Irrational thoughts fluttered to the back of the brain as all systems shut down under the pressure of darkness. Muscles went numb, vision went blurry, and hearing faded. Being pulled from the world without having to physically do anything was simply magical. The prick of the flesh, the chemicals swimming around in your veins, it was pure bliss. Simple yet so complicated.

Drugs. Drugs were his only chance of real happiness. Illegal as they were, they surely weren't hard to find. The flesh that lined his lips were dry and the flesh every else on his body went pale as he lie against a tree, completely at peace with himself and the world. The chemicals that had been prepared manually and naturally began to twist around his blood vessels, draining his body of anything it had left. This was it. The moment of truth. Rather, the moment he had been waiting for since he started taking drugs. His death. Uppers and downers, all the same, but completely different. None had done the trick; none had finally split him entirely from the world. But this was it. He could feel it, even though, he really just couldn't feel anything. Everything was dieing down and his body wouldn't even twitch. Even his thoughts didn't seem to be controlled by him anymore, they were all just swimming true and free around in his head. Soon enough, they'd all be gone. He'd be gone.

Eyelids fluttering close, mind losing all consciousness, heart losing rhythm….

"Hey…hey….why won't he wake up? It's been two days. Why won't he wake up!"

Faint voices clung to his eardrums as he managed to pry his own lips open. The voice that was buried deep within his lungs had been lost, completely and utterly lost. It escaped him exactly where he was, but it certainly wasn't the park. Soft fabric soothed against his back as he tried to sit himself up. A disturbed grunt managed to squeeze through his lips, his body wasn't responding well, he was weaker than ever and could barely even get a few inches up before his arms giving way to the weight of his body. But, it wasn't his lack of strength that stopped him from moving any farther. Soft, gentle hands, pressed against his chest, encouraging him to lay down.

"Shhh…don't try so hard. You just woke up."

"Wh-?" He tried to speak but, well, he couldn't. It hurt. It hurt to talk. It hurt to even move. And the hands that had helped him down, the voice that tried to soothe him, was so strange. He didn't know it, he could barely understand it, but it was like an angel.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"O-" His head fell against the pillow, his fingers weakly latching onto the hands that held him tightly yet tenderly, "Otonashi."

"Otonashi."

He imagined a smile just then. A bright, faint smile that danced across the angel's lips. He wanted to see it, but his eyelids were crusted over to where opening them was out of the question. Instead, he acknowledged the other with a small squeeze to the hand. He gained nothing in return but silence. He couldn't speak anymore. That was probably the last word he was ever going to say, at least, until he regained his sense of society and what it was like to live a good life. He still didn't know where he was, and frankly, he just didn't give a damn. It was a failed attempt at suicide for the hundredth time and being here now, with his angel, he understood that God just didn't want him. Or Satan. Man kind didn't even want him, what made him think that anyone in the afterlife would?

Otonashi fumbled to release the others hands, he didn't want to let go, he was afraid. Fear. Fear was intense. An emotional scar that severed as a barrier between you an something else. Then again, fear could serve as a protector. Kept you from doing stupid things; perhaps Otonashi had no fear. He did a lot of stupid things, a lot of bad things, he had no fear, no sanity, no life.

"Otonashi."

A flicker of joy burst through his being, his whole existence, it all now relied on this angel, this human, this boy. Otonashi understood now. He was saved to serve this boy; he owed him his life, even if it wasn't one he wanted, he still owed it to him. Hearing his name come from the lips of an angel. It was like a dream. A perfect…surreal…dream.

"Otonashi. Otonashi…Otonashi…"

Pounding echoed off the back of his head, sending small vibrations through his body. A distant, familiar voice managed to slip into Otonashi's ears as he felt a rush of heat cover his body. The first feeling he had had in a while. What day was it? He lifted a weak hand up to his eyes, just barely rubbing at the lining of crust that seemed to be thinner than before. The voice continued to call his name, but closer. It evolved to directly next to him.

"Otonashi."

Licking dry lips, Otonashi forced himself up on his elbows. The strain it took to even sit up that far was agonizing, but his angel didn't stop him. Finally. He'd get to see his angel. To touch him. To hold him. His savior. His best friend.

Blonde lush waves of beautiful hair hung from a neatly carved jaw line, perfect cheekbones, and wide purple marbles sat softly curved into the pupil of his eyes. An elegant smile, just as pictured, danced happily over his face. He was beautiful. He was an angel. Otonashi lifted a finger to touch him, but he stopped himself. Something kept him from doing anything. No, not something. The same warm hands from before now rested tightly against his back, bringing his body in to a surprise, yet highly welcomed, embrace. Otonashi couldn't find the strength to hold on, so he simply went weak in his angels arms, resting his head against the shoulder of his savior. He couldn't find the words to say what would sum up his feelings, nor could he find any words to say at all. He was dead. Perfectly dead in blissful arms that supported him in many ways than just physically.

This went on for, sadly, a few seconds until a sharp looking boy with glasses walked into the room. He was…cool. Nothing like his angel, but close enough.

"Tamaki. I must leave now, I'm meeting Yagami-sempai at his house. How is he?"

"He's coping well. But, I think he needs more rest."

The angel smiled warmly at him, "He'll be able to go to school soon, I hope."

Then, the cool one left, without another word. Otonashi didn't quite comprehend why the other guy was here in the first place, then again, he didn't quite know where exactly here was.

Tamaki; his angel, walked about the room for a moment, his footsteps just barely even heard, his hand lightly nuzzled beneath his own chin in thought. Tamaki; his savior, sat on the bed beside him, his hands fixing the blanket that wrapped around Otonashi's body , his smile never changing nor flickering. Tamaki; his friend, lay in a bed just across from his, his feet propped up in a relaxing manner, his eyes closed from exhaustion. Tamaki; his love, took care of him with all his strength, offering him food and shelter in return for nothing, his boyfriend showing up rarely with little to say but hello's and goodbye's. Tamaki. Tamaki. Tamaki, his angel, savior, friend, and love, lead him just out of the darkness within three days time. Tamaki.

Days passed, Otonashi grew stronger, and yet, he was finding it completely impossible to speak. He couldn't find his voice. It had evaporated, evolved, disappeared from him. Perhaps it was the fear, the lack of confidence, either way, he couldn't do it. Tamaki tried to get it out of him, he tried, and he tried, and he tried, but it was a waste of his time. Even that one boy, the boyfriend, tried. Eventually they came to the conclusion that Otonashi just wasn't ever going to speak. From then on, he carried around this small notebook Tamaki provided him with and a pen, that way he could communicate in some way.

"Otonashi!" Tamaki came prancing into the room, his face as beautiful as ever and voice as happy as it always was.

Otonashi managed to pull himself up, leaning against the stack of pillows that had been slowly getting lower with everyday that Otonashi laid in bed. He pulled the notepad from the small coffee table beside him, writing in scribble letters, "Yes, Tamaki?"

"I talked to the school today; you're all registered."

:"What?"

"You have to go to school sometime, you know?"

:"Who said?"

"I did. The host club is dying to meet you!"

:"Then bring them to me."

Tamaki offered a disappointed sigh. One he had never heard before. Tamaki never truly expressed any form of unhappiness, whether it be small and unexplanatory or bug and complicated, emotions just didn't seem to come through to Otonashi. It hurt. It hurt a lot. To watch as your one true friend/love died on the inside yet said nothing. It hurt to understand what life really was, while his current residence had no idea. It hurt..just to know that Tamaki never got what he really deserved, what he should be getting in the first place, the gratitude he honestly needed, the love he needed. Caring for others who didn't care for him. He really was an angel. A golden soul trapped in a world of silver and copper.

Otonashi cared though. He loved Tamaki. He wanted Tamaki to understand that. He wanted Tamaki to know that, even though he may have a wonderful life now, he possibly wouldn't in years to come. Riches aren't everything, and neither are looks. What would determine everyone's happiness was their own person. Not much sense in that, but Otonashi knew that self realization and character comprehension were some of the most important things a person could have. He would know, because..he was missing both, and look at where he is today?

Scribbling some more on the notepad, Otonashi weakly handed it to Tamaki with a sincere, deep look in his eyes: "I'll go to school and meet your friends, Tamaki. Just because you've helped me so much; it's the least I could do."

School started the next week without a moment to spare. The morning lacked in enthusiasm as Tamaki helped Otonashi into his new uniform. Otonashi knew he was strong enough to do this n his own, but Tamaki never needed to find that out. Bright light flashed his eyes shut once the bedroom door was open. A frail, odd looking boy stood just opposite the hallway. Had there really been other residents in this house without Otonashi's knowing? Then again, he had been locked away in that room since he got here.

"Would you two hurry up we're going to be late."

"Did you check the toilet paper?"

"Yes."

"Your room?"

"Yes."

"Everything is symmetrical then, Kid?"

"Yes, now can we go? Naoi keeps messaging me that he's outside."

With a roll of the eyes the three set out the front door. Otonashi almost fell over had it not been for Tamaki when another boy, much feminine looking whizzed past. He immediately clung to Kid's arm. Quite seemed like Otonashi to Tamaki. Kid obviously didn't like it all that much, seeing as though he kept pushing and shoving the whole way to school.

There it was. School. An irrational hell for the damned. He remembered school. He remembered school when he would walk down the halls with a gorgeous girl clung to his arm and jamming music playing through his headphones. That's when he was living the good life. Then she left him. After that..he took a different path.

Tamaki's hand latched tightly onto Otonashi's shoulder, giving him a slight pat to encourage the ongoing of the inside. Kid and Naoi, had already ditched out and headed inside. There was just Tamaki and Otonashi.

A warm smile, a tight embrace, enchanting eyes, soothing words. His Tamaki. His love. His entrance to the world as they knew it, lead him through the light pink doors, the scenery engulfing the both of them as they walked inside…