Haha! After an eleventh hour rewrite, teehee. Actually, I posted this at like 1:00 am and rewrote it at 3:00. And so now this is no longer the ending. I'm so freaking evil, aren't I?
I look around me, this is obviously a dream. But I don't ever remember the bottle saying I could dream in forced sleep. Whatever, I don't care right now.
Daisuke is next to me, and we are lying in our bed. I am on my back, and Daisuke is on his side, lazily working the tip of his index finger over my chest, one of his favorites pastimes.
"Ken." He states simply, nothing behind it and nothing to follow it.
"What?"
"Ken. You're mine, and I am yours."
"No, I don't think so. You left, and I am alone, and all I have is a dream."
"Yes, but the dream is what is real for now. Why not have a little fun?"
The dream Daisuke acquires Daisuke's goofy grin, and I can't help but smile. But it quickly passes, and the frown I have been wearing reappears. "But when it is over, the truth will be harder."
"But now is now, and I control this dream, not you. And I want to have fun, and I am just going to have to make you also."
I am, in reality and in the dream, wearing a white button down shirt, and the dream Daisuke is unbuttoning it slowly. After separating the fabric, he pulls each half to the side, so it rests between my arms and my body.
"Enjoy it, Ken, I want you to."
"Fine." I close my eyes and sigh.
Daisuke kisses all over my chest, sending bolts of electricity down my spine. Then he kisses lower, and lower. . .
~
I wake up groggy, and overall crappy, but at least not sticky. Then I would have died.
I hear a soft whispering, and someone clenching my hand in both of theirs. "Ken, Ken, please wake up. You have to wake up. Wake up. God, please make him wake up. . ."
I open my eyelids a sliver and look around. I am in. . . a hospital? And there is a device supplying me oxygen up part of my nose, extremely uncomfortable. My vision is fuzzy, and there is a figure in the room I can't place yet. I can't seem to remeber anyone that it would be. Come to think of it, I can't remember much of anything.
"Ken? Ken?"
My eyelids flutter open. "Huh?"
"Ken!"
"What?"
"You idiot!" He hits me.
"OW!" The nerve of some people!
"Damn right, ow."
"WHY did you hit ME?"
"I found you half dead!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Who are you and why are you hitting me?"
"Sometimes your ignorance astounds me." He whacks the side of my head.
"That HURTS!"
"How you do that, scaring me like that!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Taking too many sleeping pills is pretty flipping dumb for a child prodigy. Especiallly a former evil dictator. I guess stupidity is at the base of all people."
Evil dictator? God, I must have had a freaky childhood. "What do you mean, evil dictator?"
"You go through all that grief and now you are pretending it didn't happen? What the hell is wrong with you Ken?"
I look at my body. I remember the pale skin, the tall frame. I pull a lock of hair in front of my face. The color, is weird. And isn't guy's hair supposed to be short? "Ken?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is my name Ken?"
I look around me, this is obviously a dream. But I don't ever remember the bottle saying I could dream in forced sleep. Whatever, I don't care right now.
Daisuke is next to me, and we are lying in our bed. I am on my back, and Daisuke is on his side, lazily working the tip of his index finger over my chest, one of his favorites pastimes.
"Ken." He states simply, nothing behind it and nothing to follow it.
"What?"
"Ken. You're mine, and I am yours."
"No, I don't think so. You left, and I am alone, and all I have is a dream."
"Yes, but the dream is what is real for now. Why not have a little fun?"
The dream Daisuke acquires Daisuke's goofy grin, and I can't help but smile. But it quickly passes, and the frown I have been wearing reappears. "But when it is over, the truth will be harder."
"But now is now, and I control this dream, not you. And I want to have fun, and I am just going to have to make you also."
I am, in reality and in the dream, wearing a white button down shirt, and the dream Daisuke is unbuttoning it slowly. After separating the fabric, he pulls each half to the side, so it rests between my arms and my body.
"Enjoy it, Ken, I want you to."
"Fine." I close my eyes and sigh.
Daisuke kisses all over my chest, sending bolts of electricity down my spine. Then he kisses lower, and lower. . .
~
I wake up groggy, and overall crappy, but at least not sticky. Then I would have died.
I hear a soft whispering, and someone clenching my hand in both of theirs. "Ken, Ken, please wake up. You have to wake up. Wake up. God, please make him wake up. . ."
I open my eyelids a sliver and look around. I am in. . . a hospital? And there is a device supplying me oxygen up part of my nose, extremely uncomfortable. My vision is fuzzy, and there is a figure in the room I can't place yet. I can't seem to remeber anyone that it would be. Come to think of it, I can't remember much of anything.
"Ken? Ken?"
My eyelids flutter open. "Huh?"
"Ken!"
"What?"
"You idiot!" He hits me.
"OW!" The nerve of some people!
"Damn right, ow."
"WHY did you hit ME?"
"I found you half dead!"
"Who the hell are you?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Who are you and why are you hitting me?"
"Sometimes your ignorance astounds me." He whacks the side of my head.
"That HURTS!"
"How you do that, scaring me like that!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Taking too many sleeping pills is pretty flipping dumb for a child prodigy. Especiallly a former evil dictator. I guess stupidity is at the base of all people."
Evil dictator? God, I must have had a freaky childhood. "What do you mean, evil dictator?"
"You go through all that grief and now you are pretending it didn't happen? What the hell is wrong with you Ken?"
I look at my body. I remember the pale skin, the tall frame. I pull a lock of hair in front of my face. The color, is weird. And isn't guy's hair supposed to be short? "Ken?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is my name Ken?"