Everything I Hate Revolves Around You
Lament 14: Paintings are Worth a Tragic Ending
"Daisuke?"
A frazzled looking teenager crashed into a white washed cabin. It was utterly dark. The male flipped on the lightly, illuminating his worst fears.
"Daisuke??"
Dark scrambled inside, not even bothering to close the door.
"Daisuke!!"
It was only after a few frenzied minutes that he finally sank down onto his bed, to realize-
"He's not here…"
He's not here…
The teen rubbed his face, trying to will this latest nightmare away…
He's not here…
There were signs of a hasty escape-or a violent, bloodless struggle. But then again…
The second option or thought was not a pleasant one…
No, don't think about that. Dark told himself quickly. He just…wasn't thinking, he panicked, he ran out…without…wearing…his jacket???
He had raised his face from his hands and was staring at Daisuke's bed. There, lying on his bed were three layers worth of jackets. Okay correction, jackets. But…what could have scared him so much that he'd just run like that and forget this?
"Where did you go, Daisuke…?" He whispered to no one, letting the roar of the storm blow white flakes through the wide open door.
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The storm grew in intensity. In the blinding sheets of ice a small figure with blazing red hair staggered forward, almost falling over numerous times. And yet, the person kept going, though it shouldn't have been possible.
The storm was becoming vicious, biting at the already brittle tree branches and snapping them off with a ruthlessness that was practically inhuman.
Daisuke groped blindly in the whiteness, shuddering so hard he felt as if he would have fallen over by then. But what did keep him going…?
He suddenly realized with dread that he didn't have on his other three layers jackets on.
And that was when he finally collapsed face down into the snow and ice.
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Finally, the incoming sheets of ice jarred Dark's stunned body into action. Shivering, he managed to pull himself off the bed and slam the door shut. Even with the door closed and the heating system having the brains to actually kick in, he still felt a lasting chill.
Never had he felt so…afraid. So lost as to what to do. And that scarred him the most. He had always been in control of things. Weather it had been in sports, in school, in relationships even, he was always able to keep a firm but loose hold, like one confident of every part his actors would play. There was nothing, wherever he was concerned, that wasn't carefully managed.
But now all of that seemed not only unimportant, but false. He had never been in control…
"Only you, Daisuke…" He spoke in the echoing silence. "You're the only one who's ever made me question everything I am and everything I thought I owned…"
He got up off his bed again and numbly snatched the jackets Daisuke left behind. He whirled, slamming the door shut behind him as he ran straight into the storm.
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Delirium was beginning to show its tell-tale signs as he thought many times that he saw a tall, black haired teen a few feet away, as if waiting for him…
But that couldn't be right because every time he drew closer he seemed to move farther away…
And what had been driving him all this time…he knew who it was now. Daisuke crawled forward weakly, his sense of direction whacked. The howl of the storm picked up, blasting ice at every part of the struggling red head it could reach. He wondered why he was even trying, why he was even making the effort to live. It would have been just so much better to fall forward and lay there…let the snow imprison him and end the misery from now and before then. For what was there to go back to? A full week and a half with a demon?
The taller dark form was standing still, neither seeming to move closer to him nor away. Daisuke raised his dulled eyes to him and still crawled forward, despite his body's plaintive protests.
The red head felt the sudden urge to cry out, say something, but the storm had long robbed him of coherent speech. Trying to open his mouth was just another hell with them feeling as if they'd been cemented together.
It leaned against a thick tree and Daisuke scuttled forward with a last burst of energy. And in that burst of energy he knew what he'd been holding on to, and what this person certainly wasn't.
Dark…
Of all the people…Daisuke faintly collapsed on the tree roots, digging frost-biting fingers into the bark. Why weren't you him? Why…did I even think of you first and not Krad? Or someone else? Oh…I hate you so much…
The shape didn't move this time and the swirl of ice stilled for the first time. Daisuke painfully pulled himself up to sit and leaned his back against the truck. If only the other would speak…
Curiosity at its peak he looked up and he felt his heart come to a screeching halt.
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"Daisuke!!"
The snow drifted from the heavens in slow tandem. Something was wrong…
Dark, being the athlete he was, was able to make clean headway through the foot high drifts. Training for various sports even in the snow did him well now and he was grateful for it.
"Daisuke? Daisuke!" His voice carried. "Where did you go…?...Daisuke…!"
Daisuke!!
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"You!"
The taller figure smiled faintly and shifted but did not give an answer. Daisuke managed somehow to speak, but it was more from pure shock than anything. He was sure he had seen…no heard of him before? But that was weird, he couldn't even see his face that well, save for that brief glance that smeared into shadows and yet…
"So you recognize me form somewhere." It was merely an observation. The other's face was in shadow…in fact, most of him was. "Not a surprise...but tell me how can you be that observant in the first few hours…"
"Try being trapped with a demon and you learn to pay attention to things other than him." Daisuke spat bitterly, momentarily forgetting the plain weirdness that bordered on the grotesque. "Being curious was never my strong points…"
"So I see." There was an awkward silence and in that silence, Daisuke unease grew again. "Tell me then…what you know."
Daisuke glance at the male warily and began with short pause here and there to cough faintly.
"Well, a few days before we came here he gave us a rather infamous story of this place that some called Lover's Ice Prison. The place…got its name from the two co-owners of this place, Kumai Yursaki & Hito Magami. They each had but one son, who was named Daisoto and Kusai respectively."
"They grew up together and became close friends the moment they met. Daisoto was only two years younger than Kusai, but age was no matter to them. Though as they grew older, some of Kusai's friends were cruel to Daisoto and on multiple occasions beat him up. This went on for years up until they went to high school together. By this time, Daisoto was becoming more and more withdrawn, having no friends by kusai to hang on to and even he could start to see the shift in Daisoto."
"It was hard for them to hang out at school because of Kusai's friends, but he finally was able to break free of them to be around Daisoto more often. There was an instant change in his very being and for that, Kusai was grateful."
But as winter vacation drew close, again, Daisoto began acting strangely. One moment, he would be laughing happily at something funny Kusai said, the next suddenly stammering apologies and blushing like mad. It was around this time that their father's were discussing possibly taking them up to this place to not only help out but to hang out together and it was to their surprise when they learned about it. Kusai was ecstatic-but Daisoto merely turned a bright crimson, trying to make excuses and say he couldn't go because he hated snow, or that there was some stuff he needed to make up."
"Kusai, though very puzzled by these obvious lies, wouldn't let his best friend pass this chance up. So it was two weeks later that found all four of them-both boys and their fathers- riding up to the cabins here. Daisoto wouldn't speak the entire way up and remained completely expressionless. When he thought he was finally left alone in the room he was supposed to share with his friend he broke down sobbing. But he hadn't been as alone as he had thought-Kusai had been in the other room and heard him cry, though knowing it best not to bother him, he stayed there until the sobs died down. He re-entered the room as if nothing had happened, but there was the all-pervading question of why he was crying that bothered him well into the first night there."
"After that, Daisoto began trying to make an effort to come off as being "normal" but the memory of hearing him cry was burned in Kusai's memory. One day during their two and a half week stay, Daisoto had been writing in a diary when his friend walked in. Panicking, he had dropped it when Kusai teased him gently about it and asked what he was writing. The reaction puzzled him and when he suddenly dashed out without him his curiosity had intensified. That too stuck in his mind."
"That night as Kusai was dropping off to sleep, Daisoto's strange reactions played over and over in his mind. A bit worried since he still hadn't come back, he began falling asleep. Daisoto finally came in barely stirring Kusai from his light sleep. He heard him shuffle around a bit. He forced himself to stay still and he heard a sigh from above him. It was then that Daisoto spoke."
"' You're so beautiful in your sleep, Kusai…' and at this Kusai felt fingers trailing down his cheek. He was stunned even more when he felt shy warmth on his lips. He felt his friend pull away, saying, 'this was and is why I didn't want to come here, Kusai…I'm too tempted…' heard him walk away and fall back onto his own bed."
"This he couldn't ignore. And everything started making sense. But somehow, it wasn't shocking…in fact it was welcomed. But Daisoto didn't know this. Kusai worked hard at hinting very subtly that he had interests swaying this way, but if ever, Daisoto was trying to avoid him even more. It was coming down to the last two days and Kusai was desperate to knock sense into his friend who had somehow turned crush."
"He wasn't really the one who went subtle so the first chance he was finally able to get his friend alone he pounced. Daisoto had been, to say the least, startled when he found his lap and moth rather full of Kusai but he was also delighted to find that his affections weren't in vain after all. If only things could have ended there as a happy ending it might have been better. But unfortunately, the one thing that could have stood in their way of a relationship was their parents. They didn't approve, to say the least and they found themselves forcefully ejected form their rooms right into the oncoming rush of a snow storm."
"Kusai got lucky. He was able to find his way back. But Daisoto…wasn't so fortunate. When he did finally crawl to warmth and safety, Kusai was subjected to harsh taunts, though not as fiercely. Later on, he went back out and found the still body of his new lover, face up and covered in snow. Kusai's sanity broke and he dug furiously in the snow beside Daisoto. He crashed into the newly dug indent in the snow and imprisoned himself with his friend and lover. Not too long after, others found the bodies, and both parents, lost in grief had dedicated separate paintings of Kusai and Daisoto, one of which is in the main entrance hall and the other I haven't found."
Daisuke paused. The figure breathed out a sad sigh.
"Hmmn, then, why did you say 'you' like you saw me from somewhere?" It seemed more of a question to confirm to himself a point than an actual question. At this the red head froze. Should he…?
"Well…you see…" He whispered. "That painting of Kusai in the hallway…you look exactly like him."
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-stares- I know, I know…someone should shoot me for the late update. But when you have exams and a thing called drama central and miscommunications, you have one heck of a creative-streak killer….-sobs- but ah, well, I live again so don't forget to review-this time, I know I'll get slightly flamed for not updating sooner, but don't hurt me too much…kays?