REN

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はすは引き裂く


"Once again, I escaped from the endless darkness. I called out that name softly. The music of dawn awoke me. The name of that beautiful flower." – Nana


The beginning conversation between Draco and dream Ren is translated at the very end of the chapter:

従って行くことである何をすることをことがあるか。 ベッドに1日中とどまることを行っているか。

"Go away."

今は私が死んだのでこの残念な状態にあったこと私が印象の下にだったので実際にほしいと思う何がことである。

"Ren is that you?"

誰それはであり、あなたの心に通うか。 今度は私はあなたの目を良く開けることを必要とするか。 私のためのそれらのかなり青い目を開けなさい。

"No…! You'll just go away again."

私はからかうもどって来る。 近いok、実質の終わりである。 やがて私達の夢は良く会うか。

"ok."

それはよい男の子である。



The light was blinding burning my eye sockets but I refused to shut my eyes. It was one week from March 4th the trip to Ren's home town and I was in a sorry state.

"Fuck…"

The old building where Ren lived with Nana was kept up, routinely checked on so that when one walked into the place it felt warm and cozy and well lived in as though Ren's car had not crashed into it as though Ren had never died. But no one had lived there in a long time and my heart broke because of it. That first night I had stayed there alone while the others' retired to Nobu's parents place. I, of course, wouldn't leave this almost sacred den. It was where Ren had been found as an infant where he had lived and I felt an odd connection to him despite the fact that he was long gone. It was like he had been sitting there, next to me as I peered out the window and watched the snow fall onto the ground.

The rest of that week until the 4th, you might wonder? Oh, I was pathetically depressed crying alone in my room when I wasn't with the others, feeling like I didn't belong at all.

I could still remember that fight with Nobu, who had asked suddenly why I was there, who was I to even feel sadness?

"You act as though you never had a life other then Ren but I see it rich boy. You want to act all tough but you're some weird groupie poser that Ren just felt sorry for before he died. You're just trying to take what you can. So go back to your normal life back where ever the hell you're from!"

"My life was never simplistic I never tried to entertain such thoughts of normalcy. I will however say this; he was my friend the one person I loved most. If I could take Nana to him I would, for his sake do anything Nobu-San." I had said hotly, I wonder if it was because I was drunk. "And that is why I am here feeling the way I do. If you feel the need to confront anyone on their coldness over the situation regarding Ren's death then take it up with Nana Osaki-who could not even grace this place to honor his memory."

I had known I had gone too far but my point had been made. Nobu didn't speak to me again after that and everyone was eerily quiet.

I left that night, refusing to be in a place where I was not welcome and somehow I ended up not in room 707 but in Pansy's flat.

"Draco, are you going to get up?"

That was one week ago.

"I'm up, just lying here for a moment."

"Well, there is breakfast at the table."

Pansy looked the same from out school days. Her hair was the same cut it was before and her eyes were just as sharp but there was a kindness about her now, a humbleness that she now exuded and she smiled kindly for the most curious of things.

When I had come back to England, just popping up in her living room she didn't question. She smiled as I collapsed onto my knees, kindly held me as I cried and lovingly told me that it would pass my sadness would pass and I was not alone that Reira needed me.

She knew, of course she knew what it was but she never asked questions about it.

When I made the journey to the table Pansy was already gone-to see her mother I assumed and what awaited me on the table was something simple.

I took my seat awkwardly staring at the simple meal that had been lovingly prepared.

"いただきます!"I could almost hear Ren say. If I closed my eyes I could imagine him sitting across from me at the small table shirtless, his pad lock swinging as he would lean over the table to reach for the salt that sat to my right. "すみません!"

I shake my head and the image is gone. I'm alone at the small table; the table which holds one bowl of Miso soup and a one side bowl of rice not the extra Miso and rice that my imagination had provided.

I clasp my hands together, palm against the other with my fingers pointed upwards and repeat what Ren of my imagination had done. "Itadakimasu!" I lift the bowl to my lips, ignoring the other utensils and take a tentative sip before placing it back onto the table. Across from me where Ren of my imagination had been is the salt. I reach across the table and grasp it, copying again Ren of my imaginations move. "Sumimasen!"

I hold back tears as I use the salt shaker, imitating the movement as I had seen it years before whenever Ren had Miso.

It was always salty, had to be salty…just like Nana-San made it.


"So are you going to explain to me why Reira Serizawa is in the company of a boy she mistakes as Draco Malfoy?"

Takumi Ichinose was as composed as ever, sitting across Harry's kitchen table, cigarette hanging limply at his lips. His stormy eyes shut then opened the shut again giving the impression he was fighting sleep despite the fact that he appeared well rested.

"Reira…is none of your business." He said in monotone. You could barely hear the underlying of accent in his voice he spoke so clearly and when he said Reira he pronounced it slowly. "But I guess I should give you something. It's simple really. When Ren died Reira went through a breakdown that she hasn't really recovered from. She doesn't recognize certain people like that child or Draco."

"She doesn't recognize Draco?"

"No." Takumi said. "She thinks he is me and that my son is him and that I am…well it doesn't really matter does it?"

"Oh." Harry said sadly. "I am so sorry."

"You needn't be concerned over the matter." Takumi said leering teasingly. "It makes those gorgeous eyes of yours so sad and that is so not a turn on."

"Pervert." Harry deadpanned. "You always ruin a good moment."

"And you being angry with me just makes you sexy! Shall we take this into your bedroom or just do it on the table?"

"The table definitely. After all I wouldn't want blood all over my room after I murder you."

"You say that but your eyes say something else."

"Nausea?"Harry said laughing. It was hard not to laugh and the subject of Reira, who couldn't remember a face at all, changed to something different. There was joking, friendly banter. Hours passed and it continued only with a dull nagging voice reminding Harry about Malfoy. How Malfoy was not recognized by the beautiful woman he took care of how it must hurt.

The front door opened and a whirlwind of red hair came to view. Harry winced slightly at Ginny's approach-not wanting to deal with her now, but was powerless to stop her.

"Harry, who's your friend?" Ginny asked as she stood by the kitchen sink. She gave Takumi a tentative stare, eyeing him from head to toe.

"This is Takumi Ichinose." He said. "Takumi, this is Ginny."

"Hey there."

"Nice to meet you."

The front door opened again this time with a slam. A woman with long blond hair walked towards the kitchen not pausing to go through the refrigerator. After removing the top from the ice cold beer the woman looked at the three other inhabitants.

The cheating whore of a girl friend, Ginny-the blond already didn't like her. Harry, sitting at the table drinking his own beer staring back at her over his bottle across from…

The blonds' eyes opened wide in shock and she dropped the bottle noticing the third occupant in the kitchen. The bottle cracked spraying browning liquid all over the linoleum floor. Everyone was silent, Ginny and Harry stared in confusion as Takumi stood on shaky legs and approached the blond.

"Nana-San?"

"Takumi…you bastard..!" Nana shouted before she swayed and hit the linoleum floor in a dead faint.


- (To be continued with reviews good ones please.)-

Oh the beginning conversation between Draco and dream Ren is translated here:

'So is that what you are going to do? You gonna stay in bed all day?'

"Go away."

'Now is that what you really want, because I was under the impression that you were in this sorry state because I died.'

"Ren is that you?"

'Who else would it be, haunting your mind? Now I need you to open your eyes ok? Open those pretty blue eyes for me.'

"No…! You'll just go away again."

'I'll be back kid. You're close ok, real close. Soon our dream will be met ok?'

"ok."

'That's a good boy.'

Italics in this chapter are used for Japanese.

Nobu and Draco have finally had their long awaited fight! Though we didn't really see it in this chapter. It was bound to happen and while some of you may construe it as Nobu being a jealous prat (my cousin thinks so) it's actually that he wants to take some of the pain and anger out on someone. He can't yell at Nana since she isn't around

This was short sorry but there isn't anything else to add right now to it. It was a perfect ending…

Not a perfect ending to the story but a perfect ending to the chapter-though this story is close to coming to a close.

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