Left Behind...
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Shingo ran through the city, and to the shopping center. He looked around the area, hoping to see Kyo, but did not. He couldn't beleive he was listening to a voice in his head to go look for his idol (and secret love).
~Good, now... Do you see the resturaunt over there? Don't go in, but just look in the window. You won't get caught.~ Shingo complied, starting to walk slowly though the crowd of people. He was starting to feel a burning sensation on the back of his neck with each step, but it started to wear away when he got closer to the window.
'I don't see anything. Let's go. This really isn't right...' Shingo thought to himself and the Voice. Shingo tried to step back, only to feel that burning feeling on his neck go down his spine. He let out a small cry, and tried it again. The pain only became worse, causing him to fall down.
~Why don't you want to see Kyo, Shingo? Are you afraid?~ the Voice said, tauntingly. Shingo's rubbed his eyes, something moist coming from them.
By this time, a small crowd of people had started to look at the boy on the ground, and whispered amongst themselves.
'Please leave me alone!!!' Shingo nearly screamed aloud. The pain and bunring were becoming even more intense, spreading though out his body. He opened his mouth to scream, only to cough. He covered his mouth some as he did, and felt a liquid go against his hand. Shingo assumed it was blood.
~You should have gone to see your Kyo, Shingo. But no matter. You will see eventually what he was doing.~
Shingo's coughing became more and more severe, and the group of people had started to gather around him. His vision was starting to become red and blurred as he went between consciousness and blackness. He strained his neck back, and felt himself hit the back of his head on the concrete. He blinked his eyes several times to try and clear them, but it didn't work. The none of the people were helping him at all, which some how did not surpise Shingo. He let his head flop to the side, coughing. He could see a pair of black (from what he could tell, he wasn't trusting his sense very well at the moment) shoes coming closer to him. He could feel himself being picked up by someone.
"Quit staring at him," barked the person that carried him. Shingo closed his eyes, feeling as if he couldn't keep them open any longer. Who ever this person was, Shingo was thankful they had found him. Shingo leaned against him and felt the burning sensation slowly go away. He also felt the person carrying him start to walk.
"Where..." Shing whispered weakly, hoping the person would hear him. He didn't give the person time to respond even if he could hear, because he had already slipped into unconsciousness.
^---*---^
Shingo was in an all black void. He looked around him, attempting to look for away out. He started to walk forward, assuming that it was the best direction to move at this point.
"Shingo," spoke the Voice. "This is a dream."
Shingo stopped, and looked around. He he didn't see anything around him at first, until he went back to his original position. The person in front of him was himself with silvery-white hair. His skin was lighter as well, but the biggest difference was in the clothing. Even in his dream, Shingo was simply in his dark blue school uniform pants and a normal white shirt. The person in front of him was wearing a black head band around his head. His shirt was made from tight black fishnet, and he had a short leather vest. His shirt was short enough so Shingo could see this other person's stomach. The person had leather pants to match the vest, which had several straps on them. His shoes were black with strap and a silver buckle. He also wore gloves on his hands with the same type of buckles as his shoes that went up past his elbow.
"Who are you...?" Shingo asked nervously. "You look just like me..."
The person smiled and tilted his head to the side. It was the first time Shingo had seen his eyes. They were brown like his, but there was something different. "It doesn't really matter who, or what, I am. I'm a part of you, and that's what matters."
"A part of me? Like a part of my personality?"
The person laughed at Shingo's question, and crossed his arms. "Perhaps, Shingo. Perhaps." Shingo arched an eyebrow at him. "Anyways, my friend, you are about to wake up."
^---*---^
Shingo rolled over onto his stomach. All of the pain that he had had earlier was gone, but he was increadibly tired. He put his head against the pillow, and breathed in the scent.
'This isn't how my pillow smells... nor is it a hospital...' he said in his mind. He breathed in the scent again. It had the smell of a faint mixture of cologne, shampoo, and another smell, most likely being just the scent of the person. 'Probably this is the home of the person who saved me.' He rested his head against it, keeping his eyes closed. '...They smell nice,' Shingo added mentally, smiling. He could hear the person in the other part of the home, cooking.
Shingo sat up after awhile in the the bed. He saw that the person had changed his clothes for him and had taken off his bandana. He now wore a pair of sweat pants and a loose shirt. He looked around the room some; it was pretty well-furnished for the small area it was in. 'Must be an apartement,' Shingo thought, 'in a better part of town.' He looked around the room some, seeing his bookbag and clothes folded over a chair in the corner of the room, near a guitar and a desk that looked to be covered in sheet music. He frowned. All of his clothes were bloody.
'No wonder noone was helping me back there... At least this travelling musician person saved me,' he thought as he flopped back onto the bed. Unfortunately, that caused a burning, sore jolt up his spine, causing him to scream out in pain. He closed his eyes tightly, and held his head. Shingo heard the person running through the house to come and see what the scream was. He heard them stop in the doorway, probably looking him over from there before coming closer to him.
"I see that you're finally awake," said the person, walking towards the bed after a moment of observing him. Shingo didn't bother to look at the person, or open his eyes for that matter, just yet. "I wish that I could have been here when you woke up, but at least I fixed you some food. Just stay there, I'll get you some pain killers and your food."
Shingo flopped his head over, hoping he could catch a glimpse of the person before he left, but didn't. He just watched the door waiting for the person to come back.
End of Part 2.
*
Shingo ran through the city, and to the shopping center. He looked around the area, hoping to see Kyo, but did not. He couldn't beleive he was listening to a voice in his head to go look for his idol (and secret love).
~Good, now... Do you see the resturaunt over there? Don't go in, but just look in the window. You won't get caught.~ Shingo complied, starting to walk slowly though the crowd of people. He was starting to feel a burning sensation on the back of his neck with each step, but it started to wear away when he got closer to the window.
'I don't see anything. Let's go. This really isn't right...' Shingo thought to himself and the Voice. Shingo tried to step back, only to feel that burning feeling on his neck go down his spine. He let out a small cry, and tried it again. The pain only became worse, causing him to fall down.
~Why don't you want to see Kyo, Shingo? Are you afraid?~ the Voice said, tauntingly. Shingo's rubbed his eyes, something moist coming from them.
By this time, a small crowd of people had started to look at the boy on the ground, and whispered amongst themselves.
'Please leave me alone!!!' Shingo nearly screamed aloud. The pain and bunring were becoming even more intense, spreading though out his body. He opened his mouth to scream, only to cough. He covered his mouth some as he did, and felt a liquid go against his hand. Shingo assumed it was blood.
~You should have gone to see your Kyo, Shingo. But no matter. You will see eventually what he was doing.~
Shingo's coughing became more and more severe, and the group of people had started to gather around him. His vision was starting to become red and blurred as he went between consciousness and blackness. He strained his neck back, and felt himself hit the back of his head on the concrete. He blinked his eyes several times to try and clear them, but it didn't work. The none of the people were helping him at all, which some how did not surpise Shingo. He let his head flop to the side, coughing. He could see a pair of black (from what he could tell, he wasn't trusting his sense very well at the moment) shoes coming closer to him. He could feel himself being picked up by someone.
"Quit staring at him," barked the person that carried him. Shingo closed his eyes, feeling as if he couldn't keep them open any longer. Who ever this person was, Shingo was thankful they had found him. Shingo leaned against him and felt the burning sensation slowly go away. He also felt the person carrying him start to walk.
"Where..." Shing whispered weakly, hoping the person would hear him. He didn't give the person time to respond even if he could hear, because he had already slipped into unconsciousness.
^---*---^
Shingo was in an all black void. He looked around him, attempting to look for away out. He started to walk forward, assuming that it was the best direction to move at this point.
"Shingo," spoke the Voice. "This is a dream."
Shingo stopped, and looked around. He he didn't see anything around him at first, until he went back to his original position. The person in front of him was himself with silvery-white hair. His skin was lighter as well, but the biggest difference was in the clothing. Even in his dream, Shingo was simply in his dark blue school uniform pants and a normal white shirt. The person in front of him was wearing a black head band around his head. His shirt was made from tight black fishnet, and he had a short leather vest. His shirt was short enough so Shingo could see this other person's stomach. The person had leather pants to match the vest, which had several straps on them. His shoes were black with strap and a silver buckle. He also wore gloves on his hands with the same type of buckles as his shoes that went up past his elbow.
"Who are you...?" Shingo asked nervously. "You look just like me..."
The person smiled and tilted his head to the side. It was the first time Shingo had seen his eyes. They were brown like his, but there was something different. "It doesn't really matter who, or what, I am. I'm a part of you, and that's what matters."
"A part of me? Like a part of my personality?"
The person laughed at Shingo's question, and crossed his arms. "Perhaps, Shingo. Perhaps." Shingo arched an eyebrow at him. "Anyways, my friend, you are about to wake up."
^---*---^
Shingo rolled over onto his stomach. All of the pain that he had had earlier was gone, but he was increadibly tired. He put his head against the pillow, and breathed in the scent.
'This isn't how my pillow smells... nor is it a hospital...' he said in his mind. He breathed in the scent again. It had the smell of a faint mixture of cologne, shampoo, and another smell, most likely being just the scent of the person. 'Probably this is the home of the person who saved me.' He rested his head against it, keeping his eyes closed. '...They smell nice,' Shingo added mentally, smiling. He could hear the person in the other part of the home, cooking.
Shingo sat up after awhile in the the bed. He saw that the person had changed his clothes for him and had taken off his bandana. He now wore a pair of sweat pants and a loose shirt. He looked around the room some; it was pretty well-furnished for the small area it was in. 'Must be an apartement,' Shingo thought, 'in a better part of town.' He looked around the room some, seeing his bookbag and clothes folded over a chair in the corner of the room, near a guitar and a desk that looked to be covered in sheet music. He frowned. All of his clothes were bloody.
'No wonder noone was helping me back there... At least this travelling musician person saved me,' he thought as he flopped back onto the bed. Unfortunately, that caused a burning, sore jolt up his spine, causing him to scream out in pain. He closed his eyes tightly, and held his head. Shingo heard the person running through the house to come and see what the scream was. He heard them stop in the doorway, probably looking him over from there before coming closer to him.
"I see that you're finally awake," said the person, walking towards the bed after a moment of observing him. Shingo didn't bother to look at the person, or open his eyes for that matter, just yet. "I wish that I could have been here when you woke up, but at least I fixed you some food. Just stay there, I'll get you some pain killers and your food."
Shingo flopped his head over, hoping he could catch a glimpse of the person before he left, but didn't. He just watched the door waiting for the person to come back.
End of Part 2.