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Chapter Six

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Sora and the Yuki in white stared at each other for several seconds. Not less than ten seconds passed before the older boy rushed forward, grabbing Yuki from around the collar and pushed him up against the locked closet door.

"You're going to tell me now exactly what's going on." Sora said calmly, but with a hint of threat in his voice. "You're going to tell me where Fujimori is and why nobody knows him. You're going to explain why there are two of you. And you'd better do it fast."

Yuki gulped and nodded slowly. "I'll...I'll tell you everything..."

Sora let him go, but didn't move. This was it, he was finally going to hear everything, to understand everything.

One step closer to finally finding Sunao.

"I'm waiting..." Sora said when the younger boy didn't speak.

Yuki was trying to figure out where to begin. "Well...I don't know why, exactly, there are two of me. We're not two different people, we're not twins. We're one person. Only at one point, my mind broke and spilt into two. That other Yuki is part of my mind with certain emotions, thoughts, and feelings, and I'm a part with others. The other one decided that we needed to have revenge on you...so he made up this plan to destroy you."

That made very little sense to Sora. But it did oddly remind him of himself and Yoru.

"But why can't anyone besides me remember Fujimori?"

"It was part of the plan." Yuki explained, wringing his hands nervously. "If Fujimori-san was taken away from your entire world, but you kept the memory of him, if we thought that sooner or later you'd go insane, or something like that."

Sora stared at him for several seconds. Although that was a horrible, evil plan...he had to admit that it had been working, somewhat.

"What we didn't expect, though, was how much you believed in Fujimori-san." Yuki shook his head. "It was thought that you would give up on him within days. Than later, when you believed that you were making him up, we would show him to you and further make you doubt your sanity. But you just believed in him too much. You wouldn't let him go, so, the plan didn't work.

"But the reason why no one else would remember him, the reason your past was so different, was because that's how we made it to be."

This confused Sora...even further. He had thought everyone had been drugged, or something of the sort.

"How can you...make something be?" The blue haired boy asked slowly.

Yuki's blue eyes stared into Sora's for a while, unsure of what to say. Sora wondered how this could be, how could they make something be?

Yuki dropped his eyes. "Hashiba, this is not the real world. This is just all an illusion in your mind."

"What in the hell are you talking about?"

How could it have not been the real world? School had been there, same as ever. Everyone, except Sunao, had been there, acting the same as usual. How could his mind have created such an illusion? Again, he was strongly reminded of how he had created Yoru...but why would he create something so horrible? Such a horrible plot?

"You, Hashiba, are in a deep sleep right now." Yuki said softly. "And so is Fujimori-san. That is how we are controlling this world, because it's all a dream."

"But...even if that is true," Sora said, not quite believing this at all, it was such a crazy story. "How would you be able to control a dream?"

Yuki looked up at the cracked ceiling. "Because I'm dreaming too."

Great, so everyone and their mother was now in a dream.

"It's not as simple as that though." Yuki continued, looking back down to Sora. "Look, I'm not exactly sure how this all works, it's that other part of me that put most of this together, I was just supposed to look after you. After you and Fujimori-san went to sleep that last night that you saw him, we took over your conscience, we controlled your dream. We decided what existed and what didn't."

So, he really was just in a nightmare...dreaming had been his very first guess to what was going on, after all, although he hadn't expected anything like this. This was all much too much and confusing.

"If this is just a dream...can't we just wake up?" Sora questioned.

The younger boy shook his head. "You can't and won't wake up until your conscience is freed from our control. The other me is the one who is in control and...and I can't stop him."

Fine. So Sora now knew what was going on. Finally. After all this time wondering, all this time trying to piece everything together...he finally knew. But there was still the biggest question of all: Sunao.

"Takashi. Where is Fujimori?"

Yuki blinked up at him. This was the most simple answer of it all. "Fujimori-san is behind me."

Sora looked past Yuki, jumping slightly. Sunao was so close? A door, the locked closet door, which was the only other thing in the small room they stood in. He moved Yuki to the side and grabbed at the doorknob, although there was a thick, metal lock at eye-level. There was no key in sight.

Sunao was behind this door? He had to unlock it! Sora remembered how the scene had changed not too long ago, from the hospital stairwell to this room. He turned to Yuki, who had been just watching him with wide eyes.

"You said this world is an illusion. That you decided what existed or not" Sora jiggled the lock. "If it is, than you can make this lock go away, you can open this door."

Yuki took a step back, as if Sora had asked him something horribly impossible. "I can't open that door!"

That was the loudest Sora had ever heard the smaller boy speak. But even if he did look scared to death, Sora was in a hurry to find Sunao, to be with Sunao.

"Just open the God damn door, Takashi!" Sora snapped grabbing onto his shoulder and shaking him slightly. He didn't have time for this.

"NO!" Yuki nearly snapped, breaking away from him and taking several more steps away, until his back hit a wall. "I'm never going to go into that stupid room again!"

Whatever the hell Yuki was freaking out over, Sora hadn't a clue. "You don't have to go in, I'll go in, just unlock it!"

There was silence for several seconds as Yuki looked from the door and back to Sora. Logic slowly moving in his mind. He was wringing his hands tightly together, looking as if he had seen a ghost. Why couldn't he just go into a stupid little room, most likely a closet, or something similar?

"You...you promise that I don't have to...go in?" Yuki asked softly, whining slightly.

Sora nodded slightly. "I'll go in, get Fujimori, and then come out. You don't need to go in."
And Yuki believed him. Before Sora could say anything else, he watched as the thick lock on the door suddenly disappeared.
It no longer existed. As he placed his hand on the knob, free of any locks, Yuki spoke up from behind him.

"Just know that...even if this is all in your mind, a dream...if you die here, you die there too..."

Sora kept that in mind as he twisted the old doorknob and pulled the thick door towards him, the hinges squeaking loudly. Yuki covered his eyes, as to not even see the inside of that room. Sora's bright blue eyes widened and his hand slowly fell from the doorknob.

The inside of the door was nothing but a small pantry, a place used to store food. Old shelves lined the three walls, although only the highest shelves, higher than Sora would barely be able to reach, were the only ones intact. All of the ones below were broken, a mess of splintered wood and nails. The floor was covered in the broken wood. There was a hanging light fixture above Sora's head, but there was no bulb, leaving the room's only light coming through the open door.

And there, at the other end of the small room, curled up on the dirty floor was a thin boy, with very long pink hair.

Fujimori Sunao.

Sora stared at him for seconds, frozen in the doorway. The blue haired boy's breath came slowly, as he forgot to breath at this moment. 'Sunao' his mind told him, but he wasn't able to move, blue eyes focused on the thin boy in his green pajamas.

"Nao-kun!"

He fell to his knees next to the boy his heart admitted he loved more precious than any other thing in the entire world and wrapped his arms around those smaller shoulders, pulling him up and letting that pink head rest on his chest. Sora tried to brushed away the dirt that clung to his beautiful face. All Sora wanted was for those pink eyes to open, he needed that more than anything.

"Nao-kun...Nao-kun, wake up." Sora spoke softly into the sleeping boy's ear. Sunao's body was so cold from the room that Sora tightened his embrace, wanting to feel his warmth again. "Nao-kun...you've got to wake up..."

Was he...?

Sora pushed the pink haired boy's chin up so that his gentle face was inches away from his own. He waited and soon he felt Sunao's warm breath as he breathed softly. Sunao was alive and breathing! Not able to help himself, so close to the one he truly loved, he brought his lips against the cold ones. Sunao stirred and as Sora moved his lips away, he watched as the pink eyes were revealed as his eye lids fluttered open.

"Good morning, my Sleeping Beauty." Sora whispered as Sunao rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to wake up.

"Sleeping...what are you talking about?" Sunao questioned tiredly, looking up into those bright blue eyes. His pink eyes suddenly caught the room behind Sora, and glanced about, startled. "Where...where in the world are we?"

Sora glanced at the still-open door, where Yuki was standing, fearfully peaking in. Sunao followed the blue eyes to see the unknown boy standing just outside of the doorway, and looked back at Sora, confusion clearly written on his face.

"Hashiba--" Sora bent down and kissed Sunao on the lips gently to silence him.

When he moved away, he could see the surprise in the pink eyes. He spoke softly to him. "Nao-kun, we're in a nightmare." He stood and helped Sunao to his feet. "We need to get out of here, I'll answer everything later."

They started to make their way to the door, stepping over the broken wood in the process. Only feet away, Sora and Sunao could see Yuki's eyes suddenly grow wider than they had been and gasp loudly.

"Hurry, hurry, he's coming! He's--"

Yuki's voice went silent as a figure appeared in front of him, just inside of the door. It was the Yuki who had been wearing black, the Yuki that had been pretending to be Aizawa. He stood there, a horrible smirk on his face.

"Good morning, Fujimori, did you have a nice sleep?" He questioned. Sunao just stared at him, wondering how he had just appeared and why he looked identical to the other boy outside of the door.

"Let us out of here." Sora said calmly, but with a threat to his tone.

The dark Yuki's smirk increased. "You think that I would do that? Really now, you're a horrible person, but you can't be that stupid."

Sunao's eyebrows knitted together, not understanding at all what was going on. There were two identical boys and the one in front of them seemed to be a asshole. But who were they, and where did they come from?

"I let you be reunited with Fujimori for a reason, not so that you could wake up and leave this place." Yuki explained. "You see, I told you that this was the end. I'm going to win this game and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Look, you--" Sora started, letting go to Sunao to step forward and grab the dark Yuki by his shoulders. Yuki only smiled at him and Sora could hear a muffled yell from behind him. He spun, kicking himself for not holding onto Sunao, and his eyes widened. Sunao was encased in a glass box, beating on the glass, his voice muffled. Sora snapped his head back to Yuki. "Let him go!"

The Yuki in white looked on from outside of the door, eyes still wide, and hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, praying for something good to happen.

The dark Yuki, however, never lost that horrible grin on his face. "I have seen your memories. Sora, how do you think it would feel to watch the one you love die from his one worst fear?"

Worst fear...?

Water!

As soon as Sora figured this out, he snapped his head back towards Sunao, blue eyes freezing at what he saw. Water was started to pour over the pink head, as if rain coming from the top of the glass box. It rained down on him and was quickly covering the bottom of the box, the water already up to his bare ankles.

Sora beat on the glass, kicked it as hard as possible. He hit so hard that his knuckles began to bleed, streaking the smooth glass with the crimson liquid. He couldn't help but see the crazed fear in Sunao's eyes, staring back at him, tears mixed in with the water that was soaking his face. The water was falling so fast that it was now reaching his slender hips.

The blue haired boy stopped beating the glass, seeing as that was doing nothing. He turned back to the dark Yuki, grabbing the smaller boy and shaking him.

"Let him go, I swear if you don't, I'll--"

Yuki shrugged a shoulder. "Do what? Knock me down? Don't waste your time, you've already done it once."
Already done it once?

But Sora wasn't going to let nonsense babble distract him, the water was near up to Sunao's shoulders! He brought back a fist and punched the dark Yuki across the face.

Yuki stumbled back several steps, but did not fall. He stood, slowly, and brought a hand to his already bruising cheek and wiped away the drop of blood that had escaped from his cut lip.

He regained his smirk. "Did that help you, Hashiba? Really, did it? Now, be a good boy and watch your boyfriend drown."

Sora spun back around to the glass, finding the water just starting to raise above Sunao's mouth. The short boy stood on the tips of his toes to get one last deep breath before the water completely submerged him.

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Oh dear, Sunao appears after being missing for five prior chapters and now he's drowning. You'd think from this that I hate Sunao, but really he's one of my favorite characters.

Also, I lied. I need one more chapter to finish this up, then one to end everything. So, eight chapters in total. And I only thought this would be five-six when I started.

In chapter 7: Will Sora save Sunao from drowning? And how are they going to wake up from this horrible nightmare?