A/N: This is part 2 to boys night in- :gets punched in the shoulder by jenna aka Jen-Tao07: CURSE YOU MORTAL! LEAVE ME OUT OF U N MA TWINS LIL SHOULDER PUNCHIN CONTEST THINGS! . :sighs: Anyways, R&R PLEEEEAAASSEEE!
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Never-Ending Sadness
Chapter 14: Boys Night In Part 2
Yoh was woken by a sharp jolt to the shoulder, just before he had the chance to cry out and raise his fist to his attacker an icy hand clamped over his mouth.
"Sshh," said Tray's voice, "It's only us."
"Us?" As Yoh's eyes adjusted to the darkness Yoh saw another figure, a very small figure, next to Tray, he instantly knew it was Morty, he could see the way his hair went. The room burst into a dim light as Mortimer struck a match and lit a candle.
"What's goin' on?" Whispered Yoh, puzzled at why his friend had woken him.
"Look," Tray pointed to where Shinzo tossed and turned in his sleep. He'd moved about a foot from where he'd last been seen sleeping, and now lay half on and half off a blanket, pawing the air like a puppy having a nightmare.
"Haven't you woke him yet? How longs he been like this?" Asked Yoh, his face was that of concern.
"He's been like this for ages, not sure how long, but it might help us understand him a bit more," explained Morty, "if we knew what he was afraid of or keeping from us then maybe we could help, you see, every four in five people talk in their sleep, so maybe we could get something out of his subconscious mind if we know how."
"…And how exactly do we do that?" Yoh whispered,
"Well, sometimes if you quietly repeat a question over and over again then they might answer," Tray told him.
"Yeah but the odds of that happening are a million-to-one." Morty added the downside.
"Well, its worth a try if we can help him right?"
"Right."
Morty was the first to start:
"What are you afraid of, what are you afraid of, what are you afraid of." After a while they all joined in and chanted, hoping to help their needy friend, not knowing that they were being drawn into the darkness themselves.
The next thing I knew I was in some sort of prison, I tried to move my arms but they were tied above my head, and my feet chained to a cold stonewall. As my eyes finally started to open I could see two other figures in the room, and, although I did not know it, they knew I was there two. Even though I couldn't see them, I had the strangest urge that I'd met them before, a long, long time ago. Suddenly the darkness burst with noise, laughter echoed the room loud enough to deafen the deaf.
'Hahahahahahaha!' It continued, but it wasn't the laughter just there, there was something else, a voice, three at once to be precise, but I couldn't quite make out the words, something to do with fear I knew that much, the word 'afraid' was made so clear it was almost as loud as the laughter. But the other words I had difficulty hearing, so instead I shouted at it: 'Stop laughing! Stop it stop laughing!' I shouted it over and over again until I couldn't even hear myself think, – or shout for that matter – my head felt woozy, the darkness was taken over by another blanket of blackness and the laughter was finally silenced, all was quiet and peaceful once more, but I wondered, how long would it last?
Morty, Yoh and Tray lay stretched out on a single blanket, their vocal chords all puffed out, they'd given up the chanting business when Tray had pointed out the fact that they were being pathetic, now they just lay half asleep wondering what to do next.
Morty was the first to hear the soft mumbling.
"…stop…"
"Huh?" Morty looked around to see who had spoke, Tray and Yoh were just laying there on their backs, unmoving, like little dead people waiting to be found. Morty was just about to dismiss it as his imagination when he heard it again.
"…stop it!"
His head shot up as he looked around, Yoh was now on his elbows; apparently he had heard it too.
"…Stop.. Laughing!" Their heads shot towards Shinzo, he tossed more violently now, in more need of space and air.
They crawled up to their sleeping friend and looked down on him, his face describing untold terror and pain. Tray was at their sides now, all three looking down at the sleeping lad. The boy's eyes, even though closed, were on the edge of spilling tears.
"That's it," Yoh announced, "I'm waking him!"
No one tried to stop him as Yoh reached down and softly shook the boys shoulder while gently whispering his name.
"Shinzo? Shinzo wake up."
The boy mumbled, slightly opened one eye, then closed it again. Yoh was about to shake him again when Morty stopped him, "Look," Morty pointed to the now peacefully sleeping child, "He seems ok now, he just probably needed to get out of the dream, that was all, he's peaceful now."
Yoh and Tray silently agreed, then slowly, careful not to make a sound, inched away towards a corner of a room where they could discuss things in the light of the glowing candle flame that flickered whenever anyone spoke.
"Think we should ask him about the dream tomorrow?" Asked Yoh in a hushed voice.
"Maybe, we'll see, but it might just make matters worse." Morty told them.
"Oh? How so?" Asked Tray, crouching low for no apparent reason.
"Well, remember that battle with Faust the 8th? Well, when I woke in hospital I thought it was a dream, until Silva showed up and told me, and then I remembered it all and believe me I wasn't exactly thrilled to be reminded of the horror of that night." Explained Morty.
"Ah," Yoh understood. "But remember how fragile he was when he met me? It was like I was going to beet him up or something, like he'd never met a trusting person in his life."
"Yeah," Tray murmured, "and him and Anna keep going off, it's like their having secret meetings or something."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Then Yoh said, "I'll ask Anna about it in the morning while Shin's still asleep, in the mean time I think we should get him around more people, you know, meet more friends."
"Yeah, hey! I know!" Everyone turned to Morty as he announced his idea, "how about school? I mean, it's where me and you met, right?" He turned to Yoh who laughed:
"Oh yeah, and we met Rio too,"
"You met Rio in school?" Asked Tray confused.
"No, when I met Yoh I met the dead-enders and Rio runs them." Clarified the small boy.
"Oh, so the-"
"NO!" Cried Yoh and Morty in union, "THE DEAD-ENDERS DON'T GO TO SCHOOL!"
"Sshh!" Scolded Tray, and then whispered, "…so where did you meet them?"
"On Monument Hill," Yoh told him.
"Ah," Tray finally understood, he'd been told the story of how the others met a thousand times but still never got it right. Apparently Rio had beet up Morty and Yoh had dragged his little friend back to the graveyard to get Rio and the Dead-enders to apologise, resulting in a battle between Rio and Yoh, who had to gain spirit form with Amidamaru and chopped Rio's hair in half.
"So, 'we going to see if we can get him into a school or what?" Yoh whispered,
"Yes, but it would have to be the school we go to, and he'd have to be in all of your classes Yoh," Morty fiddled with his pyjama sleeve.
"Why?" Asked the confused shaman.
"Because in-case you haven't noticed, he's formed a bond with you, he trusts you more than anyone else although I cant see why." Informed Tray, "Now I don't know about you, but its –" Tray grabbed Morty's wrist and looked at the watch, "- its seven minute's till three and I'm tiered, so 'night guys."
"Yeah, same here."
"Me too," They said as they all settled down for a good nights sleep, dreaming of nothing but blackness.
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A/N: Hey, anyone know of a better title for the actual story cause 'Never-Ending Sadness' is REALLY annoying me:sighs, I need inspiration:watches all three 3:30 hours long fruits basket disks while pretending to look for 'inspiration' : …well, no inspiration there! ":) R&R PLEASE PEOPLE!
