They sat down facing each other, feeling the tension rise in the room. Sengoku exhaled slowly at the same time Kirihara inhaled. "Well--" "So--" "You go first." "Ah, ok…" Both were silent for a few more heartbeats. Kirihara looked up from the ground and stared at the red head in shock. "You--" "What's wrong?" "You…you're disapearing…" "Damn. We don't have much time." "Sengoku-kun…?" "We'll just have to do this the hard way. Close your eyes." Kirihara closed his eyes obediently, but they flung open at the sensation of Sengoku's hand passing through his head. "Wha?"
He slowly registered his surroundings, even though it seemed to make no sense. A train. Alright, good metaphor. Now what the hell does it represent, damnit? The conducter's voice announced the stop, to Kirihara's surprise. That's where I got off when I ran away…Am I in the past?! The people around him got up and streamed through the doors. He stood and was about to follow when a black-haired teenager in a dirty tee-shirt and ratty jeans ran by him and out the doors. Wait, WHAT? That was me, right? I'm so confused. Sengoku-kun, where are you? The doors closed on a near-empty train and began rushing through the darkness of the underground, the automated clock reading 4 pm. No, he's headed to that bus stop, asking for a cigarette from me. Heh, and I'll be freezing my ass off without my…jacket…Didn't I leave it on the train? It should be right…there! This is crazy. Well, I can get it back now. He stood up again to retrieve the school jacket with his name written in sharpie on the sleeve, but was slammed back into his seat by the abrupt stop. Ouch. Damn you, Fate!
The invocation did not go amiss, as a very handsome red head in nice clothes strolled on and sat next to the jacket. "Sengoku!" No response. "Sen-kun!" Kirihara felt embarrassed at the pet name, but that would have at least caused a reaction. The past version of Sengoku picked the jacket. "What the hell does it say? Some kid's name?" he read from the sleeve. So what, my marker slipped on the kanji! It's not that bad… "What school? Oh! I'm transferring to this high school…I hope not all of them write this badly." YOU BASTARD! I'll get you back for that. He tucked the jacket into his bag and pulled up his hood. That's mine, punk!! The redhead put in his earphones, and smiled lackadaisically. Kirihara's heart stopped and all thoughts of vengeance disappeared. They sat there for a while, the train swaying them back and forth through stop and the passengers coming and going.
Kirihara was attempting to reason out the highly illogical events surrounding his past and present selves. Ok, I ran away the same day that Sengoku transferred in to the high school. I have dreams of him until he vanishes; am I following his past until the present? Will I wake up then? I must have pissed Fate off something horrible to get this tangled in reality.A rustling distracted him from his stream of unconsciousness; The redhead had pulled a letter from the pocket of his jeans and carefully unfolded it. A flash of emotion clouded his brillant green eyes. Kirihara winced at the expression; he felt the pain stabbing into the past Sengoku. It passed in a moment, but Kirihara felt himself move over and into the adjacent seat. He wrapped his arms, existant or not, around the muscular torso. "I'm scared too," he murmured into his ear. He closed his eyes. Half an hour until the end of this train ride, and I really only know that Sengoku is not supposed to be in my dreams. He's supposed to be at my school. The people at the town will know him; that's what Sanada said, right? But he was hiding something from me. Kirihara glanced at Sengoku's watch and groaned inwardly. Correction, less than half an hour until our stop and I know jack.
He buried his face in the shirt collar, counting heartbeats until a small noise distracted him. The redhead had set the letter aside and ran a cursory hand through the strands of hair falling about his face, pulling some to the side. Kirihara was far more interested in the letter. Son, I'm leaving your mother but I can't take you along with me. Stay strong for O-kaa -san's sake. Love, Pappa. Kirihara dropped it as if it were on fire, yet he felt numb. "Dear Akaya. Love, O-kaa-san." Sengoku next to him shivered as if cold, and then pulled out the jacket. He put it on, and smirked. "Small, but it'll do." Kirihara embraced him again, willing warmth to reach him. A slowly darkening image was forming in the raven-haired boy's mind, and it scared him. Oh god. What have I done?
Yo! I'm out of school, and this story will be wrapped up ASAP. Apologies for not uploading faster, but life has been wonky. Anyway, THE PLOT THICKENS!! maybe it just is gettin chunkier. Hmm. And no, Kirihara is NOT molesting Sen here. He's attempting to keep him warm, like a blanket. (coos)
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