:) yay chapter 4! soz it took so long. :/ major writers block.
Disclaimer: no i don't own ouran. :(
~~~We're Us~~~
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He was running. He could feel the fear and sadness as the tears slid down. It was strange, because he could feel all of this, yet he was watching the boy in an orange jacket running. They were running. He is me. I'm him.
The rain began to pour down heavier and heavier until his short hair was drenched and plastered across his forehead messily. The cold sickly feeling of droplets sliding down his scalp tickled, and he cringed. Trees were blurring into the gravel; an indiscernible wash of grey and green, fading into the background. It didn't matter. The destination did not matter.
His footsteps were silent even as the shoes splashed into a puddle. No sound. There was no pressure beneath his soles, just a dreamy softness as he flew over.
The boy stopped; he stopped; they stopped. Why did he stop?
An ornately carved gold-plated frame loomed before him, rising towards the sky, the peak invisible above the stormy grey clouds. Squinting upward, he could see nothing more than raindrops striking him between the eyes.
He reached out to touch it, and as expected, the golden curls and spirals were cold. The tips of his fingers traced the contours of the various shapes and flowers distorting like flames from the mouth of a dragon frozen in gold.
What was it?
Lightning flickered in the distance, with a soft grumble of thunder over the horizon.
The boy brushed the edges of the gleaming column with his palm, before hitting something unexpected. An unseen substance blocked him. How curious.
Was it glass? He rapped his knuckles sharply against it, and a dull crystalline whisper echoed into the surroundings.
Two steps to the left. A similar golden column came into view several metres away, previously hidden behind a curtain of drizzle and grey.
Was it a doorway?
He reached out his arm again and the same resistance presented itself. The rain laughed at him, splattering in its high voice on the pebbly ground. He wiped the dripping water from his eyes and scowled, turning away from the invisible wall. It didn't concern him, nor did he care.
A faint curiosity remained. He could sense the boy's anger and the reason behind it, but also the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Like something was missing.
Out of the corner of his eye, at the very edge of his peripheral vision, something moved; something more substantial and conscientious than the rain pitter-pattering down around him, in his clothes and shoes. They spun around, surprised.
Oh. It was another boy. He couldn't sense this one, yet he could. The newcomer had a quirky little smile; cute and innocent…so familiar, but so distant and stranger-like. He backed away; they were frightened by this devilish creature. It was then he realised the stranger was on the other side of the 'glass', and seemed equally shocked to see another person.
Both stood in silence, staring at each other. He shivered as the rain crept deeper into his socks, wrapping around his ankles like worms. The other trembled as well.
He raised a hand in awkward greeting; the other did the same.
One step forward; the other took a step too.
He tilted his head in amusement. Was it a mirror then? The 'mirror-boy' tilted his head and smiled again. It couldn't be a mirror, could it? Blue jacket, orange jacket…but the same auburn hair split oppositely.
He walked right up to the wall of solid air and touched the space between them, his whole palm pressed against nothingness. The other boy copied him; a split second lag in motion – so it wasn't a mirror after all.
He wanted to smile at the other; it felt right. No one was telling him to smile. He wanted to.
The corner of the boy's lips began to pull up and he felt a severe satisfaction as he observed and lived it all at once. He is me. We're smiling.
All of a sudden, the wall was breached and the air shattered into shards of diamond glass. The other boy pushed forward, meeting their hands in the middle – a frozen high five - crushing the glass into a fine powder. Blood flowed. Crystal rained from the sky. It splintered like raindrops on the concrete, refracting and flying away on the wind. Clouds cleared and the sun arrived. As slivers continued to topple from the frame, rainbows burst into existence around them, and a disco of light surrounded the boys in orange and blue.
'We're us,' the other boy spoke with the echo of two.
But as the last fragments chuckled on their fellow pieces, the blue jacketed one drew a shimmering piece from behind, and rushed forward.
The same sickly smile remained as blood began to ravish the wet orange material.
He gasped. No pain? Their hands parted as the boy in orange tumbled into the puddles of diamond. No. I'm him. He's me. We're us.
Blood spread. The rose red soaked the pure pieces of translucent white. The other disappeared; his smile had vanished with him. Tears and rain.
Who is who?
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Hikaru awoke to the sound of his own voice screaming. It was several seconds before he could register what it was that was piercing the sound barrier. It was only a nightmare, and he knew it.
As he stared towards the open window where a little songbird bird had perched itself, one image remained in his mind as the rest slipped away like sand in an hourglass.
'Kaoru… why couldn't I feel it as…' Hikaru sighed.
It had been weeks since he had spoken to anyone, even himself. Nightmares had shoved themselves into his head every single night, all of them involving Kaoru. It just made him feel guilty and angry to be here and not with him.
For the first time since the hospital, he spoke one word, his voice coming out stupid to his own ears and exasperatingly useless.
'Kaoru…'
~~~OvO~~~
A/N: short chapter this time. :) promise it'll get longer. hope you liked this totally random filler chapter - it still leads on tho. :O Hikaru's alive! but where is he?
thnx to: Saya Kurobara, Leaf wants you, SarahJones, Sayshi, XtheXblackXsheepX, Papasbookworm, oOKai-ChiiOo, the anonymous OuranStudent() and all my previous followers :)
nxt up: Running only ever takes you so far, and then you have to start facing what you're running from. Kaoru never wanted to be violent, but could he win a battle against his own mind?
- Lola :)