. Leo twisted the doorknob and pushed the door inwards. The room was the way it always was. It was plain ordinary room with a piano in the center. It was a bit darker than before but it was still the same. Elliot walked past Leo and into the room.

"Come on Leo! I want to show you my song!" Elliot said as he placed himself on the bench. "

You're acting like such a kid Elliot" Leo bluntly stated as he closed the door. He started over towards Elliot, who was getting ready to play.

He then began to play. Leo sat himself next to Elliot on the bench as he was playing. The song was a very gentle song at first. It had a simple melody with a soothing tempo. He was playing a lot of high notes so it gave it a very happy tone. His fingers began to shift to the other side of the piano. This shift made the high notes decreasingly turn lower and darker. This movement had struck Leo. The song that was being played then turned dark and melancholy. He noticed the way Elliot's fingers were moving too. They were moving gently and lightly before. But not they were moving swiftly and roughly. This is when Leo knew something was wrong. He knew that Elliot was still being bothered by the dream. He knew it all and still couldn't help him; Because Elliot didn't want him to know.

Elliot glanced at Leo a couple of times while he was still playing. Leo tried to smile to give him support but it wasn't holding out much. Elliot must have saw this and gradually let the song faded out.

"Are you alright Leo?" Elliot inquired. His face looked kind of worried.

"Yeah I'm fine. Why did you stop playing? I really liked your song" Leo lied. That wasn't really a lie though. He really did like his song. But it is just the fact that Elliot won't tell him and uses a song to vent his feelings. He decreasingly lost sight of the thing he called trust. That same trust he saw last night when Elliot fell asleep playing piano.

"Yeah the song isn't really done yet. I don't know where I'm going with it so I don't know if I'm going to finish it. I didn't even give it a name. Elliot answered back.

Then silence over took the conversation. They just didn't know what to say to each other. Elliot got himself up from the bench. He walked over to the coffee table, the same one that had the picture on it. He had picked it up and stared at it for a few minutes.

"Leo do you remember this photo?" Leo shook his head and Elliot laughed. "I don't remember much but from the looks of it I think I was the day you agree to be my servant. You look so happy in the picture though! I have never seen a picture of you before with a smile on your face. You should smile in picture more often!"

"Elliot what are you talking about I've never smiled in pictures before" Leo stated, "even in that photo, I'm not smiling" He then realized what was going on. Elliot was seeing something completely different than what he himself saw.

Elliot paused for a moment. He kept looking at the picture. "No Leo…. You're smiling in this photo. I know it because it's right here!" Elliot said. It sounded as if he was getting a little angry. This made Leo get up, he walked on over to Elliot. The picture frame was the same as it always was. It was a solid brown color. The picture though was different. In the photo, Elliot was smiling but Leo was not.

"Elliot…. I'm not smiling in this photo. Where did you get the idea that I was?" Leo said. Elliot looked at Leo. His eyes were clouded by thoughts but he looked sort of devastated. His face darkens a bit and lowers. Elliot still stares down at the photo, as if something might change. His hands tighten his grip on the photo. Leo reaches his hand out for the frame, hoping that if he took it away Elliot wouldn't feel as bad. But Elliot saw Leo's action and moved away from him. Tension started to form between them once again.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed" Elliot said. He shoved the frame in Leo's hands and stormed out the door. Leo was then left there by himself to wonder what really just happened. Elliot was seeing things different than what Leo was seeing. How can you miss something that obvious, something that can't change even if you wanted it to? How can you see a picture different then everyone else? Leo didn't understand but he did know one thing. That something was terribly wrong with Elliot.


yay next chapter complete! :D

i already have some ideas for the next chapter~

i didn't like what i did with the ending (it could have been done a lot better)