Mental Trauma

Stage Six; Unknown

The Next Morning

I have been flamed by the fangirls for my kill of Blues. I have decided! He is not dead! I have also decided…

THIS IS SHONEN-AI! About time for me to announce it right? Better late than never I never say! I say it now though!

This chapter's going to be a bit confusing on the pairs, because it's almost an all around three-way romance apparently… LaikaEnzanLaika, NettoEnzanNetto, LaikaNetto… Yes, Laika and Netto's is one way… And Blues is in the background going "Enzan-sama!"

You can't please everyone… Sorry!

"Netto-kun…" Rockman called, "I'm going to call Mama… I want to tell her that we're going to be… staying over tonight…" Netto nodded solemnly, more fresh tears sprinkling his flushed face. It had been four hours after Enzan's outburst, and he had cried himself to sleep. The horrible memory of the sophisticated boy crumbling to horrid brittle pieces in his arms he knew would haunt him for as long as he would be able to remember, and possibly until he died. Enzan was tossing and turning still in his sleep, with the brunette feeling obligated to watch over Enzan in this state. Even with Enzan being Enzan, there was no doubt that he could do something rash. Netto slowly turned the doorknob of the Ijuin's bedroom door, letting the cold of the metal run down his spine. He heard the creak, which made him flinch and paranoid. The darkness of a vast room was not what you could call homey.

"Enzan… Are you awake?" Netto peered through the dark room and called with a gentle tone. There was no response, and Netto assumed that Enzan had still been fast asleep, or had woken up and stabbed a thumbtack through his neck and died a slow death… yes… he was paranoid as hell. He slowly tiptoed toward the slow breathing that began to ring clear in his ears at the end of the room. His arms felt around to find the cushion and quilt, a few times hitting sharp objects, a desk, a lamp, and something that felt like a day old sandwich. He was definitely not a day or night person. He finally made his way to his location. He sat down at the end of the bed, careful not to wake up the sleeping darkness. He listened to the slow breath and the call of the Red Navi as he exhaled. "Enzan…" Netto gently called, and stroked the white hair that glimmered with a pale blue hue, and darkness of the somber raindrops that pelted the window masked at his side. Netto wiped his bloodshot eyes of his own sluggish rain that poured over his face. His eyes had finally found their way and pierced the darkness.

"Blues…" Enzan moaned under his breath. "Don't… go…" his arm slowly raised, and spread his fingers as if reaching toward something distant… and unreachable. The fingers coiled and twisted in a dreaded fear. The brunette felt the hopelessness and the faith that was slowly draining away from the core. Netto bit his lip and adhered the hand protectively. Enzan flinched, however had yet to awaken. There was a dream somewhere in his mind that he was trying to fight, but had in the end began to lose his way. Netto bit his lip hard and held back the pain that he tried to ignore. He could sense the screams that ran through Enzan's insides, that shredded the other boy and himself just thinking about it. He could tell it was wringing him by the throat, waiting for the climax of his suffering.

"Enzan…" He smiled half-heartedly. "Everything's going to be alright… Just… Just…" There was a long pause and deafening silence as Netto grew weary and overcame with exhaustion. He knew that he would cling to Enzan for dear life as his mind slowly went dank. The silence of sleep was inevitable, and the augury of the sandman was without saying. "Enzan…" He whimpered quietly. "Don't fall… " Came a new chant. One that he knew would run through his mind forever. His eyes slid shut and his head lowered. His mind fell into the quiet night of all that was it…

Little did he recall that a soldier in the field of battle had little choice but to abandon his post.

Laika let the door click closed. He sighed heavily and let the rain trample him, only to be left in disappointment as the shield of the bus stop refrained his getting soaked.

The quiet night was left to its gentle sobs outside… Left to be taken in by wings of the darkness…

"Enzan! Wait!" Netto woke up with a start, calling the strung name with haste and panic. "A dream…" He said to himself, peering through the window. The sun shone through the tall frames, the trees shook with excitement, for the rain had gone, and the clouds had been cleared. The birds sang as they shook off the darkness, and had just drove into the morning. He stared into the folds of the bed, slowly remembering the occurrences of the previous day, the horrid day, the retched day of beckoning and test. "Enzan…" He blinked. "Enzan?" He hollered, and turned around, to find Enzan sitting at his desk, staring mindlessly into a piece of line paper. "Enzan!" Netto slowly got to his feet, and almost fell. His knees were numb, for at some point in that night he ended up kneeling. Netto slowly made his way toward him. "Enzan…" He repeated. Said boy ignored the call, and continued making a series of Kanji on the paper. "Enzan…?" The head slowly turned to face the brunette. Netto blinked again after what he saw. The PET had driven into his fingers.

"Netto…" came a soft whimpering, from the boy who looked completely sleep deprived. The brunette numbly tumbled closer to the other boy. There was a silence as Enzan shook deafly. Netto's pale fingers twitched as they conflicted whether to comfort Enzan or not. "Blues… He's…" In his hands rattled the dull red piece of machinery that used to hold the other half of the famous duo—the two that earned instant respect and authority in the field of battle. The remainder of the half had been shaken to brittle pieces. "He… was just there… a—a minute ago…" He stammered, pointing toward the messy sophisticated bed. Netto turned around, and wiped his swollen lids of tears and possible sleep deprivation.

"Enzan…" Netto bit his lip. "He's not… here…he died yesterday… remember?" There was a silence, as Netto began to try and gather what he just said, and Enzan just remained silent, and dropped the pencil in one hand, PET remained stable and safe.

"I remembered…" Enzan started, his body shaking and his free hand trembling over his head. "In my sleep, I… relived that time that started this… When that damned Navi came at us…" Netto remained quiet, as he couldn't gather what words he could say… What could he do to make this all better? What could he do to shut him up?

"Enzan…"

"No… When that pain ran through my entire body… I could hear him…" The teenager stammered for every word.

"What?" Netto stared in disbelief. "H-how could that be possible?" He yet again was in the conflict of whether the other was insane or telling fact. In the long run, Netto was either humoring him, or his reputation of being an optimist preceded him. "Is there a link of some sort?" He knew it was quite possible, the unbelievable has always happened around him anyway.

"It's not fair…" Enzan said grievously. "He told me he'd be here… He told me that we could be here together! F-Forever! That's why… I trusted him…" Came the shivering breaths of mistrust and affliction (no means of being an ice breaker but I was really getting tired of using the words 'agony' and 'sad'… I was at a loss of words at the time so I searched through a thesaurus! Does the happy dance) "Ever since that day that I almost… really… lost him…" Enzan clutched his beating heart, letting it calm in his broken body. "Blues… he even told me…"

Enzan was silent, as he seemed to listen to something

/Enzan-sama…/

He picked up the pencil, as words ran through his mind. His hand trembling, and urging itself to stay still for at least a little moment. "… And I can hear him! We… I don't know but I heard him! And I think I can hear him now!" Netto just stood there in surprise, listening to this other boy ramble nonsense and write whatever crossed his mind. Was he insane? Or was something miraculous happening right then and there? Enzan listened to a blurry voice in his mind, that he knew and longed for. He could track it for miles if he had to, just to hear it speak his name. "Blues! He's out there… Somewhere! He's… I don't… I can! He's…" Netto panicked, unable to read what the other boy was rambling about.

"Enzan! What are you talking about? I can't hear anything!" There was a pause and an eerie silence as the pencil cracked, in all different places. Enzan was wide-eyed and deafly silent. In his mind he heard nothing, and maladjustment to the silence was strange. Soon the voice returned, but became something entirely different and perplexing. Enzan trembled in fear, as the voice in his head began coiling itself into something strange… something horrifying. Enzan wobbled in place, as he felt his mind swirl, screams echoing in his head that definitely weren't his, but definitely wasn't Blues… or the one that he knew. Netto grasped onto his close friend's shoulders as he tumbled to the floor. He held his head tightly, as panic shrilled through his gasps. The gentle thud of the two hitting the floor rang loud to him.

"Enzan! P-pull yourself together! What's the matter? What's going on? What do you mean by you can hear Blues?" Netto's lips trembled as he spoke in clear randomness. He panicked as Enzan had yet to respond to the surprise of his close friend. The brunette listened to the other speak in strange tongues, as he tried to comfort whatever was twisting inside of him.

"Blues! It's Blues!" He shrilled. "I can't hear him anymore! I can't! He was… I did! I can… I can feel him feeling… I don't… Blues is screaming… Ah!" Enzan hugged himself close and tightly, as if in pain. A familiar jolt ran through his body, except it ran all over. It ran down his spine, to the tips of his fingers and toes, and jabbed his abdomen, and coiled between his numbed legs, that opened as his back arched, revealing the skin underneath the layers of clothing. His eyes rolled back in aggravation, and he panted and cried in shrill torture. "Ah… D-damn…" He clutched the other boys' hand to make sure someone was there, one of the fingers trailing its way around the wrist, which made it tingle. Netto felt a strange and awkward feeling in his lower section, which he knew he'd be punching himself in the face for later. He let it go as he complied and grasped the other's hand in comfort. "Blues…" He strained a cry of horror weakly. He lay in Netto's arms as he felt almost like his lower section began to tear. The younger boy stared as a part of the other boy seemed to move on it's own, the rest of himself in complete agony. His left arm reached toward the pencil on the desk, and trembled as it made line after line in the page, and dragged the paper to the floor as it continued to scribble away. The brunette watched the hand make the strokes on the line paper, fighting for power over the limb. "Ah! Agh!" Enzan writhed in agony, and the possession ended and his arm went limp. And the pain had eased only enough for him to stop his howling. The pencil fell to pieces. "Ah… uh… Netto… Blues… he's…" the boy heaved, mouth wide and hungering for air as fatigue took him over, he rolled into Netto and lay there silently, other than the labored breathing. "Netto…" Came a weakened cry that was with breathlessness. The brunette felt the midsection feeling a little awkward again, and realized how much he'd be smacking himself sooner or later, and he pulled Enzan's shirt back down, it had been lifted pretty high up his chest by gravity. There was a rhythm of breathing as neither boy could speak. Netto slowly reached toward the paper, crumpling it slightly as it vibrated in his hand. His eyes scanned the page.

"Enzan-sama…" He read over random speeches as quietly as possible, which as he continued became a script of things that he could already imagine in his mind the Red Navi saying. His eyes were drawn to the last lines that were thick bold and jagged—the lines that were written during the haunting moment just seconds ago.

/Enzan-sama…/

Netto's eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

/Aishiteru…/

Netto gritted his teeth and let the paper fall out of his hands, a crumpling sound made as it slowly grazed the surface of the floor. His arms became protective of this tattered unstable body, regardless of how much it would cost him. He knew what he had to do.

"Enzan…" He hushed in a strange tone. "We'll… find him… We'll find him… just… just don't worry… okay?" His paled lips hovered over Enzan's forehead. Netto trembled to sum up what he was doing. He combed back the pale hair that tinted a blue hue in the night, and a snow white in the glossy day. His lips made contact with the other boy's head, along with small strand of hair. It wasn't something that one would claim as a kiss more as just… a gentle brush of skin. Enzan flinched at the action, but felt some strange comfort in it, yet an evil song ran through his head… no… not evil… but no good could come from it…

Netto, at that moment began to feel hopeless and naïve. He felt the system of stupidity run through him, and left helpless to his own feelings that he was oblivious to until now. Netto realized how blind he had been. He took a deep breath, and filled his lungs with a falsified confidence.

"No… Enzan." He grasped the other's shoulders. "No matter what, I know… We…" He paused, as he stared hard into the longing terrified eyes. These looked back at him with intent. However, a dark hopelessness ran through them. "We'll find him… I'll find him. The real Enzan wouldn't be like this. Now suck it up!" He commanded numbly. Enzan stared blankly at Netto's newfound hope. He couldn't help but feel vulnerable and fooled. He looked away from the chocolate colored eyes, and stared through the chair that had failed his balance. "ENZAN!" Netto yelled. "You have to snap out of this! What about Blues? Something's happened to him! How would he feel if he knew you were giving up?" Enzan flinched, and licked the lips scorned in his own dried, dark blood from the constant biting. The brunette sighed, and gave him a reassuring smile. "We're going to save Blues… No matter what the cost." Enzan slowly looked up to this boy… this boy that was about to do anything for him… almost like Blues… just like Blues…

"Why…?" Enzan cracked, grabbing hold of Netto's arm. "What purpose or benefit would it serve you?" Enzan thought of the words that the boy would use to explain. He had nearly become scarily hopeful to hear them. Netto was silent, as he gazed hard into the other boy's Sky Blue eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed again.

"Enzan… It's because… I think that I—" He froze, realizing what he could be jeopardizing. Everything that could change if he said those three sacred words. These were to be used with caution, as it would possibly alter the course of history, and make the sun rise from the west, and the sun set from the east. It could drown the fish of the sea in the waters, and dry the walkers of the earth. Freeze the broadness of the spring, and boil the coldness of the winter. Netto knew what mistakes he could be making, even for his age he wasn't an idiot. Therefore… He fenced back the tears and words that charged their way into his head. He pretended to excuse it for miscommunication, and cleared his throat. "Hey… That's what friends are for… right?" Enzan's face changed into a disappointed blank, but with a feeling that he couldn't quite make out himself. Regardless of his disappointment, he knew how great this could be for him. He knew what Netto was saying… sacrificially; Enzan gave a haphazard smile. Letting things stupidly pull him into a fake hope.

"Netto…" He said. "Arigato…" His arms twisted around Netto's neck in gratitude, as unreadable tears paved a wet road for its followers down his paled face. "You have no idea…" Netto smiled, as he patted the other gently on the back. The both of them felt a slight need to bare their fangs, and slowly mouthed out the three words that they knew then and there that they could never say, so long as they never knew the mirroring words that echoed from each other…

Never…

Ever…

For Enzan, the dark blackness of the air began to flicker with an Emerald hope, tinted with untrustworthiness… that could burn him away in seconds, or develop and abolish the evil that remained in the stolen hearts.

End Chapter

Confused? You should be

I sort of ran over this a few hundred times to add some details into it. Does it look just a little bit more detailed? Or did it go to waste?

R and R! Or i'll be a sad little monkey of sadness and contempt!

PS... Should I change this to PG-13? Cause later in the story I might be just a little gross here and there...