A/N: Woot! Finally an update! Sorry, I haven't updated this in a while. I've been braindead to where I was going with this fic. Anyways, here's another chapter with Hizumi and Ayumu together (just cause you haven't heard from Ayumu in a while). And thank you, LucifernSatan and Azalee for reviewing. Enjoy :)

This chapter is dedicated to my brother...who just happens to be homophobic

Disclaimer: I do not own Spiral.

You know the feeling when the gut of fear grabs at the pit of your stomach and doesn't let go. Not butterflies but daggers. And that gnawing nightmare of your own existence. Oh, Hizumi Mizushiro sure knew that feeling well. That there was something out there that was worst than death. Reality. How he hated those stupid naive people who could fool themselves with hope. Couldn't they see the darkness? The Blade Children were overrated. They kill and kill and kill. There was no point to saving them. That would be their shared dark fate. There was no hope. No matter what you do, you can't be saved. So what was the point in even trying if there was nothing to be gained. It was the despair he lived with every single day of his life. Why couldn't Ayumu see that? More than anything, he wanted Kiyotaka's younger brother to understand. That there were no stars from where he came from. They were all falling to the same grim fate, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Hizumi and the thoughts that kept him up at night.

Meanwhile, Ayumu Narumi had his own demons that kept him up at night.

You know the feeling where you want something to be real so strongly that in your mind, it becomes real...even when there was no reason for it. His brother had once said something along those lines: "The power of belief can even change fate." The younger Narumi brother's wish was real. And it was beyond reason. The equation wasn't logical, no matter how may times he added the variables together...

Because Kiyotaka's words never worked before--No, matter how hard he wished for Kiyotaka to come back (because it was Kiyotaka that everyone wanted and needed, not him), Kiyotaka never returned. No matter how hard he yearned to be the one holding Madoka in his arms, it was always Kiyotaka that got the girl. No matter how hard he longed to be noticed by his parents, it was always Kiyotaka that ruled the spotlight. It was always Kiyotaka that made a difference when he broke his hand in order to give up piano. It was Kiyotaka that they missed when he left. It was Kiyotaka's words. Everything and everyone was always Kiyotaka's and neither a wish nor a want was his alone. He shared everything with Kiyotaka--the brother that he hated and loved (because how could you not love the perfect Kiyotaka?)--that even his wants were not his own.

But then again, Ayumu had never wanted anything to be true as badly as he wanted this (and why would Kiyotaka care about this when everything was a game to him?). He wanted to be able to save the Blade Children, and be the hope that they so craved...even if Ayumu Narumi was only Kiyotaka's chess piece. He wanted to change fate and save the Blade Children (no, he needed to change fate to save the Blade Children)...And so Ayumu believed in the power to change fate. All he needed now was a plan.

His arms were still roughly tied behind his back; the coarse rope stung as it rubbed against his thin wrists. His butt was sore from his position on the cold lifeless floor. His body stillached from when his captors man-handled him. But he ignored all these sensations. He ignored these pains as well as other trivial things. Moreover, it was the more important things that would save the Blade Children, but... Where was he?

Ayumu looked around the dark room, his eyes slowly adjusting to the pale light coming from the near window. It must be near morning, he reasoned, listened intently for any sounds that might give away his position. He was soon awarded with the sound of familiar footsteps.

"Yo," a sullen figure greeted him. The pain showed clearly in his mournful gold eyes. His wild green glowed in the pale light. Neither boys wanted this to happen as it must. As it was, both boys were well-versed with the prophesy. One of them would die at the hands of the other. Of course, the one who was to do the killing was currently in the lesser position.

"So, it's time," the younger Narumi brother stated simply to himself, looking bored with his surroundings. He knew this confrontation with Hizumi would come sooner or later.

"Don't deny it, Ayumu," the normally bubbly teen said as he squatted down next to the younger Narumi brother. "There is no hope for neither you nor the Blade Children." His beautiful gold eyes held a sad, defeated gaze, almost daring Ayumu to defy him. That unnerving gaze...his flawless face...that crazy green hair...It was so close...If his hands were free, he would run his hands through that mint green hair...

Ayumu shook his head, trying to get the mental picture out of his head. This boy here was his enemy, or so the fates had declared. He needed a plan to defeat him...But he couldn't deny it. And suddenly, that gave him an idea."You know..." the chocolate haired boy began, "even you can't deny these things."

"What things?' Hizumi asked suspiciously. "There is no hope," he repeated with finality. "I just wish you wouldn't deny it." Again, the two boys stared at each other. Ayumu could see well into the depths of Hizumi's gold eyes.

"Even you, a child of despair, can't deny such things as love," Ayumu pointed out. Their closeness...he was almost close enough to...

"I know of no love," Hizumi breathed on him. "Who could love the brother of the devil?" His voice was dipped with bitterness.

"I love you, Hizumi." With that, hope connected with despair as Ayumu closed the distance between them and kissed his other half.

Hizumi's eyes widened as their lips locked. Somehow, this was different from all the nameless girls that confessed to him. Somehow, it felt real. It was right. And Hizumi was hungry for more.

"You...taste...so good," he rasped as he pounced on the bound boy. Ayumu's body slammed against the hard floor as the other boy deepened the kiss. The chapped lips...the bitter taste of blood's iron mixed with the sweet taste that was Ayumu. He hungrily showered him with kisses as the other boy squeaked.

All previous plans lay forgotten...

Because he couldn't --no, Hizumi couldn't-- bear to kill him. He just couldn't kill Ayumu... Even if it was Kiyotaka that told him to.

To be continued...

A/N: Okay, so I totally didn't plan for this chapter to turn out this way, but it just did. But who am I to deny HizumiXAyumu love? Oh well, I can't complain... But I'm sorry if it offends some people. Please review. I do enjoy hearing your comments and criticisms. And thank you for reading.

P.S. And I'm sorry if some of the spacing is messed up. The format of the story got all wierd when I uploaded it. I think I caught all the mistakes. If not, please let me know and I will try to fix it. Thanks again.