A/N: Hello everyone! Soundtrack for this chapter is: copious amounts of Melanie Martinez and Tokyo Ghoul's "Unravel"

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Special thanks to my beta Harmony Valenka Smith for the help and for the ideas! I honestly don't know where I would be without her sometimes. She's that great! :)

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This chapter gives a bit more information. I was going to let a lot happen, but I thought better of it because I didn't want to overwhelm everyone.

Overall I had a great time writing this.

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Daffy sits down on the park bench, feeling the cold, hard wood press against his jean-clad legs. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, despairing in the way that it comes out in a cloud, like smoke, due to the approaching winter.

What a cold winter it's going to be! Daffy sighs, hoping this winter won't be too brutal. He isn't used to this, having lived in Pasadena his whole life, he isn't used to snow. It would just be one more thing he'd have to get used to now.

He stares across from him, looking at the little kids play freeze tag and their tired parents sitting and watching them. There are rarely people his age here, which is one of the reasons he came to this particular park - no one for him to have to socialize with. Well, except Bugs of course.

But his ghostly companion has been gone for most of the day, popping in once or twice just to check on him before disappearing again to wherever the heck it is he goes to.

Daffy doesn't mind it really - he gets to relax a little; although he's used to being around Bugs now, it's still a little weird because Bugs is dead. It's a bit unsettling and Daffy's just not fully used to it, yet.

But still, Daffy gets bored after another half an hour and moves to get up when he feels a rain drop. He looks up at the sky and sees that the clouds are quite dark. He frowns - that's what he gets for moving to Devil's Cauldron, Washington. Endless rain and limited sunshine - the works.

He hops on his bike and bids the park a silent goodbye, promising himself to come back again.

Soon he's back in his neighborhood, gliding through the streets on his bike and listening to songs on his iPod when he sees a flash of light. It's so bright that it temporarily stuns him. Accidentally, he squeezes the brakes too hard and the force at which he stops, propels him off the bicycle, causing him to crash to the ground with a merciless thud!

Luckily, he falls on the grass of someone's yard, and apart from being a little shaken, he's fine.

"What the hell?" He asks as Bugs floats down to him - he discovered about a week ago that Bugs could fly, it was one of his ghostly abilities. It was pretty cool, but a little creepy and a little enviable; Daffy could barely walk without tripping or bumping into someone and here Bugs, who is as graceful as ever, could fly too. Life just isn't fair.

"Sorry Daffy, didn't mean to scare you." He kneels down to Daffy's level where Daffy is still sitting on the ground, but is brushing off some of the grass shards off his clothes.

"It's fine, but do you have to flash like a strobe light every time you come around?" He mutters, getting to his feet finally. No thanks to Bugs, who is keeping his distance. Daffy supposes it's for the better as Bugs' hand would probably just go right through him if he tried to take it anyways.

Bugs looks apologetic. "It's part of being dead - whenever we travel in between realms, other supernatural creatures are supposed to be alerted of our presence. For angels, there's a scent, for ghosts, it's a light and so on."

"And because I can see you, I also have to see the light?"

"Yeah, again sorry. It's not like I can turn it off."

"Don't worry about it." Daffy reassures him, walking over to his fallen bike. He examines it to see if it has any scratches or dents.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, causing Daffy to jump. Bugs is right there beside him again, staring up at the sky now, distracted by the experience of approaching rain.

"I miss this." He says as a fallen raindrop goes right through him.

Daffy turns to Bugs, who tears his eyes away from the sky to stare at the ground. His expression is unreadable, but in his eyes there's a small hint of regret and sadness.

Daffy doesn't know what to say. Another raindrop falls and soon the rain is pouring heavily. Seeing as his house is only a few blocks away, Daffy chooses to just walk through it, carrying his bike at his side - he'd run but he knows that he's more likely to slip and fall that way.

The water is chilling, every time it touches his skin, it sends a jolt through him. Beside him, Bugs floats, untouched by the rain and still staring ahead with that same distant expression.

Daffy towels off himself as he steps out of the shower, feeling better from the heat of the water on his rain-cooled skin.

Once his clothes are on and he's sitting in the nook, he yells for Bugs to come back, and he does, phasing through the door and joining Daffy on the cushions.

"So, how did you die?" Daffy asks, figuring he should just cut to the chase and not beat around the bush.

Bugs blinks, coming back to Earth, before whispering, "Suicide."

Daffy is quiet. He doesn't know what to say. His mouth drops open and he stares at Bugs gaping like a fish.

"W-why?" Eventually falls out of his mouth. He can't look Bugs in the eye yet, so he focuses his eyes on the sleeves of Bugs' arms which are covered in all kinds of tattoos.

"Because I hated my life, Daffy. It seemed like the smartest thing to do at the time." The ghost teen is looking distant again and though Daffy wonders where Bugs goes when he disappears, he is even more curious as to where Bugs goes when he's lost in his own head.

"But why? What was so bad about your life that you had to k-kill yourself?"

"What makes us do things Daffy? You want to hear that my dad was a drunk who gave me scars on my back from his boots, that I tried to get rid of for years? Or that I never knew my mother? Or how about this, that the only person who promised to love me betrayed me as soon as he got the chance? Because I could tell you all of that, but it doesn't change the fact that I am dead and that the only life I had was wasted when I decided to hurdle down to the unforgiving rocks below the Grand Canyon."

Daffy winces. "Bugs, I don't mean -"

"Daffy, save it okay. It's ridiculous, the whole idea of death. It isn't beautiful. When you are dead, that's when you realize just how absurd it is to have ever wanted this."

"But -"

"And you know what the best part of this whole thing is?" The specter says derisively, "If I try to touch anything my hand either goes through it, or I kill it with my touch alone."

Daffy frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I have the Reaper's Touch. When you turn into a guardian ghost but you die for...questionable reasons, you get the Death Touch. It's supposed to teach us a lesson about life and death and blah blah blah. It's mostly just a pain in the ass though." Bugs mumbles.

"So you can't touch me? Ever?" Daffy brings one of the cushions up to his chest and clutches it, not for protection but because he's enthralled and feels the need to hold something.

Bugs nods. Then, he says very restrained as if he already knows what the answer is going to be, "Are you afraid of me?"

Daffy is caught off-guard by the question. "No."

Bugs' magnetic eyes meet his. "You really should be."

Daffy shakes his head. "No, I'm not. I mean, the whole you being dead thing is a bit...troubling. Because it's a bit new. But I'm not afraid of you. I don't think I can be."

Bugs is quiet again like he's been all day. But just as Daffy figures that that is the only reaction he'll ever get from Bugs regarding the matter, he leans back and gives Daffy an impressed, elated grin. "You're not like the rest, you know?"

Daffy blushes, feeling uncomfortable with the compliment. He looks away. "So does the Touch go away when you cross over?" He asks, changing the subject.

Bugs answers. "Yes, but I don't get to cross over for a long time. I'm supposed to spend a century here on Earth. In your realm."

Daffy ponders on that for a moment.

"Do you know that you dream?" Bugs questions, still staring at Daffy with that careful calculation that seems like he's trying to figure him out. His question interrupts Daffy from his thoughts.

The black-haired teen tries to play it cool. Hoping that he doesn't know what Bugs is getting at. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Do you know that you dream of me?"

Daffy feels the blush creep up to his cheeks. He hides his face in the pillow. "You're not supposed to read my thoughts. That's a violation of my privacy." The words come out muffled because of the pillow.

Bugs puts his arms up in surrender. "I can't read minds Daffy. I swear I have no idea why it happens when you dream."

Daffy's about to ramble on and on about privacy rules and how friendship survives on giving each other space when he pauses. "When what happens?"

Bugs' eyes widen in shock. "You mean you don't know?"

Daffy tries to remember anything particular in his past dreams, but he doesn't really want to remember any embarrassing details, so he just shakes his head no.

"Well, I end up in your dreams somehow, like you pull me in. And I can see you and you see me. At first it was weird, so I tried to leave. But you asked me to stay, said you were scared to be alone, and so I did. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we explore your dream world together and sometimes we just…"

Daffy clutched the pillow tighter, cringing as all the memories flash behind his eyes. "Just what?"

Bugs looks apologetic. "You touched my cheek. Do you remember that?"

Daffy did, he recalled touching Bugs, trailing his fingers along the curve of his cheek and continuing to the sharp line of his jaw, while Bugs was frozen.

"I do. And you didn't move, until I told you that it was okay, you could do the same."

Bugs inches closer. "And I did, I was hesitant at first because I thought I would hurt you." He winces when he says that statement. "But then you took my hand and brushed it across your cheek and I realized that you were fine. It was the first time that I had touched anyone since I died."

"I guess you can't hurt me in my dreams."

Bugs rakes a hand through his hair. "But why do you dream of me? I thought for sure that if you were going to see me when you fell asleep it'd be in your nightmares."

Daffy shakes his head in the negative. "I haven't had many nightmares since I met you. To be honest."

"Then let's keep it that way." He smiles, and it gives his wonderful eyes even more brilliance.

Daffy goes silent, debating something in his head while the specter studies him carefully. He's about to give up from asking his question when he gets a bright idea. "Close your eyes." He tells Bugs.

And to his surprise, Bugs obeys. Daffy knows that he has to move quickly to get this this to work. He puts the pillow down and inches closer to Bugs, who is humming a song under his breath. It sounds like a rock song, but Daffy can't place where it's from. He closes his eyes as well to work up the nerve and then he concentrates.

He is still in the nook, but now, he envisions Bugs' skin gleaming with vitality. He reaches out a hand, calming himself to keep it from trembling and brushes his hand along Bugs' cheek. To his surprise, the skin is cool, but it's solid, it's there pressing against his fingers.

He delights but tries to focus again, trying not to lose the sensation. He concentrates on his own breathing and is about to move his hand to touch Bugs' shoulder when cool fingers wrap around his wrist. He almost panics, but then the hand pulls his closer and soon cool, soft lips are pressing against his open palm.

It's dizzying, but he does not open his eyes. The lips soon move to his wrist and then a breath ghosts across his throat before the lips go there, pressing a chaste kiss, causing him to stifle a moan.

Cool, gentle lips meet his and it is innocent, almost as if it's not even happening. Daffy can feel his heart beat faster and his pulse race. The lips are about to move away but Daffy can't have that. He pushes back insistently, luckily Bugs gets the hint and holds his lips against Daffy's. Cool fingers dance against his throat and as a reflex, Daffy's mouth opens.

The kiss deepens as a tongue that tastes like applemint traces the swell of his bottom lip before carefully going farther and meeting his. Daffy, as inexperienced as he is, tries his best to stay as still as possible. As the kiss deepens even more, Daffy 's fingers slide into Bugs' hair to pull him closer and he yields to the touch. Bugs is gentle, but Daffy can't stop his body from reacting. It's too much and yet not enough.

Suddenly, Bugs stops and pulls away. Daffy's eyes fly open and he's panting as if he's run several miles.

Bugs hesitantly licks his lips and his eyes darken with something Daffy can't place. He's holding Daffy's stare but no one speaks.

"That was...freaking amazing." He finally says.

Daffy feels the red creep up to his cheeks. He presses his fingers against his lips gingerly and smiles at the heat he feels. He nods in agreement.

"It's way better in real life than in my dreams." Daffy admits.

Bugs nods, concurring. "I don't even understand how that worked." Then, "It's getting late," He frowns.

Daffy looks at the alarm clock across the room, next to his bed. It's already evening. "Do you have to leave?"

Bugs sighs. "I don't want to, believe me. But if I don't check in from time to time, my ass of a boss has the power to make my existence a living hell."

Daffy doesn't say anything, he chews his bottom lip and stares at his hands.

Bugs suddenly has a huge smile on his face. "Wait here." He commands. And just as Daffy is about to complain and tell him that he has no choice but to wait as he can't follow Bugs, the ghost is back and holding a very happy cat in his hands.

"This is Mr. Bojangles." Bugs explains. "He's my pet cat. Found him wandering around, unable to get to Pet Heaven or whatever it's called. He's really friendly." With that, he sets the black cat on the nook. Mr. Bojangles walks around before coming over to Daffy, sniffing him and then purring. He's the most adorable thing Daffy has ever seen.

"Can I pet him?" Daffy asks.

"Of course!"

Daffy reaches to pet the fur ball, his hand goes through at first but as he concentrates Mr. Bojangles' fur presses against his hand and the cat purrs more, closing his eyes and leaning in to Daffy's touch.

Daffy laughs, his eyes meet Bugs and they both share a big smile. "He's adorable."

Bugs nods and then gives him a wink before disappearing in a blink of an eye. Mr. Bojangles crawls into his lap and curls up. Daffy scratches the little wonder's chin and leans back, staring out of the windows at the dark sky.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed!

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