Mind Games

"Dammit, come out," Youji whispered to the voice. He wanted to know who the hell it was that was talking to him. And after coming home wasted every night he went clubbing for the past week gave him enough courage find out. That and the fact that Aya had threatened to kill him if he didn't stop fucking around. Youji sighed. Again, Aya hadn't been referring to sex.

Why do you want me to come out, koi? Youji shuddered at the endearment. Lately, the voice had been calling him 'lover'.

Because you follow me every night. I want to know who you are. Youji heard a tsk-tsk sound come from it.

You want to hurt me. Youji started. He hadn't been planning that. He didn't want to hurt it. He just wanted to know once and for all, who it was. Right?

Wrong. Well, maybe sub-consciously... Youji quickly decided to change the subject.

Why do you call me koi? A smile from it.

Don't you like it? Lover. Another involuntary shudder ran through the tall man's lean frame.

Lover. Ah, how I want you, Kudou. Let me call you lover. Let me, please. Lover. How the name suits you so.

A sudden flash of red.

I've watched you take a thousand woman home. Playboy.

A flash of white.

But you never really want them do you? You just want their warm bodies beside you; when night comes; when darkness falls.

A flash of dark olive.

I can touch you in a way those woman never could. Ah, Youji, to touch you. You would rescue me from all this. Heaven. Shining through you.

A pair of eyes.

RECOGNITION.

The voice was gone.

It was angry. It had been careless and let images of itself filter through to Youji's mind; Youji now knew it was a MAN. And the worst part was that he had recognised the eyes of the being.

But Youji only recognised the eyes. He didn't know who the man was. Fortunately.

The man thought that he should stay away. Stop seeing Youji. But he knew he couldn't. For if he didn't have Youji, he had nothing. And nothingness was his secret, private demon.

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"OMI! WATCH OUT!"

"GYAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"HAI, HAI! I SEE IT! I'M NOT BLIND!"

"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!!!"

"KEN, SHUT UP! LET OMI DRIVE!"

"AYA! KEN'S CHOKING ME!"

"PLEASE, STOP!!!!! THE HORROR!!!!! THE HORROR!!!!!"

"KEN, IF YOU DON'T LET GO, OMI'S GOING TO GET US ALL KILLED!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE..."

"AYA! HELP ME! ...AND WHO SAYS I'M GOING TO KILL US!"

Scene: Omi's first time driving in the crowded Tokyo streets with his learner's permit.

At the moment, Omi is swerving his steering wheel around like crazy, trying to avoid all the cars and from running onto the sidewalk again. But the thing that's getting him pissing angry is Ken's death-grip on his neck. It's not as if that would help him if they did get into an accident anyway...

As for Ken, he's not frustrated. He's not angry. He's not scared. He's fucking terrified. To him, Omi with a learner's is a no-no. A very big no-no. Right now, he believes with the most holy conviction that his life will end prematurely while he's in the passenger's seat. And he always thought that he would die with dignity in the hands of Schwarz. But no...

Meanwhile, in the back seat, Aya was seriously considering taking his katana out and just stabbing to death both of the boys with the weapon. Or, he could just kill Ken. No; he changed his mind. Omi's newly-discovered road rage was annoying him to extremes. It would be best if he got rid of both. He unsheathed his sword and held it out towards Ken, for he would be the first to die. Yes, that would be best...

Thump.

"AAAAAAYYYYYYYYHHHHHHH!!!!! SOMETHING STABBED ME!!!!! I'M BLEEDING!!!!! YOU'VE KILLED US!!!!!"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! ...AND SHUT UP, KEN! I'VE JUST RUN SOMEONE OVER!"

"WHAT? OMI! I TOLD YOU TO WATCH FOR PEDESTRIANS!"

"WHY COULDN'T YOUJI HAVE COME INSTEAD!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE PUT IN A GRAVE!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN BY MAGGOTS!!!!! DAMN YOU, YOUJI!!!!!"

"I'M GOING TO GET MY LICENSE REVOKED AREN'T I? THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME LICENSE AWAY! AND I'VE ONLY GOT MY LEARNER'S PERMIT! KEN! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN WILL I GET IN A CAR WITH YOU TWO LUNATICS! AND IF YOU DENTED MY PORSCHE, OMI!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!"

Meanwhile, an unconscious human being was lying, sprawled on the asphalt with little swirls swirling in their eyes, humiliatingly ignored by their oh-so vicious attackers.

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Aya grabbed the body beneath the shoulders, at the armpits. Grunting with effort, he hauled it up and let it lean against his chest for a moment before backing up far enough that it's legs fell onto the ground and out of the back seat of the car. Quickly, Omi took hold of the ankles and helped Aya carry the body into the back entrance of the Koneko no Sumu, before anyone saw them. There had already been too many witnesses. But luckily, the people who had seen the accident occur thought that they were bringing the body to the hospital instead of their flower shop. It was there that they would take care of things.

Dropping the man ungracefully on a couch, Omi and Aya sneered at it disgustedly. The man was chalk white because all the blood had drained out of his face a long time ago, and his hair was in seemingly irreparable tangles. His clothes were in no better condition. They were rumpled, bloody, and soiled in embarrassing places; they would have to be replaced with brand new ones. Aya bent down and slapped it with the back of his hand violently to try to get it to wake up.

"Come on," said Aya as he began to stir. "We still have to get that injured pedestrian. Ken-kun will come-to fine."

They both exited.