Dreaming

Keiichi could do little in his state. Only listen as people swarmed around him. He was numbed from shock, and thankful for it. He struggled to breathe, coughing, wheezing. Darkness pounded down on him, but his friends cries helped him through. He knew what would happen if he gave up. He felt that everything was wrong, though. He felt he wasn't supposed to get hit. That the bullet should have missed.

Above him, an angel called out his name. But he had no idea who it was. Images flooded his head. His mind was muddy and confused. He weakly raised a hand, maybe a millimeter from the ground, then dropped it. But he was the only one who saw it. The only one who could see Hanyuu. The only one who saw Takano suddenly disappear. Hanyuu turned her head to him, and winked, before turning away. He knew what the wink meant.

It never happened, as far as they were concerned.

Once again, he looked up at his friends. They were crying. But...where was Mion? His lung suddenly gave a burst of pain, and he gasped. Why was this happening. An image of the bullet hitting a tree flashed through his mind. Why. His mind was weak at the moment though.

He heard stomping boots. Guns going off. Hanyuu said...something. He didn't know what. And then he dropped off a cliff towards water...drowning...sinking...darkness...

COF

The bat swung down. Again. And again. And again. Mion weakly crawled for the door. And again. And again. And again. Rena stared up at him, her arms held out, barely keeping on her knees. 'Believe me...' And again. And again. And again. Blood coated his face. The damned syringe. Why.

And again.

Limp bodies were on his floor. Blank eyes stared at nothing. One was at his foot, the owners head crushed a few feet away. He vomited, feeling and tasting their blood. Why. Why was this happening? Why weren't they at the hill? Why didn't they win? What was this?

It never happened...it did...you killed them...no, it never happened...it did.

But not here.

He was suddenly preparing to leave for the city. A funeral. But no. If he left, he would have Hinamizawa Syndrome. He played sick. He never went. He never swung the bat again, and again, and again.

But you did.

Keiichi felt he was losing his mind, one piece at a time.

COF

The moon gleamed. At the other end of the roof, light was reflected off a blade. They charged at each other, sweat dropping like a plane with no wings. Why. Why was Rena going at him with a blade? Why did he have a bat? A cling was heard, and then Rena was on top. She won.

And again. And again. And again. Blood splattered the walls.

Rena had tried to hide body parts in a fridge. 'No, we shouldn't hide the pieces here, it's going to be deforested. Why not in the Sonozaki prison well?' No fighting. No itchy neck. No aliens. This never happened.

But the first did. But not here.

Rena looked up at him, holding out her arms.

Satoko's uncle lie limp. He brought the bat down Again. And again.

And again. The body. It wasn't there. His face in mud. Ooishi looking at a hole. Where was the body?

These visions clouded his head. They kept him chained. And they flashed through his mind. Again.

And again.

And again.

(A/N : Alright. Sorry if this was confusing. I wanted it that way. Keiichi wouldn't be able to piece this together. Though as you can see, he might go insane himself. Maybe Mion won't be alone if she cracks.

Thanks to anyone who reviewed. Because I have no clue what gets carried onto FF, I'm going to use COF to break up pieces of a chapter. I might post another one Sunday, or next week. Your reviews keep me writing. Consider this a small interlude. It's much less words than I thought it was.)