EDIT: Yes, I'm editing. I'm just informing you all that it just so happened that my fic has resemblance to lil'mi1's fic "Never Ever". I promise that I never meant to copy any of lil'mi1's ideas. I've received an email to her and I'm waiting to see if I'll receive her permission. Of course she will be given credit. Some of this content was lil'mi1's idea, not mine, and although I did come up with it on my own, I obviously wasn't fast enough. Now I feel like I wasted that 2 and a half mouths that I used to make this plot. But anyway, sorry again.

The rest of this fic, probably after chapter 1, possibly part of chapter 2, will have some resemblance as well, but after that, it won't resemble any. I can guarantee that. Now I hope this is settled.

It's been a while since I wrote a fic….geez; I almost forgot how to write one. ;

This one's angst and tragedy! . There's also horror that will come in a little later. At least I think it will. It's also a bit mystery. I'm so weird. I'm not that much of an angsty person yet it's the easiest thing for me to write. So strange….

There is shonen-ai in here, no a definite pairing but…yeah you know what I mean. You wanna know who the shonen-ai stuff is going on between? . I'm soooo evil….It's between…Like hell I'm gonna tell ya! laughs insanely so screw me, if I told ya that would probably ruin your interest. And it's only some innocent shonen-ai fluff. They're actually only good friends. Close really REALLY good friends. You get my point.

Anywho! I don't own TeniPuri or the guys. Or anything else for that matter.

Summary: When his father landed a spot in the hospital, he was sent to deliver lunch for him. Somehow, he came across an empty room, one that hasn't been used since who knows when. But to Echizen's surprise, the room is still in use...somehow. Eyes of sorrow…eyes of hate…shrouded with mystery after mystery…hints of shonen-ai, sorta AU, no pairings.

Rating: PG-13 (it's pretty much PG in this part. But I did mention some stuff here that will show again more…um…bloody-ish later on. And there will be some cursing!

I'll get the fic going now. Hope ya enjoy, this is only the prologue.

Remembering to Breathe

Prologue

……What happened……? A slit of gold peered out, only to be blinded by the light. The boy tries hard to take in the surroundings, but only made out blurred silhouettes and muffled words. Some were emphasized, like…empty, dangerous, haunted, and…

…Ghost…? Where was he? Having finally adjusted his eyes, he opened this slowly only to see the face of him mother. "Okaa-san?...Doko—" Before he could finish, his mother swept in and pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to choke him. The boy was surprised by this. "Okaa-san…?"

"Oh god, Ryoma! Thank goodness you're okay! Don't ever ever go scaring us like that ever again! You hear me?!" Her face was stained with tears, her voice shook beyond belief. "I just can't bear to lose my baby boy……"

The room fell silent, only to be disturbed by the mothers soft sobbing. His eyes showed as much confusion as his mind held. What could have possibly happened to have him end up in a hospital bed, to have him mother cry in such a manner? A sound brought him back to reality.

"Oi, Echizen." The youth whirled him face to the origin of the voice.

"Momo-sempai…" The violet eyes of the junior never left the youth's face; the pupils were intent on staying there.

"Don't ever let anything like that happen again, ya hear me? His expression softened a bit and a smile broke onto his lips. "You gave us quite a fright there, Echizen. It's good thing I passed by and found ya, otherwise you probably wouldn't have made it." His brows furrowed, his words leaving the youth completely clueless. What was he talking about? What happened to him that he almost died? More confusion shadowed over him, more than he needed.

"Momo-sempai……what are you talking about…? What happened?" His questions surprised his sempai. Momo just looked at his face weirdly, and then said, "You must have lost a lot of blood to not remember anything. That should be my question." His reply put Ryoma in an even more confusing state. So he doesn't know either…… His mother finally got off him, retrieving the place beside him father and leaving his hospital gown soaked. Normally he would complain, but this wasn't a normal situation. He really wants to know what happened.

"We're not sure what happened ourselves. We found you on the 7th floor unconscious in the numberless room at the end of the hall. We were quite surprised to find you there in the first place. No one has been in that room since World War II. How did you find your way up there?" The doctor finished and Ryoma thought some more. 7th floor…numberless room…World War II…but wait… It was starting to all come back to him. But that room…it had…! His friend and family looked at him strangely while he tried to figure out what it was…

"…Wait…that room…there was a number…" His hand rounded against his forehead, trying to calm the headache he'd received from all this thinking. The doctor only looked at him strangely.

"What are you talking about? No rooms on that floor have numbers. Only the first has a sign and it says storage. The one we found you in had no number; you can go now to see if you want." At this comment, he immediately made to movement to get out of bed, but his mother stopped him.

"No! You mustn't get out of bed yet, Ryoma. You need your rest. Worry about that later…" Despite her warning he got out and darted in the direction to the room. They followed him, his mother continuing her pleading. There was a number…there has to be! It couldn't have been a dream! It couldn't!

5th…6th…7th! With the others still behind him, he headed for the last room in the hall. His heart stopped at the site in front of him. There…really wasn't any number…That's not right! There was! It was here! I saw it! The blue haired boy just stayed there staring at the door, while the others finally caught up. His eyes showered with frustration and confusion. What's going on…?

"See…there isn't any number. It's been that way since the war." The doctor put his hand on Ryoma's head and continued, "You better get back to bed. We don't want you to stress yourself from the moment you wake up." He steered Ryoma to the direction to the stairs, but the youth refused and pushed open the door. More confusion crossed him. The room looked untouched…only to see a few prints of shoes that must've been his sempai's. He walked in slowly, completely oblivious of his mother's words.

His father placed a hand onto her shoulder, signaling her to stop. "Let him be. Let's see what happens. He's not going to rest until he finds out. That's him." They watched as he looked warily at the room. It wasn't all a dream, was it…what ever happened…? His eyes continued to wander landing them on the stained knife in the corner. His eyes widened, thinking, that……that dagger!

The doctor noticed the direction Ryoma was looking in. "That dagger's been there since the war too. People had tried again and again to take it out of this room, but it's as heavy as a boulder. It won't budge. People think that it's because there are ghosts haunting this room." At this, Momoshiro stepped into the room to the knife.

"Really? They haven't been able to move this? It's a knife…no a tank." He bent down and wrapped his hands around the dagger's handle, then lifted it. At least that's what he tried to do. The doctor was true to his word. The dagger wouldn't budge a single bit. "Geez! You weren't kidding!" He let go and looked at his hands. "Mmmnn….I wonder why it wouldn't work."Ryoma looked at his sempai's hands and gasped at the sight he saw. There was fresh blood covering it all over.

"S…sempai…." Momoshiro looked at Ryoma as if he was crazy and asked what was wrong. "Your hand……it's covered in blood…" Now Momo was starting to worry.

"What blood? Are you getting delusional…? There's no blood on my hands." The adults walked in the room at well, and looked at his hands. They saw none as well. This concerned Ryoma, as his hand closed in on the dagger. Amazingly to his and the others' surprised, he had picked it up no problem. When he set it down closer to him, he saw his hands…they were clean. His mother's scream startled him and he looked up at her. Her face was filled with horror as she looked at his hands. To him, it was clean. To her, they were blood stained.

"Ryoma…your hands……" He looked confusingly are her then asked what about them. "They're covered all over!...with…with…blood." The last word came out with a squeak. This puzzled and frightened all of them.

"Well, pick up the knife Echizen, and see what it says on it. I believe there's a name." Ryoma picked the dagger again, and turned it in his hand. It had the name "Kikumaru" engraved in it. Kikumaru……the name sounded familiar but it didn't ring a bell. "Kikumaru…I thought so…" Ryoma along with the others were startled at this and asked how he knew it. "Kikumaru is the name of the owner of this dagger. He was a 15 year old child who hid here during the war. No one, if not, little today knows what happened to him. They say he killed himself, but the reason is still unknown." They all looked at him, almost like asking him to continue. "He was also accompanied by a friend of his. I believe his name was… …no…I seem to have forgotten…"

What was his name…?………ah! That's…! Ryoma made the sudden move and got up. He rushed to the bed that lied across the room and opened the curtains, causing a layer of dust fly. He pondered of what he should do next, then pulled the pillow and saw what he has searched for. When everyone else saw this they were all mystified. What lied below the pillow was the beautiful silver locket they ever saw. Although it was an old style that showed it was from the war, its condition was like brand new, almost like it came from heaven itself. The boy carefully picked it up and examined it closely. The others closed in as well, looking at it in awe.

"What…What a beautiful necklace……my…it's like new." Ryoma's mom reached in her hand to touch it, but Ryoma didn't consent that. He snatched it away from her as quickly as possible. "Ryoma…!" She stared at him in confusion, wondering why her son was being so greedy. Little did she know that Ryoma had a reason to do that. He remembered, right before she touched it, something that someone said.

'Don't let others ever touch it. You understand? You're the only one who can or else the brightness will fade.'

The boy just stood there, staring at the wondrous locket. He opened it to see if anything was inside. In an instant, a little paper note fell out. All watched as Ryoma picked it up. "What does it say, Echizen? Open it and read." He did just as Momoshiro told him to. Reading the note, he realized that this was what they had left him.

Ya know, this is pretty long for a prologue, in my opinion anyway…… How was it? Was it okay, good, horrible? Did I spill too much; I don't think so……?

I really hope this will catch your attention. I'm not at all good at writing fanfics, but it's fun and really want other people's opinion. And tell me whenever it's too confusing, though, it's technically supposed to be…a little…

Chapter 1 is coming soon! Hopefully I can finish in a couple of days. It'll be longer by a bit, or possibly the same length…who knows. The prologue here is actually what happened….should I say it…whatever…AFTER the whole fic. Next chapter it'll start like…1 week earlier or something.

Oh! And try and guess who Kikumaru's FRIEND is? Think about what I emphasized there. Who would be like…one of the last people on earth…or maybe only Japan who would be his close friend. CLOSE friend. I'd like if you take a guess in the review, which I'd also appreciate as well. I wanna see if people can guess right. And if someone does guess right, I might be more motivated to make this story better. Good luck!

Review, please and thanks!