Deceptions of Truth Saga
By: Strata-chan
Just to warn to people who are squeamish when it comes to Shounen-Ai relationships, there is one in this fic. Also, you can't forget the swearing and overall "mature" content. Also, I'm using Yamato as the partial comedy relief on purpose. I love his comical side and this is what I would think would happen if they were just trying to have a "normal" day. One last thing, can some people please review my work so far? I'd really appreciate that. ^_^ Enjoy! Oh! Another last thing, this fic used to be called "Where Do I Belong", but I changed the name to one that will suit this story better.
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I'm on a train, but there's no one at the helmAnd there's a demon in my brain starts to overwhelm
And there it goes, my last chance for peace
I lay me down, but I get no release.
I try to keep awake, I try to swim beneath
But still I find this narcolepsy slides into another nightmare.
And there's a demon in my head that starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday
And I can hold my breath until it's more than I can take
And I close my eyes and I dream that I'm awake…
Lyrics from "Narcolepsy" by Third Eye Blind
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Jyou sighed as he flipped through some more channels and only discovered some fishing programs and a couple infomercials that really didn't catch his interest. 'No wonder people go crazy in here. There's nothing to do!' Jyou put down the remote, turned the screen off and looked around the room for a moment. The only sound that penetrated the eerie silence was the sound of everyone's breathing and the darkness of the room didn't help in the least. 'Maybe if I open the curtains a bit more, the moonlight will brighten things up a bit.' Jyou walked over to the window and drew the curtains open all the way. 'Ah. Much better. I just love the moonlight.'
Jyou sat down beside Koushiro's bed and carefully watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, which seemed to be okay considering that it hadn't been alright just an hour before. Jyou's eyes looked away and began staring at the floor in thought. 'People just don't have seizures like that. Most of the time, they have a build-up of fluid in the cranium, but all tests on Koushiro didn't show anything like that. He also doesn't have a history of physical problems in that area…oh hell. I'm confusing myself now. Might as well let it go…but what if it happens again? I don't know if the same techniques will work twice. It's just all so perplexing!' Jyou laid himself out on the floor and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. That's when something lurked across the ceiling briefly and then vanished
'What was that?' Jyou sat up slightly and continued to look at the ceiling. He saw something creep across it once again, but only this time it hovered around. Jyou watched as it grew bigger with every breath that he took, which caused Jyou to unconsciously hold his breath. The darkness grew larger still and Jyou let his breath go. 'What IS that thing? What does it want?'
The room was soon ebony in hue and the moon seemed like a little firefly that had been trapped amidst the darkness. 'I don't like this…' Jyou glanced around the room worriedly and tried to find his way to Koushiro's bed. His fingers fumbled around until he found something solid to grasp to. 'This darkness is so disorientating.' Jyou's hands fumbled around again for another object to grab on to when he felt his left hand be stopped. Jyou tried to pull away, but the thing wouldn't let go.
"Yamato, this isn't funny! Let go!" Jyou frantically yelled as he struggled to get free. "Yamato! I'm serious now! I don't want to have to hurt you…" Jyou was suddenly lifted from the ground causing him to whimper in fright.
"The child is mine and I won't let you ruin my chances at being at peace."
"What are you…AAAHHHH!" Before he could finish his question, Jyou had been thrown through the closed window and had rolled off the edge of the platform just outside. His hand caught the edge before he could fall too far, but he was loosing his grip. Jyou looked away from his hand and down to the cement, which was several stories below him. His vision made the drop seem even larger and Jyou looked back up at the sky very quickly so he wouldn't drop himself. 'I hate heights! Especially when I'm about to fall from them, but who wouldn't be? Come on, Jyou. Think! Maybe I could pull myself back up if my other hand was up there…' Jyou tried to get his right hand to reach the edge as well, but his attempts only made his left hand slip a little bit more. 'Great. Just peachy. Well, there's one thing left to do.'
"SOMEBODY HELP ME! YAMATO? ANYBODY?" Jyou screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one answered. "THERE'S A DOCTOR HANGING OUT OF THE WINDOW OUT HERE THAT NEEDS TO HAVE SOME ASSISTANCE!" Jyou's hopes rose as he heard a window open above him. "Thank the Gods! Could you help…" He was then cut off by the person's voice.
"Will you shut up? People are trying to sleep here!" The window then clicked shut and nothing else was heard.
"Well, that figures, doesn't it? I can see it now, 'Doctor Dies from Falling Out of Window'. It'll be all over the headlines. What an embarrassing way to die. I mean, who wants to have their insides spread out for the public's viewing pleasure?' Jyou thought sarcastically as another one of his fingers slipped from the balcony. When his last fingers gave way, Jyou began to scream very loudly. He was so busy being scared to death that he didn't notice that he had stopped falling and was being pulled over the balcony. Jyou realized that he hadn't hit the pavement yet and stopped screaming. He opened one eye to see Yamato, who was trying hard not to burst out into a huge fit of laughter.
Jyou sweatdropped and walked over to the giggling blond and placed his hand on his shoulders. Yamato had been expecting thanks, but he received something totally different. "What took you so long? Am I just supposed to defy gravity and wait for you to get your lazy ass out of that chair and help?" Jyou was shaking Yamato vigorously and he thought he heard chuckles coming from the blond. He stopped shaking Yamato only to find that his face was red with laughter. Jyou sighed and sat down on the balcony as he let Yamato get all of his "happiness" out. He looked up and began to chuckle a bit as well. "I guess I acted pretty stupid huh?"
Yamato pretended that he had a microphone in his hand and he made his voice quite a bit deeper. Sort of like those annoying narrator voices at the end of each episode. "This has concluded another episode of "Daily Life with Dr. Kido". Please tune in next week for more hilarious acts by this supposedly great doctor." Yamato then burst into another fit of laughter. Jyou rolled his eyes and looked back towards the darkened room and began to wonder how Yamato had even made his way through it. He also saw that bits of glass that had covered the entire platform from the broken window. Jyou turned back to Yamato, who was now turning a lovely shade of purple from his laughter. "Yamato, can you see through that……window?" Jyou looked at the window that he had been forced through, only to find that it had mysteriously pieced itself back together within the past few seconds. All the shards from it had disappeared as well. "How'd that happen? Yamato?" Jyou looked back at the hysterical teen and decided that he had enough. Jyou lightly knocked Yamato on the head and turned his face to the room. "How did that window heal itself, Yamato? Are you playing mind-games with me?" Yamato shook his head and Jyou sighed. "I know I'm not crazy! That window was BROKEN a few minutes ago! I was pushed right through it! Then, there's the fact that I can't see a thing in there…Koushiro!" Jyou then went back into the room and fumbled through the darkness again.
Yamato lifted a hand to his head and scratched a spot there. "I always knew that Jyou would crack someday because of his incessant worrying, but I didn't think it would get this bad." Yamato said as he watched Jyou fumble his way around a perfectly lit room.
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"Koushiro? Are you okay? Answer me!" Jyou stumbled through the blackness frantically searching for Koushiro's bed. 'At least the light switch should be around here somewhere.' Jyou's fingers slowly slid against the wall, but were not having much success. 'Where is that thing?' Before he could be answered, the darkness lifted and Jyou could see once again. 'Okay…that was creepy…'
Yamato walked in from outside and saw that Jyou was no longer stumbling around the room. "You seriously need a vacation before you go completely insane. I mean, why else would you be stumbling around…"
"I don't need a vacation and I am not crazy! This room was pitch black a second ago and that window was BROKEN! I know you don't believe me, but I don't need your support on this one! What? You think I was just going for a joyride off of the balcony? You know I'm afraid of heights…"
"…and the dark and everything else." Yamato received a nasty glare from Jyou as he walked back over to the chair. He sat down, crossed his legs and placed his hands behind his head. "You really need to chill out a bit."
"Chill out? CHILL OUT? I don't know the meaning of those words right now! Would you CHILL OUT if you nearly fell several stories? Hmm?" Jyou's face was turning a bright red and he watched as Yamato was having a hard time staying serious. "It's not funny!"
"I'm sorry Jyou, but…I can't help it! You're just too funny when you're all freaked out."
"Ha ha ha. You're supposed to be supportive of the victim. If this is your support, I'd just LOVE to see your non-supportive side." Jyou scoffed as he turned away from the chuckling blond. 'Indeed. Some people just don't get it…' His thoughts were interrupted as he looked at Koushiro, who looked awfully pale in the moonlight. The scar upon his cheek stood out even more now and it looked like it was…glowing? No, pulsating was more appropriate. Jyou walked over to his bedside and took a closer glance at it while lifting his glasses up. 'Now, I wonder if Mr. I-can't see-the-obvious can't see this.' "Hey Yamato? Come here and take a look at this."
Yamato walked over to Jyou's side and bent down in the same fashion that he was. "Yes, doctor?"
"Oh, quit being a moron. Can you see that scar I told you about earlier now?" Jyou pointed to Koushiro's face and traced where the white line ran.
"No, doctor, I cannot see anything." Yamato giggled a bit as he turned to an angered Jyou. Jyou turned away and threw his hands up in the air.
"Why do I even bother with you, Yamato? I'm being serious and all you can do is joke around like an idiot! Have all those high decibel levels gotten to your brain? There is a huge pulsating line running down his face and you can't see it for some reason!"
"Maybe because there is nothing there to see." Jyou stopped walking away and turned around to Yamato.
"If I have to repeat myself one more time, then I think I might kill something." Jyou stated calmly as he gave a nasty glare to Yamato.
"Well, there's nothing there…" Yamato was cut short as Jyou suddenly pounced upon him. "Hey! I was only joking!" Yamato put his hands up in defense as he looked up at Jyou. "Really!"
"You better be, Ishida. I'm not crazy! I repeat, I am NOT crazy!"
"Roger that, Houston." Yamato stood up and saluted as Jyou ran his hand across his face.
"Why should I even try anymore…" Jyou slowed down his speech as the sound of heavy breathing reached his ears. 'What's that?' He turned around and saw Koushiro was struggling to breathe and was beginning to sweat heavily. The scar on his left side of his face was pulsating wildly now and he seemed to be emitting an eerie blackness as well. Jyou blinked his eyes and shook his head. When he looked back, at Koushiro looked completely normal. 'Maybe I am going crazy…'
"Is there something wrong?" Jyou jumped about ten feet when he saw a hand wave in front of his face.
"Don't do that! You scared the hell out of me!" Jyou put a hand on his chest and panted a bit. "It's not good for a person's health to be frightened like that." Jyou smiled a bit and looked at Yamato. "Maybe I do need a break."
"What do you think I've been trying to tell you?" Yamato turned around and used a different tone of voice in an attempt to imitate how Jyou had been acting earlier. "You're just hopeless."
Jyou raised one eyebrow at Yamato and crossed his arms. "You're so funny that I forgot to laugh."
Yamato smiled and sat down again in his little "cool" pose that he does. "Anyway, why don't you stay at my place tonight? It'll be my treat."
"Of course. Mr. I'm-broke can't afford anything else at the moment, right?" It was Jyou's turn to almost burst out laughing.
"Hey! Wait a sec…Umm…" Yamato sweatdropped. "Yeah. That's kind of it. Anyway, the main reason is that my house is closer to the hospital than yours. That way, if anything happens, you can get here faster."
Jyou chuckled as he looked at the sulking blond. "Thanks." Jyou then thought for a second. "How could you possibly loose all that money that you make from your music? I mean, where does it go?"
"Am I supposed to know the answer to that one? I think I'm still paying off debts, but I'm not sure…" Yamato scratched and slightly tilted his head as he thought about that comment. "I guess I've never really thought about that." Yamato shrugged.
"Oi, how are you even still alive? I'm surprised that you weren't picked off by some type of Digimon all those years ago." Jyou mumbled as he walked out with Yamato.
"Hey! That's not funny. You should be saying that about Taichi, not me." Yamato gave Jyou his best puppy-face and sniffled a bit. "You've hurt my feelings."
"Oh no…that's not going to work with me! No…can't give in…must resist…oh all right. Taichi is as dense as you are."
"Thank yo…hey! That's not what I meant!" Yamato fumed a bit as he looked at the grinning Jyou. "Okay, I admit that I can be stupid at times, but you can too."
"I was just kidding Yamato. Don't take everything so literally."
"Look who's talking."
Jyou smiled a bit and then turned to look back in the room. "I just hope Koushiro will be okay."
"Koushiro will be fine! Relax! It isn't like he's going to be gone in the morning."
"I suppose you have a point there…" Jyou trailed off he shut the door behind him.
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'It isn't like he's going to be gone in the morning.'Koushiro opened his eyes to be greeted with the familiar darkness that had plagued him for so many years. 'This is getting so old really fast.' His eyes flitted around in the darkness in an attempt to see something, but there was nothing but an endless void.
'I suppose you have a point there…' Koushiro could hear the voices slowly fading away.
"No! Come back! Don't leave me here!" Koushiro ran blindly through the darkness only to be disappointed by the click of a closed door. "No…I'm all alone again." Koushiro sat down and opened his eyes even wider in an attempt to gather some light. 'Is this what it feels like to be in a coma?'
"That's quite correct. Brilliant deduction, Einstein!" Koushiro turned in the direction of the sound only to be greeted by more darkness. That's when he heard several claps surrounding him. "Like the surround-sound system? It's great." Several laughs followed those words and they echoed throughout the nothingness as if they rebounded through a giant arena. "Welcome to the confines of your own mind. Pleasant, isn't it?" The voice said sarcastically as it seemed to approach Koushiro. "How do you like the darkness…" Koushiro flinched since the whisper had been placed directly in his ear. "Just an endless vacuum. Nothing can get in, nothing can get out. You're trapped here forever…"
"Quit with the subliminal programming methodologies! They're not working and frankly, they are quite annoying. Haven't you realized by now that you aren't affecting me anymore?"
"What makes you think that, o' almighty Chosen? Have those fools brainwashed you? Well, listen to this." Suddenly, several voices resounded throughout the area. There were a few that were familiar though. "Listen, and you shall see what your new comrades really think of you." Chuckling, the voice silenced itself.
Scene from a few days after Koushiro's initial disappearance:
Taichi: "I wonder why Jyou didn't make it? It's a great party and it IS Mimi's birthday after all. You'd think he'd be here since everyone knows what a big crush he has on her."
Yamato: "I'm not so sure about that one. I mean, he has been awfully busy these past few days. I'd say that he thought that we were celebrating the little twerp's disappearance."
Taichi: (interrupting Yamato) "We might as well! He never did anyone any good anyway. Him and his computer antics that no one understood. It was like he resented every one of us because our *clearing his throat and imitating Koushiro* 'intelligence levels were those of gnats.'" *laughing*
Yamato: *laughing along with Taichi* "Yeah, you're right. I remember that statement from a looooong time ago and you know what? I'm sorta glad that he's gone too. I mean, he acted like we were his personal slaves or something."
Mimi: "Hey guys! Whatcha doing?"
Yamato: "Nothing. We're just talking about Jyou and how we're glad that Koushiro's gone and everything."
Mimi: "That's nice. Hey, Hiroshi! Wait up!"
Taichi: "Well, that was brief."
Yamato: "Just like Mimi's attention span. No wonder Jyou didn't show up!" *loud guffawing is heard*
Taichi: "You have a point there!" *more laughing added*
End of Scene
Koushiro couldn't believe what he was hearing! 'One of those voices was…was…that blond guy in the hospital! He's the one that reminded me of all those terrible things…what a horrible person! How could he have lied to me?'
"Are you convinced yet, or must I show you more?"
'Where's that damned woman when you need her?' Koushiro thought venomously as he searched. 'It always seems that people are never around when you need them. She must have lied to me too.'
"Ah yes. Even the heavenly spirits can lie, even though it is said that they can't. Everything lies. It's a way of life. It's how I live!" A large gush of wind passed by Koushiro's ears and it seemed to be whispering 'times of lies' as it rushed past. "Everyone lives in a world of lies. They just lie to themselves in order to make them believe that they live in a world of truth. Have you seen what happens to those who speak the truth. Great philosophers, such as Socrates and Galileo spoke the truth and where did it get them in their lives? Persecution and death."
Koushiro looked up and chuckled. "I believe you are sorely mistaken. They are studied all the time in today's world as some of the greatest people that have ever…"
"They're dead! What does it matter to them? All they know is that people persecuted them as they lived! Even now, children consider the lessons about them a bore. No one cares about what they did back then! Yet, there are so many that are interested in the actions of Hitler and Mussolini and Stalin. Can't you see? Do people model their lives after Galileo and Socrates? No. Do you see cults that praise leaders such as the three mentioned? Yes. Those that lie prevail, Chosen, and that's what you have failed to realize."
Koushiro chuckled and then laughed out loud like he had been driven insane. "Boy, are you living a lie. Have you ever heard of Gandhi? Mao Zedong? Lenin? All of India still lives by Gandhi's principles. Mao Zedong rescued China from ultimate destruction by the British opium trade. His principles are still used there today. Lenin rescued the people of Russia from starving to death at the hands of the ignorant Czar Nicolas II and even though his basic beliefs have collapsed there, his memory still lives on. Tell me answers to those!" Koushiro smirked into the darkness and waited for a response.
"Gandhi was assassinated by his own people."
"And the other two?"
"Lenin's principles were corrupted by Stalin and those are the principles that people remember."
"And…" Koushiro was cut short by a hand knocking the wind out of him.
"Your games bore me, child. Can't you just open your eyes to the truth and see that people will always remember the lies over the truth? Do something good and you will be remembered for a short while. Do something evil…now, there's fame and fortune for you!" Something then lifted Koushiro from the ground, which caused him to curl up like a scared rat because of his abdomen. His face turned away as a putrid smell reached his nostrils. "You'll remember this putrid smell over the fragrance of a rose." Just then, a rose appeared in front of Koushiro and the two smells converged with one another. The foul smell was what reached his nose. He was dropped to the ground and Koushiro balled up in an attempt to make his diaphragm allow some air to his aching lungs. When they finally did, Koushiro could still feel the presence around him.
"You are sick, you know that?"
"Oh, Koushiro. You still don't see that the world is sick. I'm just a part of the world and I'm being what it wishes me to be."
"Cut the bullshit! This is all wrong! You're wrong about how life is. People are not all evil as you say they are!"
"Have you ever heard of the phrase, 'Guilty until proven innocent?' Have you ever seen a person who has been proven innocent? It's usually the other was around, isn't it? People stopped using the previous phrase because it proved so many people guilty. No one escaped because of the true evil nature of humanity. Not even a child is free of this evil. Innocent children? Ha! That's a laugh. The deeds of their corrupted parents rain down upon them and they carry those evils for the rest of their lives. You see them everyday."
"You lie. You lie!" Koushiro shook his head in disbelief as he backed up to no where in particular. "Those are all lies! If what you said was true, then the world would not be as beautiful as it is!"
The voice chuckled condescendingly. "Here's another phrase that you must remember." A portrait of the world appeared. "'The mind only sees what it wishes to see.'" The oceans slowly turned to brown and the sky turned black and clouded with fumes. It was as if the life was being depleted from the Earth at a painstakingly slow rate. 'This is happening right now, but people do not wish to see it. They are lying to themselves and sooner or later, there will be nothing left to lie about. It'll all be darkness and the immense suffering that had been hidden over the years will be released upon humanity, causing their ultimate demise." The picture disappeared and the room was filled with the insane laughter.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Me?" The voice tried to sound so innocent. "I'm not doing a thing, Koushiro. Right now, you're lying to yourself in order to believe that this is not humanity's fault. Not YOUR fault. The mind always looks for another to blame and you know what? It's leading you away from reality and into a world that people wish you to live in. Vindictive humanity. Only thinking of themselves. Great, isn't it?"
Koushiro was speechless. 'Maybe it's true…maybe it's ALL true! Every single word of it!' His mind raced at ten million miles per hour. Running through memories he didn't even know he had. All the times where people were destroying nature to make more houses and useless products. Sucking the land dry and moving on. Watching as people had a good time inside while so many suffered on the outside. Not thinking of the other, but only of what they wanted. "No!" Koushiro stood up defiantly. "I REFUSE to believe that! I don't care if I'm living a lie! I don't care!"
"Not that it really matters to you all that much anyway. You're stuck in here. What does it matter to you what happens on the outside. As long as you are safe, your mind doesn't care about anything else but that. Slowly, you'll forget the outside and learn to dwell your lonely existence here until you die. What does a tree matter to a person who can't enjoy it? What does the ocean do for a person who can't see its beauty? What does a creature do for a person who is in seclusion? Sooner or later, you will realize the answers to these questions. That's how the mind works. Quite primitive if you ask me, but I didn't create the human mind." The voice slowly faded and Koushiro was left alone to ponder the words that were said to him. Koushiro sat down in shock and closed his eyes.
'What if he's right? What if everyone has been living a giant lie of truth? What if I do start to not care about life because I can't enjoy it? What if I'm not who I think I am, but someone who was forced to become what someone else wanted me to be? What if life doesn't exist at all?' Koushiro stood up and walked in no particular direction. He just wanted to get away from that spot. Away from all those words that were slowly eating away at his beliefs that he had relied on for years. It was like the foundation was being ripped out from underneath him and there was nothing to stop him from falling deeper into the darkness.
***
"Yamato, I'm not so sure we should have left Koushiro all alone in that room. I mean, that darkness I saw earlier seemed to be coming from him and…"
"How many times must I tell you that there was no darkness in that room? You were fumbling around a perfectly lit room, Jyou, and nothing you say is going to convince me otherwise. It's just like that scar you kept telling me about on Koushiro's face. There was nothing there!" Yamato turned to face Jyou and wasn't keeping his eyes on the road.
"And I'm not going to change my tune either! I know what I saw, Yamato, and…look out!" Jyou grabbed the steering wheel of the car and quickly pulled the car over to the correct side of the road. "You complete idiot! You could have gotten us killed, but you didn't think about that did you? Oh no! The almighty Yamato has to do everything HIS way and not the right way! Doesn't it just figure…"
"Oh, put a sock in it. It's always 'this could happen' or 'that could happen' or 'the world is coming to an end within the next few minutes!'" Yamato turned his head towards Jyou again and scowled. "For all you know, you're just a mental case!"
Those words stung Jyou deeply and the two just sat there staring at each other until the blaring headlights of another car shone through the window. Yamato looked away from Jyou and quickly swerved the car away from the oncoming lights. The other driver honked and Yamato stuck his head out of the window to curse him out, but stuck it back in quickly as he saw another car coming. "You almost got us killed, Jyou!"
"Me? Are you the god that can't do any wrong all of a sudden? Hmm?" Jyou crossed his arms and scowled at Yamato. He looked out the window and saw something was following them. "Yamato?"
"WHAT!?" Yamato was gripping the wheel very tightly now and was trying hard to not look away from the road. "I'm sorry, Jyou, but you just get on my nerves at times!"
"Never mind about that. What's that…wait a sec…where'd it go?" Jyou stuck his head out the window and looked behind the car only to see the empty road. 'That's funny. I could have sworn that there was something following us.'
"Jyou, if you get your head chopped off and blood lands on my seat, I'm not going to be very happy." Yamato snapped as he slowed the car down. "We're here. You can come back in here now."
"Sorry. I just thought, I don't know. I just thought that something was following us."
Yamato sighed and opened Jyou's door before he went too deep into his thoughts. "Come on, Jyou. Don't go insane in my car. I paid good money to get this thing reupholstered, you know."
Jyou turned around and gave Yamato a nasty glare. "Oh, put a sock in it." He snapped as he made the best Yamato impression he could conjure up. "I'm not going to go insane in your precious car." Jyou walked over to one of the wheels and gave it a slight kick. The sound of rushing air filled the silence and Jyou was trying hard to burst out laughing. "I love your tires, Yamato!"
"Of course, you had to kick the sensitive spot on the tire! Now, I have to patch it up again!" Yamato fumed as he walked over to caress his car. "My poor baby!" Yamato slowly ran his fingers over the hood of the car. That's when another tired gave out and Yamato's eyes went wide in that type of 'shocked' expression while still lying on the hood. Jyou, who was bursting with laughter, watched in earnest to see what Yamato's beloved car would do to him next. He turned away and stopped laughing suddenly. The forest that had once been behind Yamato's home had become a barren desert. Suddenly, a giant dust cloud appeared and was heading straight for him. Jyou wanted to scream, but his voice was stuck within his throat.
"MY BELOVED CAR!" Jyou blinked his eyes and saw that the forest had somehow returned and that the ominous dust cloud had left. He turned and saw Yamato clinging to his car like there was going to be no tomorrow.
"Now, who's the insane person here?" Jyou's comment went unnoticed as Yamato clung even tighter to the hood. Jyou rolled his eyes as he slowly pried Yamato from his 'baby' and dragged him inside of the house. "We might have to get you some trauma therapy, young man." Yamato just stared at Jyou with a forlorn look.
"Oh, just shut up and go to sleep already before you drive me nuts. My beloved car! How can I go on living?" Yamato threw his head back on the couch and emitted a large groan. Jyou just rolled his eyes and grabbed the other couch with a blanket and quickly fell asleep.
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Note: Please review this story so far and I'll be one very, VERY happy authoress. ^_^ Also, this fic used to be called, "Where Do I Belong", but I changed the name to one that fits the plot better.