Nonexistent.
Chapter Two
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Fujimori Sunao did not exist.

It was as simple as that, but that wasn't simple at all.

Sora was skipping his classes, but that was the least of his problems. Fujimori--his Sunao--was missing. Nobody seemed to be able to remember him at all, not Matsuri, not the adults.

He was currently, lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He had looked every where, had asked each and every person he came by. But nobody knew. Not a single person. Why?

It was nearly noon by now, but Sora had no intentions of moving. His eyes flickered across the room to the empty bed and his stomach sank even further than it had been.

Ever since six months prior when he had regained his memories and there was that whole incident at the old lab, Sora and Sunao hadn't made all too many gains in becoming closer. There were times when they would be sweet to each other and not end up arguing. There were times they would go out with each other, but neither one dared called it a 'date'. When walking down an empty hallway, one of the two would sometimes grab the other's hand, but almost always they moved away when someone else came near.

But there was a word Sora had for Sunao, although he had admitted it, even to himself.

And it was because of that word, or emotion, that Sora forced himself to sit up. He had to figure out what was going on. He had to know where Sunao was, he couldn't give up so soon.

"Okay, Fujimori was here was I went to bed last night." He said to himself glancing towards the empty bed once more.

They had not been arguing the night before. Sunao had mentioned something about wanting to see a movie that was coming out soon. Sora didn't exactly want to go see it, some sequel horror flick, but had promised to go when it came out.

"And then he wasn't here when I woke up."

How could Sunao had left, taking all of his stuff, without waking Sora in the process? That was the most puzzling thing of all. Or, perhaps, the second puzzling, the first being how no one else seemed to remember him.

Sora thought through some possibilities. Could he had been drugged before or while he was sleeping? That could maybe explain why he didn't wake up, no one can be perfectly quiet when moving their belongings. Maybe Sunao was kidnaped...and the entire student body had been drugged?

"It makes no sense at all!" Sora snapped punching his bed.

A pink elephant caught his eye.

That elephant that he slept with, that had been cut open months ago and patched up by Sunao...

...wasn't patched. It had never been torn. Ever.

Things were just getting weirder and weirder...

Matsuri came the next afternoon to check on Sora. And although the blonde was starting to worry about Sora's mental health, he sat and listened to Sora's complete story. About Sunao, the lab, their childhood.

"But that all happened months ago." Sora said as he nearly completed his story. "It's been ages since then, and now Fujimori's just disappeared. He was here last night! And now nobody seems to know where he went..."

Matsuri patted Sora on the head, like a small child. "Exams are coming up, you know. Don't worry, you certainly aren't the first person to go a little cuckoo with all of this pressure from exams. Maybe you've been studying a little too hard?"

Sora steamed. Matsuri didn't believe him. The blonde wasn't taking this seriously. Sunao was missing and nobody knew who he was! Before he could say anything more, the door suddenly opened without a knock.

"Fujimori!" Sora exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

But it wasn't the pink haired boy. It wasn't.

Why wasn't it Sunao?

Sora slowly sank back down onto the bed, a look of disappointment clearly written on his face.

The person who had opened the door was built was Sunao, thin and willowy, which was most of the reason why Sora had mistook him so easily at first. But this person, this young boy, had short and tamed, deep blue hair, nearly black. His eyes, a much lighter blue and nearly the same shade as Sora's glanced between Matsuri and Sora, then back down to a sheet of paper in his hand.

"Um...I may be in the wrong room..." But he noticed the empty bed and became seemed to get a bit more courage. "I'm looking for Hashiba Sora?"

Sora just stared at the boy, who was holding a luggage case in his free hand. He could see more luggage sitting outside of the door. Mitsuri, however, grinned brightly and stood.

"I was supposed to meet you and help carry your things!" Mitsuri noticed, glancing at his watch. "Sorry, I got caught up talking! My name is Honjo Mitsuri."

The boy nodded slightly. "I was waiting for you for a while...and then I was told to just find the room on my own."

"Sorry, sorry. This here is Sora, your roomie, who's just stressing a bit about exams!" Mitsuri decided to tell the complete stranger. "Sora-kun! This is finally your new roommate, Takashi Yuki!"

The new boy turned and bowed his head to Sora. "It's nice to meet you, Hashiba-san, I hope we can become great friends."

Sora just continued to stare. He didn't need a roommate, he already had one! But Mitsuri jabbed him in the ribs, so he nodded towards the new student. "Nice...to meet you...I think..."

Mitsuri whipped out a small camera from his back pocket and snapped a shot of the two new roommates. Yuki looked at the blonde with a questionable look, but Mitsuri was now half out of the door, stepping over the luggage.

"Now! As much as I'd love to watch this new friendship bloom, I am late for a student government meeting!" He waved as he shot down the hall, leaving the two alone in silence.

Yuki bit his lower lip as he dropped his luggage case onto the empty bed. Sunao's bed.

At that moment, Sora decided that all of this was a dream. It had to be. Nothing added up at all.

"Um...so..." Yuki spoke, trying to break the silence. "Have you been going to this school for a very long time?"

Sora didn't answer. He said laid back onto his bed wondering when the dream would be over.

Yuki blinked at the rudeness, but decided not to mention it. After all, the blonde student, Mitsuri had just said something about stress over exams. He continued to bring his things in, starting to set fresh sheets onto his bed, glancing over at Sora in curiosity.

This was a dream. There was no other explanation. So, Sora decided to just roleplay for a little while.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Sora said, sitting back up and then standing. One bag of luggage was still sitting beside the door and Sora grabbed it and brought it over to sit with the others. He looked down at the smaller boy, who looked back up at him in confusion over the sudden change of attitude. Yuki wasn't short for his age--now, Sunao was short, Sora thought--but Sora had always been tall compared to others his age and was a few inches taller than this new student. "You're...what was your name again?"

"Takashi Yuki."

Sora nodded. "Takashi-san, want me to help you move in?"

Yuki continued to stare at him because of the attitude change. He made a mental note to beware of his new roommate's mood swings.

He finally answered after a second's pause. "You don't have to...but I would like it if you would."

"Think I will, then after we're finished I suppose I could take you down to dinner, introduce you around."

Sora really was roleplaying. While in the back of his head something was still not at all right here, he was trying to convince himself that this really was a dream. And like all dreams, he would wake up sooner or later. But until then, he might as well play along. After all, he couldn't have his dream-self being rude or bringing on some dream-enemies who were likely to kill him in ways that only came about during dreams.

He helped unpack Yuki's school items and set them up nicely at the empty desk. Sunao's desk, but it was Yuki's desk in this dream. Pens, pencils, paper, books on history and foreign languages. He spoke nicely and started a decent conversation with the new student, who didn't seem to like talking about himself much.

"I used to go to a public school." Yuki said as he was unpacking his socks. "A student was murdered at the school and my mother thought it would be wiser to send me here."

"So late in the year?" Sora questioned, in his roleplay. "We've got exams in only a few weeks."

The boy tucked a stand of dark hair behind his ear. While his hair was very short compared to some standards, the straight locks fell just above his shoulders, combed down, and not anything as wild as Sora's hair.

"I...I think I can do well on my exams." He sounded a bit unsure of that, but he nodded all the same.

Sora wondered for a moment if he was going to do well on his own exams. Sunao had been helping him, just the other day, on English, which was really becoming his worst subject. Sunao had called him and idiot and had smacked him, though not all that hard, when he noticed Sora wasn't even paying much attention.

They went down to dinner not long after, both starving. Sora wondered how one got hungry in a dream and why exactly the 'pinch me, I'm dreaming!' thing didn't work. He introduced Yuki to his friends, who simply adored him. They pinched his cheeks because he still had a bit of a child-like look to him and didn't look at all his age.

Many people who looking at Sora oddly and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until Mitsuri joined them and explained did Sora know why.

"You've been running around looking for some imaginary friend." The blonde said over his dinner. "Who wouldn't talk? You seem to be back to your old self, though. See, I told you that it was just stress."

Yuki glanced up at Mitsuri, a question in his blue eyes, but he did not speak. He knew it wouldn't be polite to say anything about something like that, unless one of them asked him first.

"Fujimori is not an imaginary friend!" Sora said angerly, forgetting about his food. He did speak in a low tone, to not cause any more attention. He forgot for a moment that this was supposed to be a dream. "He's as real as you and me, but something weird is just going on!"

Yuki stopped eating and moved away so that he would stay out of the conversation. It wasn't his business and he certainly didn't want to be dragged into it. His new roommate was sure strange, but he had enough tact to know when not to bring something up.

"Sora-kun," Mitsuri had also forgot his dinner and was looking at Sora with a serious look. "I think that this is just stress from your exams. But if you keep it up, I'm going to have to take you to the nurse. And you know that you'll be sent to the hospital for them to look into your brain again."

Sora let that last sentence repeat in his mind several times. "Hospital...what?"

The blonde was really thinking of Sora's best interests. "Ever since your fall last year, you've only had to go back to the hospital once because of your strange behavior. You're one of my best friends, I don't want you to have to go back, but I will speak with the nurse if you continue acting so strange."

"My...fall." Had that really been over a year ago? It had been because...but Mitsuri wasn't listening to that anymore. He wasn't believing anything Sora was saying about Sunao, so there was no point in saying anymore.

"Now, don't go scaring off your new roomie so quickly." Mitsuri had resumed eating his dinner. "That kid is a year younger than you, you know."

Sora blinked. "Younger?"

"He's smart, skipped a grade. Maybe he'll help you with your exams." The blonde grinned at that last comment. "Anyway, he seems shy, so don't scare him off, really."

"Me?" Sora said, pointing to himself. "Scare him off? What would ever give you that idea?"

Mitsuri used a chopstick to point at the blue eyes. "Well, you've got this weird look in your eyes that can only mean mental scarring for the timid..."

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"Takashi-san, I hear that you're pretty smart." Sora exclaimed as they entered the room later on that night, close to bed time. Yuki crossed the room to sit on his bed, looking across at Sora who was sitting on his own.

Yuki stared at him, wondering what he wanted, before nodding slightly. "I...guess..."

"Great! Because I've got a mystery on my hands that I need some help with!" Sora said with excitement in his voice, if only to make Yuki think this was fun. "Do you like mysteries, Takashi-san?"

"Well...I like to read mystery novels sometimes."

Even better. Sora was going to figure out what had happened with Sunao if it killed him. While he was still trying to believe that this was all just a dream, the longer the dream went on, the less he believed that it really was.

"Okay, this mystery is about a nonexistent boy named Fujimori Sunao..."

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Two chapters in one day. I only expect this fic to be about...five, six chapters long at the most. Also, I hate Really, I do. It used to be so much easier back in the good ol' days. I haven't posted on here in nearly a year and now I come back to everything being difficult.

So, wondering where Sunao is?

In chapter 3: Yuki helps Sora search for any word of Sunao, and finds somes interesting things. But how can he continue to go on humoring Sora?