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Sorry for the lack of updates guys, I just haven't had the will to write lately...but all of your pokes, prods, and reviews have really boosted me up and gave me the will to do another chapter. It's not very long, actually, it's very, very, VERY SHORT. Sorry, it doesn't live up to how long you've waited for it. But I hope you guys enjoy it anyways.

Chapter 5: Where You Belong

Beat shuddered, the water was cold and lapped at his bare skin hungrily in little, rippled waves. It was afternoon now, or at least, it seemed that way. The sky was a pale orange color now, almost a peach shade if you stared intensely at it for a few seconds, dappled with flecks or burning crimson. The two colors paving the sky danced in a silent, fiery daze, burning with color and beauty. The boy's optics veered away from the sky and all it's splendor, over at the man who had been escorting him all this time.

Fugue was sitting on the opposite end from him, a leg propped up over the other, though one could barely tell due to the high opacity of the water. He wasn't looking back at him, in fact, the man was looking in the opposite direction of him. He had that distant look again. Beat always pondered about this, what was really going on in his mind? He looked troubled all the time, and the boy could never quite grasp the concept of it. If Fugue would just talk about it, Beat was sure that he would feel a lot better. Maybe he wouldn't act grumpy all the time too.

The boy couldn't stand to see him like that. It had been getting more and more noticeable throughout there travels. More so, yesterday, when his eyes grew cloudy. Maybe he was just thinking really hard about something? Yeah, maybe that was it.

Oh no, wait. Now maybe I'm thinking too hard!

Beat shook his head, muffling a little conflicted whine as he ruffled through the strands of his hair with his little fingers, tossing them a muck. He shouldn't be thinking about those kinds of things! It wasn't really his business to know or wonder about it anyway. Even still, he couldn't just stand around, acting like he hasn't noticed anything, then proceed to do just that. It made him feel useless, which was a title the brunette refused to dub himself with.

"Hey, you okay kid?"

Beat opened his eyes, blinking profusely. He had been ruffling his head and making those soft, mewling sounds the whole time those thoughts were passing through his head. Who knows how long that could have been.

"Oh. Y-yeah, I'm okay." The boy stammered in response, removing his hands and looking over at the silver-haired man. He saw the others razor-blue optics glint, though, he only grunted in response. Beat didn't know what it meant, but it must not of been that important. Fugue wasn't even looking in his direction all the while, and still held that distant look. It made Beat frown, opening up a little hole of sadness in his tummy. He wished it didn't hurt. He didn't even know why it hurt, but it did, ripping and wrenching at him like a starved canine. Fugue may be taking him somewhere he didn't wanted to go, someplace dangerous even, but that still didn't stop him from hurting for the other.

"Whats wrong?" The boy will ask.

"Nothing is wrong." It took a moment for Fugue to respond. If he held the silence any longer, Beat would have thought that the man didn't even hear him, or perhaps even ignored him.

"You got that look again."

"What look?"

"That weird look."

"I always have this look." Fugue blinked a bit, frowning as he turned his head to look at Beat. "Are you implying that I am weird?"

What was implying? Beat didn't even know what that meant. It hadn't been the first time Fugue used words like that, it made him feel inferior and uneducated when he did. Fugue must have noticed that Beat didn't understand him as he repeated.

"Are you saying that I am weird?"

Beat perked a little, waving his hands defensively. "Oh, no no! Th-thats not what I meant. that's not what I meant at all!"

Don't hit me, don't hit me...I'm sorry..just don't hit me again.

To his surprise, Fugue chuckled. The man was just toying with him, he must have known that that was not his intention at all from the very beginning. Inferring that made Beat relax a little, lowering his hands and letting them rest at his side, slouching back into a resting position. The water seemed less hungry now than what it once was, becoming calm and even welcoming.
"Well, I guess we should get going." Fugue said, deliberately avoiding the topic. He always did that, changing the subject and going on to something else completely different without a hint's notice. It made Beat burn up inside, that he would directly avoid his question like that. Maybe that meant something was wrong with him after all...

He watched as Fugue slipped out of the water. The two weren't completely nude, they still had their briefs on, all the days of traveling had put them in bad shape, so getting a little washing done didn't hurt any of them right about now. Though, Beat was a bit reluctant to do it at first. He could see nasty, pale scars dotting the slender body, engraved mostly around his sides, waist, and legs. Battle scars, maybe? He must have gotten into a lot of fights to accumulate that many wounds. They were faded, but still visible, but surely they'd disappear eventually, right?

The man just stood there, air drying as he watched the sky begin to alter purple in color. "Well, are you coming?" He sounded from over his shoulder, leaning over to get his own clothes. Beat squeaked, getting up and out of the water as soon as he could, scrambling over to his own clothes. It was so cold now, the air brushing against his damp skin. If he could, he'd just travel through the water all the time becasue he never did like the drastic changes in temperature either way you went. He snatched his own clothes, not bothering to wait for himself to dry, slipping the articles of fabric on. They were more difficult to slip on, considering his current condition, and they plastered themselves flat against his body. It was a bit uncomfortable, but he could manage.

Fugue didn't say anything more to Beat, instead, the man just continued down the normal pathway that they have been treading down for the past couple of days. Beat scuttled after him, following close behind.

The path was getting narrower now, tree's becoming even more sparse, and the boy could see some buildings in the distance. Were they close already? Maybe it had been a few days since they'd been traveling, still, it felt a little too soon to be arriving to their destination. He wish he could see Allegretto again, at least..just one last time..
Though, as they got closer, the houses all looked vaguely familiar. An Inn with a broken glass window and crooked Closed sign, or at least, that's what it looked like. It was still too far to tell clearly. A bakery, the scent of fresh bread wafting under his nose when the wind picked up. And a beautiful fountain displayed in the center, spewing the clear water in a frenzy of foam and spray. This was way too familiar...was Fugue going the right way? Or had he been here before?

"Can you read?" Fugue ask, pointing to the wooden picket with some words etched on it. He must be referring to the little incident that happened earlier. He didn't wait for an answer, instead, he proceeded down the trail without waiting for a response from the brunette.

What was he in such a rush for? Beat half-scowled in his direction, huffing. Of course I can read! Well, sort of. He had trouble pronouncing words sometimes, but he did know how to read and sound out the letters. He looked at the sign, knitting his eyebrows together at it as he read allowed. "Ww-weell-welcome...welcome tooo reeeh-riiii.."

The boy furrowed his brows even more, leaning over and pointing to the words as he read them allowed. "Welcome," That was the first word. "to," That was the second word, he could feel Fugue's eyes on him for just a second, maybe he was expecting the him to follow after all. The boy's items widened. "..Ritardando."

ARE WE NEAR THE END ALREADY?

WHO KNOWS.

You know, I just now noticed it, but I always describe the sky...
I must love the sky, it's always in my fanfics, it should be grateful :x Oh! Please let me know of any spelling or gramatical errors! I found a couple embarrassing ones in the last chapter, and it made me fell like a complete idiot. XD Whoopsie~ If you want, I'll try to get another chapter up by Friday to make up for my shortness if anybody' still reading this, probably earlier if you give me a good shove. Just let me know, R&R? ^^