DO NOT READ THIS BEFORE "ALLERGY ATTACK". DON'T DO IT.

The Plot thickens!

Took out fillers, because there are fillers in this anyway. Haven't been able to write in a while, because I'm pissed off. Why? Because I'm sad. Why? Because I have the impression absolutely everyone hates me. Argh.

Chapter two: Forgotten apocalypse

'What are you saying?' Mikuo asked red with rage tinting his voice. 'I don't know any of these people!'

Dell sighed.
He had explained the information Luki had given him, and showed him the pictures, but for some reason, Mikuo didn´t see anything.
'No need to get in a tizzy.' The doc told him. 'I asked, that´s all.'
'No, you´re lying. I can read you like an open book.' Mikuo half-yelled, his face flushed. 'And…and besides, I don't see why I would want to come back here! I thought…I thought that maybe you…'

Dell held his breath.
The teen looked down and shook his head gently, looking like he was about to cry.
What? Dell´s mind screamed. What do you think of me?
Mikuo didn´t talk.
He looked extremely worried and fidgeted; his hands grabbing and pulling the end of his shirt nervously.
'Luka…' he whispered, his eyes stared away from Dell. 'I remember someone called Luka, I think…'

Dell froze.
So he knew this "Luka" too? Whoever it was, the doctor knew this person, he was certain. He had managed to guess the girl's name, too.
'Who is Luka?' The white-haired asked, tilting Mikuo's head up. 'Where can I find her?'

The green-haired shook his head, sighing shakily.
'I don't really remember well.' He said, 'But I remember a little girl around ten. She…had a brother. They had given me all these flowers one day…'
A bolt of lightning struck through Dell's mind.

Siblings. Twins. Flowers…a rose, and a man he loved deeply.
They both stared at each other for a while, until Dell faked a cough and looked away, embarrassed.
He had sworn for a few seconds he had remembered something, but he just couldn't…remember what.
'I, uh…' He tried, his head hurting from thinking about what he could have forgotten. 'I honestly think you're hiding something from me.'

Bull´s eye.
Mikuo froze, and lifted his gaze to Dell's with a horrified look plastering his face.
Without even knowing it, Dell had hit him right where he didn't want to be hit.
'I´m not hiding anything.' He said quickly, a bit too quickly for Dell´s taste. 'Why would I? Ha-ha.'
The doctor frowned.
'Spit it out.' He growled. 'I have no fucking idea what's going on anymore, and I'm sure as hell going to find out.'
Mikuo shook his head quickly, terror spreading over him like a plague.
'No, you really don't want to know.' He said nervously. 'Besides, it has nearly nothing to do with you. Just forget everything that's going to happen in the next few months, okay?'

Dell was far from "okay" with that, but he nodded, already thinking on how he was going to get more information.
Mikuo thanked he, got up and was about to leave, but he turned around at the last moment, remembering something.
'Oh, and Dell,' he said coldly. 'Whatever you do, do not talk with Akaito Shion. The same goes…for Miku Hatsune.'

Dell watched the teen slam the door and walked down the corridor in angry steps.
He sighed and frowned, looking at the ceiling, searching for an answer.
'Why would he not allow me to speak to that guy…?' he asked himself, staring at the white ceiling. 'Might he be jealous...No.'
He sighed again and looked at his phone, wondering whether to call Akaito or not. Unfortunately for him, he was the only one who would know anything about this.

The fact that Mikuo had called Miku by her full name unsettled him. He knew very well that Mikuo always called her "sis" or "my sister", or then again, "39". He had never called her by her first name. Ever.
I don't care anymore. He thought to himself. I'll no longer care about Mikuo Hatsune. This is way too much for me to handle.

Frustrated and confused, he left the infirmary, and headed towards the hallway to clear his thoughts.
But as soon as he was out of the infirmary, he felt someone's gaze on his back.
Turning slowly, he saw no one. As he continued his walk, he felt the stare get more intense.
Pissed off, he turned around quickly, and froze in horror.
Before him, a man stood, his rich-looking Victorian clothes ripped and burnt, his skin blackened by soot, and blood staining nearly every inch of the man.

It was him.

"What the fuck…" Dell murmured, realising quickly that no one else saw…himself? "Who are you…?"
"I am you." It answered.
The doctor was taking aback. The voice was dark and broken with sadness. And it felt like a simple breeze, brushing Dell's cheek and vanishing quickly…
"I'm not you." He said nervously. "You're…the one in the picture. The one with…Mikuo…"
"I am mistaken. The pale bloodied form said quietly, "I am not you. You are me. He brought you back, and yet you do not know."

Dell frowned. If this was a joke, it wasn't funny.
"Look, I admit you look a lot like me, but there's no way you could be me, or me being you, that's just illogical."
"The witch was not illogical, Dell." The form said, "Everyone was brought back by Mikuo with…help. Miku brought back Akaito…and I am only able to give you this message now. I was sent to hell by my own fault…I am ever so regretful for what happened to Mikuo, but... you must put things right."
The form brought his hands to Dell's, and the doctor felt a surge of remembrance throughout his entire body.
He felt every emotion that the pale ghost had; emotions so intense, that even though he couldn't see anything of these memories, he felt them.
He felt like screaming, jumping high up in the air, being angry, happy, but most of all…he wanted to cry.
The last few seconds of the experience nearly crushed him, with a terrible sadness invading him, breaking his heart.
"I…why am I…" he tried, gasping for air. "Why am I…so sad…?"
He looked up slowly at the ghost, who smiled honestly at him, something that Dell knew he hadn't done in a very, very long time.
"That is what I felt as I lived alongside Mikuo." He said gently, "That is everything I have felt…when I was happy with him, smiling with him…and when I watched my people burn him at the stake."
"Why?" Dell cried out, clutching his heart. "Why would you…why would I do that? I love Mikuo!"

The ghost's smile disappeared quickly.
He looked away, frowning.
"This is why I need…the me from the future's help. I want you to make things right. I…didn't want my people to hurt him…yet…I was so confused…but now I know. I know the truth."
"Then tell me, idiot!" he yelled, "Tell me what I can do to make things right!"
The ghost's form went paler, and he gulped, fidgeting.
"The only way, is to have Mikuo fall in love with you…" He said. "You know this already. It has already happened. But what Luki hasn't told, is that now, you must no longer love Mikuo in return."
Dell staggered backwards. "…What?" he said weakly, "But…aren't I supposed to make things right?"
"Never leave this place, Dell Honne." It said, ignoring him, "You will never make it to the playground alive."

The ghost was no longer listening.
He was staring above the doctor's shoulder, seemingly terrified by something.
Within seconds, he disappeared, leaving Dell and his questions, standing alone as it started to rain.
But he felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun around, seeing a rather angry Akaito, and, next to him, the sweet smile of a gentle little Miku.
Or so he thought.

.-.-.-.-.

"Oh for god's sake, let me go." Dell growled with a voice broken by pleasure, staring right into Akaito's red eyes.
"Not until you tell us exactly what that ghost has been telling you." Was his answer, smirking at the lustful voice Dell had given. "Besides, if I did, you would be left unfinished, you poor thing. Just tell us, and I'll enter you, deal?"

Dell moaned gently at Akaito's mouth over his pale skin, leaving nasty red marks all over him.
"F-Fuck…no!" he yelled, trying to kick the red-head away desperately, with no luck. Akaito had done to him things he never thought he could survive without dying, yet he still wanted much, much more. "I don't need to…tell you anything…"
The more he talked, the more Akaito attacked his skin and moved his hands, and the more Dell felt his heart beat faster.

He couldn't stop.
He blushed and moaned, his hand going through Akaito's red hair as his tongue went lower at every hushed word.
He heard a snap and saw a flash, and he opened his eyes, seeing Miku take numerous pictures of him in this more than embarrassing situation.
"What are-ah…you doing?" He snapped at her, suddenly furious.
"Blackmail, of course." She answered, a small look of shock on her face. "My brother has no memories of the past you, so, I'm going to blackmail into remembering."
"How the hell will that work…" Dell stated, vainly trying to push Akaito away with his foot, "Mikuo should know…like you do."

Miku chuckled.
"He refuses to believe he loves you, my dear." She said in an old-fashioned voice. "Once he sees what you've been doing with Akaito, he will realise you don't love him, and he will completely forget about being a witch, and live a completely normal life. He will be out of my way."
"It won't work." Dell growled; sweat forming all over his body. "I love Mikuo. I'll prove to him that the pictures are fake, that I was set up…I love him."

Miku's eyes had gotten darker at every word he pronounced.
"Love, huh." She growled back. "You're not in love with him, you're under influence, you idiot."
"What?"
"Mikuo is a witch. He accidently influenced you, and now you think you're in love with him."
"Actually, it's the same for me." Akaito said gently. "It's hard to believe, but I'm not actually in love with Miku. I'm being influenced by her. But I don't mind, being in love with her is fun, even if it is an illusion."
Dell felt like punching him, but he knew he couldn't, already with both his hands and feet pushing and kicking away the red-head, and besides, if he did push him off, the red-head would just bite down harder, and he would moan.
"R-Rubbish!" Dell exclaimed, furious now. "I'm in love with him…I always have been!"
"No, you aren't." Akaito growled. "The one you're in love with is someone else. And that person does not love you back."

Dell's mind stopped working.
Who? What?
In front of his eyes, he saw the memories of someone else, a little white kitten, white as snow, was looking up to him. What did it mean…?
"The person I'm in love with…" It meowed, "is…"
"No!" the white-haired yelled, kicking. "No, I…I don't get what you're saying…"
"So just admit you did." Miku snarled. "And you are saying that you do not love Mikuo, nor have you ever loved him before, whether it be now or in that time."
"No!"

Akaito froze for a few minutes, staring at him.
"Is that what you really think?" he asked, visibly hurt. "Well then, we have nothing to do here."
He got up, grabbed Miku by the arm and left, leaving Dell to get his clothes in order.
Something happened. He thought to himself. Something's changed.

He pondered over it, but he just couldn't place it.
The look in Akaito's eyes…when he talked about loving Miku.
It was the sort of look that gave a feeling of regret. Something he absolutely did not want yet was forced to do.
When Dell thought really hard about it, he started to get the end of an idea, but lost it, his memory jumbled up.
The 'him' of the past…what did he mean? "Stop loving Mikuo"…? Why? If he was supposed to 'put things right', wasn't he supposed to keep them together?
The one the 'him of the past' fell in love with at that time…that…who could it have been?
The door opened slightly and Mikuo stepped in, red and in tears as a storm started outside and rain poured heavily against the window.
"Mii, hello." The doctor said, nearly cursing for using a nickname. "Umm…take a seat…"

He obliged, wiping his tears quickly with a fake smile.
"What's up…?" the white-haired asked, finally finding a way to escape from the maze he had just entered. "There's something wrong, isn't there?"
Mikuo smiled at him genuinely then, making Dell feel more at ease.
"I'm okay really!" he exclaimed. "I've just had a lot of work to do. I've been trying to keep things together, but with all the work that has to be done, sometimes I wonder if I'll sharpen my pencil all the way to the very tip! Because you know what? I'm taking your advice! I'll become even better than the cube you expect of me!"
Dell caught himself on the verge of smiling.
"So you're better, then?" he asked casually, smiling as soon as he turned his back to Mikuo.

But the teen didn't answer.
For a while, they both listened to the rain hitting the glass, and a shiver went throughout Dell's body.
He suddenly felt small arms surrounding him from behind, hands resting on his chest.
"I…" he heard Mikuo say softly. "I really…like you…so please…even for just today…"
Dell took that chance to whip around and kiss the teen gently, forgetting that he had ever even met a ghost of his past self in the streets that day.
Now he was with the one he loved the most in this cruel, horrid world.

What was there more to ask for?

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He opened his eyes with Mikuo in his arms in the nurses' office, smiling.
Moving him, he got up and got dressed, thinking something was definitely off.
"Hey, Mii…" He whispered into the green-haired's ear, waking the teen up gently. "It's going to be time to go now, get up."
Mikuo woke up with a jump at the word 'go' so he sat up, blushing madly and covering himself with the blanket.
"You, uh, wouldn't mind to…" he stuttered, looking away.
Dell nodded and went into the corridor, to be followed by Mikuo shortly afterwards, dressed and blushing.
"T-Then I'll be leaving." He said, leaning into Dell's kiss as he bent over. "T-Take care…Dell."
The Doctor waved him off and went back into the office, before hearing a voice.
"Mikuo…?" he asked. (A/N as soon as I wrote this, "Wide Knowledge of the Late, Madness" started playing in Shuffle, creeeeeeepyyyyyy) "Is that you…?"
The whispering continued, and he realised soon enough it came from the air vent.

Using a small chair, he hoisted himself up as close as he could to the vent, and managed to hear not one, but two voices.
"How could it have failed?" He heard a voice yell. "It's impossible. Has he slept with him? If he has, then of course it didn't work! It has to have worked."
"He has. They've slept together." He heard another voice say. "But…I'm starting to turn back. If you don't do something now, you'll lose him and me completely. A-And anyway, it's not like I didn't know that would happen if they slept together! I just…thought I could…"
"Then we'll let him go." The first voice snapped. "Eventually he will understand where he belongs…"
"Let him go? But that could ruin everything! What if they team up?"
"Oh my god! Of course they're going to team up, you bloody idiot! But if we let him go, there are more chances of the other one betraying him! He'll break that idiot's heart and then they'll all come back! All including you! And-wait."
A silence.
Dell was on the edge of the chair, barely seconds from falling over.
"What is it…?" the second voice asked.
There was another silence, before the first one spoke again.

"He's listening."

A wind gushed out of the vent, sending Dell to the ground with a small yelp.
How? How could that person have known? Who was that, anyway? What was going on?
He scrambled up when he heard footsteps in the corridor.

His heart raced, he was scared.
He wanted to scream and run, to hide. But why? He who was always so strong…
the footsteps stopped outside the door of the infirmary and then there was a silence.
He felt the person on the other side of the door was waiting, watching, listening.
The door creaked open, and Dell froze.
But just before he could see his assailant's face, he heard it say something that Dell was never going to forget, and was knocked out only seconds later.
"You've never left this room in your entire life."

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Dell had an injury on his forehead that he didn't remember he had.
Wincing in pain as he got up from the floor, he would have decided it was a hangover, but Dell didn't drink, and it might also be because of the blood that was on the floor.
"What…?" he whispered, before being pulled into an unexpected embrace he knew he recognized. "God dammit Akaito, leave me alone, I'm not interested in you."
"Darn it, Dell, baby, seriously, what's with all this? What happened?" the red-head asked, looking…worried?
Dell felt like hitting him, never less.
"Don't call me 'baby', you idiotic red-head." He said angrily, trying to pry away the hands with his weakened arms, "I have a person who loves me, and who I love back. So let me go!"
"You're tired." Akaito hushed, picking him up and dumping him onto a bed. "And we need to talk. So tell me, have you slept with Mikuo Hatsune?"

Dell blushed.
"Y-Yeah, so?" he said, his chin lifted in pride. "Now let me go, I'm going to see my lover."
Akaito froze and let the silver-haired escape from his arms and walk towards the door, but was yanked backwards at the last moment.
The red-head made him turn and kissed him, holding his hands above his head, making sure the doctor couldn't kick him.
Dell was shocked.
He felt Akaito's tongue push at his closed lips and responded immediately, letting the hot tongue slide into his mouth.
What…?
Akaito's hands slowly went downwards to pull the elder one's waist against his own to deepen the kiss, but Dell had other ideas.
He managed to push Akaito away and turned towards the door, but the red-head's hand grabbed his arm.
"Why are you trying to stop me?" Dell asked flatly, trying to pry his hand away, "You don't want me to go back to him? Why?"
"Because it's dangerous for you to go out of this room." Was the shaken response. "Dell, when you step out of here, you…"
His voice trailed and he pulled Dell into his arms, stopping him from getting to the door.
"Let me go!" yelled the white-haired. "I want to see him! Leave me alone!"
"Fine! I'll go get him!" Akaito yelled back. "But you have to stay here, got it? You have to stay here!"

Dell hiccupped.
He had never had his heart being forced open by someone so cruel before. It was too much for him to handle.
He needed to see Mikuo.
He needed Mikuo…
"Oh fuck." Akaito cursed, tilting Dell's chin up. "Look, don't cry, I said I'll go get him, okay?"
"I'm not a child!" Dell yelled, batting the hand away. "Do what you want, but just leave! Leave now!"

Akaito winced and left angrily, making sure to slam the door shut behind him.
The white-haired let himself slide down the wall, clutching his heart.
"Mikuo…" he said slowly. "Where are you when I need you most…?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, then got up and went to the door.
Akaito was slow…he'd find Mikuo in no time.
He opened the door and stepped out. Nothing.
"Of course it was a lie." Dell chuckled to himself.
He blinked.
Then he fell as his eyes opened again.
In front of him was the door to the infirmary.

He had never even left.
"No…" Dell whispered, his hands crawling up the wood in a desperate search for answers. "Why? How…?"
"I told you not to leave." A voice said behind him.
He turned quickly to see the pale bloodied ghost form of himself from the past, anger in his eyes.
"…What?" Dell tried, too tired to think. "What?"
"Now I won't be able to do that again, and it's drained half of your life." It continued, sighing. "I wanted to keep it for special use, but I had to bring you back before you were hurt. As soon as you opened the door, you were spotted. You're an idiot."
"No, I…!" Dell tried to yell, pulling himself up without any luck. "I just wanted to see him! My Mikuo!"
The ghost fell silent for a few minutes.
Both heard a noise and it disappeared just as Akaito entered the room, alone, and closed the door.
"Where's Mikuo?" Dell said weakly. "Where…where is he?"
Akaito took Dell in his arms and took him off somewhere else, setting him down on a bed.
"Dell, tell me…" he said softly. "What happened last time you got out of here?"
"Easy…" Dell said. "I was…with the boys…swimming class…" He stopped to cough, a sudden pain invading him. "And I…"
"No, before that." The red-head said, gently placing a hand on Dell's forehead. "What happened…before the swimming?"
Dell froze.
"I…" he tried. "I don't…I haven't…"
"No, listen." Akaito cut. "You don't remember because you don't know. You don't know because it didn't happen. Dell, before that…"
He let his voice trail in the air slightly.
"Before that period in time, you did not exist."

Dell's strength came back to him in almost an instant, and the energy he gained was wasted on tears that flooded down his face.
"Oh god, I…" he sobbed. "That's not…I can't have…I can't take this anymore…"
He turned and hugged Akaito, who, although more surprised than anything else, returned the embrace.
"Kill me."
The red-head froze.
"What?" He yelled. "Why the hell would I do that? Are you insane?"
"Yes, I'm insane." Was Dell's answer. "I can't take any more…I don't…I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go home! I want to go see my family! My sisters! My home! I want to see Mikuo! Where is…Mikuo…?"
He burst into tears and held on tightly onto Akaito's shirt, who rocked him gently, sorrow invading him, too.
His psychological state of mind was completely shattered, and all he could do was cry, thinking of himself in that white room filled with the stench of death.
Eventually his cries died down and he let himself feel the hypnotising sways of Akaito's arms, setting him to sleep gently.
"I'll let you rest now." He whispered gently, making Dell bolt up.
"No!" He yelled, grabbing onto the shirt again. "I don't want to be alone…even if I hate you…I-I'm so scared! I don't want to be all alone!"

Akaito's heart was as cold as his response.
"Let go." He said harshly. "And act like a grown up. An adult can stay alone, and so can you. Now let go—Let go, I said!"
Dell's hands clutched tighter onto the fabric the more that Akaito pulled.
The red-head, annoyed, slapped the elder man, forcing him to let go.
"Just stay here." He growled. "And if I learn you came out, even if you only opened that door, I'll kill you and your precious Mikuo. Are we clear?"
Dell nodded, stunned, and as soon as the door was closed, he started to cry silently.

When he lay his head to rest on the pillow, he fell asleep instantly, tears staining his cheeks.
When was…the last time I've cried so much…? He thought in his dreams. I don't…want to be alone anymore…
Mikuo…

After a few hours of sleep he woke up, the light of the white room blinding him.
"How long have I been asleep…?" he asked himself.
"Long enough." A soft voice said beside him, making him jerk up.
"Mikuo!" The doctor yelled, taking the young man in his arms. "Oh my god…where were you? I was so worried!"
The green-haired gave a small laugh and hugged him back.
"Dell…there's something…I needed to tell you." He whispered, his voice broken.
"What is it…?"
There was a silence, and Dell used it to change place, sitting on the chair rather than the bed.
"Hey Dell." Mikuo said with a voice that the white-haired didn't recognize. "Do you…want to know why you're not allowed to leave this room? Do you want to know why no one but me and Akaito come here anymore?"

The doctor froze.
"How do you…know that?" he asked, suspicious.
Mikuo looked grave. He fidgeted and looked away, mumbling something Dell couldn't understand.
"Well it's because…outside of this room, you're not…I mean, she'll…hurt you again." He tried, and then inhaled. "How many…How many Déja Vu have you had these past few days?"
"Oh for god's sake Mikuo." The Doc answered. "Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me what's up."
The green-haired looked hesitant, but he frowned and nodded.
"Dell…" he continued; "Ever since you've started to exist in this world, you've died ten times."
The white-haired stared at him.
"…What?"
"You…that ghost you keep seeing has been bringing you back to earth with erased memories every time you've died…which is in a total of ten times."

Dell stood up, glaring at the young man.
"If this is a joke…" he started; cut off by Mikuo's finger against his lips.
"It's not." He whispered. "I…want to protect you from her."
"From Miku?"
Mikuo looked at his feet.
"I really, honestly didn't want to bring her into this…" the teen said after a hesitation, fidgeting, "But she…she hates you so much, I…"
There was a loud slam as the door was thrown open, cutting his phrase and letting three people march in.
"Luki." Dell whispered, staring at the pink-haired accompanied by Miku and Akaito. "Where have you been…?"
"Now's not the time." He answered, shaking his head slowly.

Dell stared at them in turn.
Akaito, Mikuo, Miku and Luki…why were they all here?
They glanced at each other, trying to figure out who was going to speak first.
Luki stepped forward, his hand on Dell's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry." He said. "You had to go through so much, and now this…you didn't deserve this as much as she thinks you do."
"Who is 'she'?" Dell asked, trying to calm his nerves. "Is this girl the one who's messed everything up like this?"
Luki clenched his fists.
"She isn't responsible for anything bad, you are!" he yelled, furious, "It's your fault! If you had saved Mikuo at that time…none of all this would have happened! You-"
He stopped, a hand on his shoulder. Akaito's, pressing firmly, painfully even, to keep the young man in place.

The pink-haired realised that Dell looked completely shocked.
He was shaking badly, his face filled with horror.
But was most noticeable was the figure standing behind him, a pale, ghostly form, covered in blood…
Mikuo's eyes filled with tears and he took a daring step forward, quivering.
"Dell…" he said, his voice shaky and sad. "You're…here…"
The ghost looked at Mikuo for a second, but his attention was quickly turned to the other Dell, his 'future self', closed his eyes and disappeared.
Mikuo gave out a small cry and walked rushed towards the remaining Dell, tears streaming down his face.
"No! Wait! Don't…go…" he cried softly, his hand stopped by Akaito's.
Turning to the red-head, he snatched his arm away and ran off, crying.

Dell had wanted to run after him, but Miku's glare told him he could not. He even doubt whether he could even move.
The ghost…had given him the rest of the memories.
He remembered seeing Mikuo every morning…he remembered smiling with him and kissing him. He remembered seeing him cry out to him whilst burning, dark wings spread.
But there is one thing he didn't remember…

And that was how he fell in love with Mikuo.

"I-I don't understand…" Dell whispered, pain shooting through his body. "Why…no…what's happening…to everyone?"
"I see you remember now." Miku sighed, glancing at Akaito. "This is happening because of you. If you hadn't existed, none of this would have happened. The same goes for you, Akaito."
The red-head nodded, his eyes clouded, and muttered a small 'yes'.
The doctor was suddenly furious.
"What?" he yelled, "What the hell does Akaito have to do with all this? I mean…sure he's done some idiotic things, but surely he has absolutely nothing to do with…this…"
His voice trailed off when he realised everyone was staring at him.
The red-head sighed and shook his head, trying to shake the clouds out of his eyes.
"It's because, you and me…before…" he said, hesitating and blushing.
"Oh for god's sake." Luki growled. "It's because you both fell in love, a long time ago!"

Miku snapped at the young man and he snapped back at her, fury going back and forth between the two.
Using this as a scapegoat, Akaito grabbed Dell's hand and pulled him towards the hallway, but the white-haired pulled on his hand desperately, afraid of what lay beyond the room.
"I was told never to go there!" Dell yelped, trying to pry his hand free, but the red-head's grip was strong.
"No, it's okay now." Akaito said softly, leading across the hallway. "Just shut your eyes really tightly, and do not open them until I say so."
The doctor obliged and let the man lead him through the seemingly endless corridors.

His mind was a mess.
Trying to accept you're in love with someone is hard and an uncomfortable, but having someone else say you're in love with someone you swore you hate, was not only cliché, but even weirder when you were certain you were in love with someone else.
"Start explaining." Dell said, his eyes closed. "Why is everyone starting to appear before me? Why was I locked in that room? How come I've died ten times? Who is this woman you were talking about? Why did you get so angry before? When did you realise you loved me? When-"
"oh my god, Dell, shut up." Akaito chuckled, "Even though I love hearing your voice, it's really annoying. I'll give you all the answers I can. I'll answer your first question last. You were locked in so that you didn't run off and not come back…the traps set out here were to scare you into the room, but they were more dangerous than we thought. You've died and were brought back because you're important to everyone here; Mikuo and Miku because we're in love with you, and Luki because you were his friend. Me…because I was falling for you all over again..."
Dell blushed and urged him on. He still didn't feel anything for this man, but there was a strange thing he remembered…something he had 'seen' before…
"Moving on;" Akaito continued, "I was angry because I love you, and yet you told me with an irritating pride in your voice that you had slept with someone other than me. You also told me you hated me. I think I realised a good part of who I truly loved when I slapped you…sorry about that, by the way."
The snow-haired snickered, but then started to laugh, making Akaito blush, even though he couldn't see it.

Dell's laugh was beautiful and melodic. It made Akaito's heart throb and shake, making it hard for him to breathe normally.
"You should laugh more often." He said, "You're such a beautiful person, Dell Honne."
Dell sensed they had stopped walking and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt warm lips against his.
Blushing furiously, he kissed the red-head back shyly, then with more force as he felt his heart start to beat faster.

Then he froze.
He backed away, a hand on his chest, eyes still closed tightly.
"Dell…?" he heard the red-head ask, feeling his hand coming towards him. "Did I…do something wrong?"
"Yes! You did!" Dell snapped, his hand gripping the fabric of his shirt. "This heart…before now, I…don't think I've ever felt it beat…not even when I was with Mikuo…"
"Open your eyes."

Realising the red-head had ignored him; he opened his eyes carefully, and found himself staring at a field full of flowers of all kinds of species.
"What…Is this…?" the snow-haired asked, dumbfounded. "Why are there…so many flowers?"
Akaito chuckled but did not answer.
He felt worried.
Looking back at the school behind them, he watched a window in the attic, large and black, unlike all the other windows of the entire school, and saw the glimpse of a shadow pass in front.
Shaking the view off, he looked back at Dell, who was staring at him weirdly.
"What?" the red-head asked him casually, forcing himself not to try pounding into the man right where he was standing because of the face he was pulling.
"Well you know…" Dell said just as casually, pushing strands of hair out of his eyes, "I think I may be starting to…like you more."
"What? Just like? I'm appalled, sir."

Dell laughed and threw a shoe at him, making the red-head pull a face before laughing too.
"Oh come on, I'm only a year older than you!" Dell exclaimed, ready to throw the other shoe,
"Maybe so, but you're still older, sir. I can already see the wrinkles on your face from here!"
"Those are stress lines!"
"You're right; you do stress a lot of people."

The white-haired couldn't help it then.
He laughed so hard he fell over, clutching his stomach because of the pain his laughter was causing.
He rolled around like a helpless puppy, which forced Akaito to join him, and they rolled in the flowers together, children again.

After a while they calmed down, and Dell caught himself staring into Akaito's eyes, which unfortunately meant he was staring at him, too.
Something new and weird possessing his entire soul, he leaned over to leave a gentle kiss on Akaito's lips, his face red and hot.
This time, he was the one who was going to make the first move.
"You know, when I learnt you had slept with Mikuo, at first I told myself 'so what?'" Akaito whispered softly, "'I don't care, he's not important'. But now…oh god, I can't even remember what it was like without you…"
"How did we meet?" Dell asked, snuggling closer to him.
The red-head chuckled.
"I don't know, it's something very vague, like a dream. I remember seeing a cat."
"White with red eyes?"
"Yes!"
"Me too. I remembered something like that, too."

A silence settled in, and they listened to the birds cry out in the distance.
"Dell." Came Akaito's whisper.
Before he knew it, Akaito was leaning on top of him, kissing him, biting and sucking at his neck, his strong hands stroking him through the cloth.
"Wait a-are you sure this is okay…?" The white-haired asked quietly, moaning slightly at the touch.
"Of course." Was Akaito's final answer before slipping the shirt off of Dell's shoulder…

In the dark window of the attic, the shadow past again.
It watched as the young ones re-discovered each other…

HOLY SHIT.

THIS FICTION IS EXACTLY 6000 WORDS LONG. NOT INCLUDING THIS IN BOLD.
IT'S 02:27 A FUCKING M.
(fourteen pages, 6000 words, creepy crap…oh god.)

How will This story end…?
More importantly…

HOW THE FUCK DID THIS TURN INTO AN AKAITO X DELL? HUH? U MAD BRO? U MAD? AWWHH, HE MAD.
*brofist to whoever gets the ref*