Author's Note: Last but not least, here is the alien ending, because it's just not Silent Hill without a goofy ending involving aliens. This one is, of course, very silly.

-Kurosaki Hisoka-

"Tsuzuki!" I run over to my partner, stopping right in front of him. He's laying slumped against the walls of the corner, motionless. He doesn't look at me. He doesn't acknowledge I'm there at all. He doesn't even seem to be breathing.

No, he can't be dead! He has to live! He can't leave me! I'll save him, I have to save him! Keeping one hand hovering just above his injured wrist and placing the other on his chest, I begin trying to heal him, pouring as much energy into him as I can.

"Tsuzuki, please, wake up! Don't go, don't leave me!"

"Hisoka..." A voice calls. I look up at Tsuzuki, but it's not from him. Is it Tatsumi? It calls again. It doesn't sound like Tatsumi...it sounds like Tsuzuki. But...he's not talking. What's going on?

"Hisoka! Hisoka!"

I awaken with a start to a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. Tsuzuki is leaning over me looking concerned. Relief floods his face when he sees I'm awake, but he's still worried.

"Are you alright? You kept thrashing around and moaning in your sleep."

Am I alright? I think so. Ah, that's right...I was having a nightmare. I nod. "Just a nightmare..." It must have been some nightmare too, because I feel terrified. I must have slept in some really awkward positions, because my whole body feels sore. I think about it for a moment, trying to remember what the nightmare was about. A desolate town, my worst fears coming to life...Tsuzuki committing a successful suicide.

"Hisoka?"

I look back up at Tsuzuki. He looks worried again. "I had a dream we had a mission with Tatsumi to this town called Silent Hill in America." I explained, "Two Shinigami had already vanished while investigating the place. It was terrible...the town was bringing my worst nightmares to life. It did the same to you, too... The last thing I remember is finding you-" I cut myself off, not wanting to say 'suicide'. Tsuzuki is staring at me with wide eyes, mouth agape. I hope my last sentence didn't trigger any bad memories. I give him a questioning look.

"I had the same dream."

Now it's my turn to be surprised. "You did?"

Tsuzuki nods. "Mhmm. It was...the scariest nightmare I've ever had. It felt so real..."

"That's weird..." I say, wondering how our dreams could have synchronized like that. Does my empathy pick up on his dreams and affect my own now too? We were sharing a bed, so the close proximity could have had something to do with it. It hasn't happened before, but I guess it's possible.

Actually...where are my clothes? I can understand waking up shirtless, I can almost even understand waking up without pants if it was really hot, but there is one particular article of clothing that should not be missing, especially since I'm not sleeping alone. I glance over at Tsuzuki, now realizing he is also shirtless. I'm just going to assume he isn't wearing anything else either, because I'm definitely not going to look to find out.

"Tsuzuki..." I start slowly, trying not to look at him, fully knowing my face is turning red, "Where are our clothes?"

He opens his mouth to answer me, but apparently he doesn't know either. "Er..." He looks around the room before pointing to the floor. "Oh. There they are."

I look down at the floor and find the missing objects strewn about on both sides of the bed, as if they were carelessly cast aside at some point during the night. Now, it's perfectly normal for Tsuzuki to leave his clothes on the floor, but he always replaces them with pajamas. At least, when I'm with him he does. Whatever he does when he's alone is his business, and I don't care to know. I know I most certainly don't leave my clothes on the floor before I go to bed. Nor do I sleep naked.

Does that mean Tsuzuki...did we...oh, hell no. How would I forget something like THAT?

I do remember coming back to Tsuzuki's house after a mission. It had been a particularly stressful one and left me exhausted. I could have gone back to my house, but, to be perfectly honest, I hadn't wanted to be alone. Of course, I wasn't going to tell Tsuzuki that, but it worked out well since I was ready to collapse anyway and he had offered me to stay here. Actually, I don't recall much else after that. I think I collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep instantly. I don't even recall changing into pajamas. Pretty sure I fell asleep with my clothes on, jacket and all.

So then...did Tsuzuki decide to take them off? No, he wouldn't do that...right? I mean, if it was just my jacket, I wouldn't mind, but he wouldn't remove everything. Unless he was drunk...he did have sake when we got back, despite me telling him to just go to sleep. No, he wouldn't...but then...why else wouldn't I have any clothes on? Did he somehow spike one of my drinks enough to make me pass out and not remember what happened?

"Tsuzuki! What the hell did you do last night? I know YOU had a glass of sake. Did you spike my drink, then...do...stuff..." I trail off for a second, not even completely sure where I was going with that sentence, before quickly bringing it back to alcohol. "I swear, if you spiked my drink, I will strangle you!"

"What? No! I didn't! I mean, I did think about it..."

"You THOUGHT ABOUT IT?" Enma help me if my hands find his neck.

"I mean...it was just a passing thought! I didn't actually do it!"

"You did something, Tsuzuki, because I can't remember anything past coming home and you pouring yourself a glass of sake last night!"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry!"

I stop. He doesn't remember either? What, did he get himself wasted then spike my drink so I'd forget too? "You don't remember?"

"No! I don't! I know you were really tired, I think you fell asleep before you even changed into pajamas. I could have sworn I had pajamas on before I went to bed..." He trails off, brow furrowed, apparently trying hard to remember what had happened. A moment later, his eyes grow wide. "We were...abducted...by aliens..."

I stare at him. Abducted by aliens? What the hell? It's times like these I have to try to remind myself why I love him so much, because he's about one step away from being suffocated. "Abducted, Tsuzuki? I'm NOT LAUGHING!"

"No! It's not a joke! I'm serious!"

"That sake must have messed with your brain, because now you sound utterly ridiculous!"

Tsuzuki pouts. "But, Hisoka, I know what I'm talking about! I remember waking up briefly and being strapped down to a cold table with aliens looking down at me, and you were on a table beside me! But then they must have knocked me out again!"

"TSUZUKI!" I can't take it anymore. I lunge at Tsuzuki, hoping to beat the truth out of him. Unfortunately, the action sends us both tumbling over the side of the bed and onto the floor, tangled in blankets. Still, I manage to pin him down. "Enma help me, Tsuzuki, because I'm about to kill his best Shinigami! The longer it takes for you to tell the truth, the slower and more painful it's going to be!"

"But I AM telling the truth! That's what I remember!" Tsuzuki whines, adamant that we got abducted by aliens last night.

I'm about to yell at him again, but abruptly stop, remembering the fact neither of us are wearing any clothes and realizing the awkward position I've landed us in. I try to move off of Tsuzuki, only to have my hand slip from the blanket on the hardwood floor and leaving me to fall back on top of Tsuzuki. To make matters worse, the blankets are wrapped around us in a tangled mess. One of Tsuzuki's legs is wrapped up with one of mine, and trying to kick the blanket off to free said leg isn't proving useful. Of course, there isn't much blanket between us so much as wrapped around us. And we're still both naked.

If my face wasn't red before, it definitely is now.

Before either of us get a chance to do anything else, something outside the window catches our attention. We both turn to look toward it.

Hovering there is some sort of UFO, one of its windows parallel with Tsuzuki's. Three creatures I can only describe as aliens are laughing, one pointing at us. We must look ridiculous, both from our positions and the expressions on our faces, because it looks like they just started laughing harder. I simply stare, still too stunned to say anything. No way. There are NOT aliens outside of Tsuzuki's house.

"Tsuzuki...please, PLEASE tell me this is another dream."

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"I'm not sure at this point."

Tsuzuki pinches my arm, though neither of us have taken our eyes off of the aliens just outside the window.

"Ow!"

"Nope, not a dream, sorry."

"..."

"..."

The aliens have apparently gotten their fill of laughter, because they are now waving at us. A second later, the UFO takes off, vanishing into the sky as if it was never there. After staring at the window for another half a minute, trying to register what just happened, I finally look back at Tsuzuki.

"Not a single word of any of this is to ever be spoken of. Or thought of. Don't even think of it. Pretend it never happened. In fact, let's get back in bed, try to sleep a little longer, and forget anything that happened between the time we walked in the house last night to the time we get up again. Agreed?"

Tsuzuki gives a small nod, apparently shocked he was right and we aren't dreaming. "Agreed."

Author's Note: And there we have it! The end of this fanfiction. Thank you to my loyal readers and reviewers, who gave me the encouragement to continue writing! I hope I did well getting into the minds of the characters and bringing out their own personal nightmares, and I hope you enjoyed the various endings. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Thank you again to all those who read, reviewed, and encouraged me to finish this story!