The song in chapter six was "Seven Swans" by Sufjan Stevens by the way.

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Chapter Seven

"The Obscurity"

'you remind me-'

Haru's stirred, grunting softly in his sleep. Hands fisted in the blankets so tightly they might rip, tears glinting in the corners of his eyes, he thrashed around on the small couch, pictures flashing behind his eyes.

'Beautiful tanned skin, and a smile he would die for. His voice was deep, but held a feminen tone that echoed in Haru's ears. Long, thin, gentle hands ran over his pale body, those soft, plump lips kissing a trail up his neck, until deep crimson eyes were level with his own chocolate brown.

"You remind me," he whispered, pausing to peck Haru on the lips. "You remind me of something beautiful."'

His face met the pillow, and he was calmed for only a moment, before the restless movement began once more, and the images in his dreams became too graphics for his mind to grasp.

'Those hands, so soft and pretty, they were rotting to the core, and though the face remained beautiful, the skin took its usual deathly gray.

"P-please.." Those plump lips begged, taking a dark ashen hue. "Help me!"

Haru clutched his hand hopelessly, crying as the boy's thin fingers broke off at his touch.

The elegant being before him, his lovely dream, was falling apart.

"Please!" The boy's voice called, slowly becoming raspy and cracked.

His eyelids twitched as his body tried to wake. Sweat rolled down his face, running into fresh tears. His hands still held the covers in a death grip, his legs getting tangled, but kicking forcefully at the air.

'..please'

Thick lashes spread, to uncover fearful brown eyes, staring blankly into the dark livingroom.

'p-please.. love me.'

His hair was sticking up in all directions, face wet with sweat and tears. He idly wondered if he'd lost any weight, seeing as he'd been sweating so much lately. The loud thumping that usually accompanied the spirit was absent, but Haru couldn't brush the feeling that he was being watched.

"Um, hello?" He called.

Dammit, what was that boy's name again?

He rapped himself on the head, cursing himself inwardly for being so stupid. He'd heard it so many times before! How could he be so stupid as to forget his name?! His eyes scanned the room, knowing that the spirit wouldn't come unless he addressed him by name, he screamed at him as he had earlier.

It started with a k, he knew that much, and it was short, but invoked such a strong feeling within him, that he felt like he would burst.

"K-Kyo!" He exclaimed, mentally patting himself on the back. "Kyo?"

The room was deathly quiet, not even the sound of the wind, or the creaking of the stairs.

"Kyo, please." He whispered, hoping not to wake his family. "I want to help you!"

The sudden snap of a window crashing open alarmed him, rain pouring into the room. In a flash of lightening, he could see the outline of the boy he was looking for approaching him, his thin figure crouching down to Haru's eye level.

"How do you -the one who can't even remember my name, who dares do such disgusting things to himself in my house, who screams at me, and cusses! How do you expect to help me?!" Those pale eyes were glaring down at him, his anger causing blood to fling in all directions.

Haru was speechless, to say the least, and could only stare as the specter ranted.

"I should rip you to pieces, set your precious smut on fire and burn you with it!" There was a jealousy in his eyes, a painful bitterness that the milky veil couldn't cover.

A dark liquid ran freely from his eyes, thick and murky. It fell from his chin, spashing carelessly onto floor below. His teeth were pearly white in the darkness, many missing on the left side of his face, where a long, slender scar ran from his eye, over his lip, and under the collar of his gnarled shirt.

"Stupid human, are you-"

Haru silenced the boy in the only way he could, grasping his hand and pulling him into their second kiss. He held back a gasp as he felt the dead boy's freezing lips crash against his own, and kept his composure as he realized that kissing a ghost may just make him a Necrophiliac.

"I'm not perfect." He mumbled into the other boy's mouth. "But I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

He was pushed violently into the back of the couch, as Kyo's eyes searched his for any detection of a lie. He found nothing, earning himself a small smile from the teen below him.

"I'm dead." The orange headed boy whispered in disbelief.

"I don't care." Was the muttered reply, before Haru stood to look him in the eyes.

He took one cold, clammy hand into his own, realizing for only a moment that the old ghost myths weren't true, for he was touching a spirit of the dearly departed, and his hand wasn't slipping through.

"How may I serve you?" He ducked his head in a mock bow.

He fell forward suddenly, barely able to catch himself before he hit the floor. The orange haired ghost was gone, and he couldn't understand why. He spun around the room desperately, trying to find the source of Kyo's departure.

Was he gone.. forever?

"Haru, what are you doing awake this late?" A deep voice scolded.

His father stood in the doorway, clothed in only his bathrobe and a pair of boxers, clutching a glass off water in his hairy hands. The man jumped as a loud thumping resounded from the ceiling, muttering something about 'being dead doesn't give you an excuse for being rude'.

"Uh," Haru drew out tiredly. "The.. noise woke me up."

His father nodded, bidding him a good night, and dragging himself back up to bed. Haru flinched as the window slammed itself shut, wrapping his warm blanket around his shivering figure.

"You know," He mumbled sleepily. "for a vengeful spirit, you sure are shy."

He yawned, not really caring as a shiver ran up his spine, and the feeling of being watched overtook him for what seemed like the billionth time since he'd moved in. His eyes closed, and his breaths became even.

Faded crimson eyes watched over him until morning, wishing more than anything that he could fall asleep in those warm arms.

to be continued

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I might change the genre to horror/romance, which I've never done, but won't mind doing if my reviewers decide this is too mushy to be horror/supernatural.

Also, in Oreo-Chan's chapter six review, I recieved possibly the most amusing summary of the chapter:

"Anyway, Haru jerking off and catching a ghost-Kyo watching him seemed so in-character it was scary. Haru's parents getting scared by the ghost was creepy, and Hiro shouldn't be thinking pervy things about the peanut butter."

So if you missed anything, you don't have to bother going back and reading it again.

Reviews are always appreciated!