What remains

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

-The Great Gatsby

How long had it been sine Nagi had tasted fresh air? Felt the sunshine on his porcelain skin? To many days had come and gone. And even now, he was trapped in, yet again, another dark room. Normally he wouldn't mind as much. After all his first room had been one to himself, he had a bed to sleep on and covers to shield him from the ever growing chill of the night. Yes, even being captured and unable to speak he really didn't mind that much. But this room, his second room was different.

This room bore only one bed, that was already occupied. Even if he had wanted to use the bed, it was far beyond his limited reach. His chains bounded him to the adjoined bathroom door. He could only wonder so far as the toilet and a rocking chair placed close to the closet. His chains clattered against the dark titled floor with every movement, even the slightest of fidgets sent echoes through the room.

It took only a few days, not being able to get close enough to inspect the face, to determine who his roommate was. He often times tried knocking on the floor, or even wiggling around his chains to get the blonde's attention. However not once, since Nagi's change of locations, had he stirred. It rather frightened the thirteen year old, he wished his bounds were just a hint longer so he could confirm or hopefully deny his fears. He didn't like the thought of sharing a room with a dead man. To his relief, there was no blood to be found in the vicinity that he could check. And most of the room was covered in untouched dust, as if to say this room had not seen struggle or even life for the longest time.

Each day, Kaoru would bring him two meals. One in the morning and one in the early evening. He would watch the blue eyes boy go over to his, seemingly comatose, roommate every day. He would check on him, fiddle with some stand in the corner, then come back and spend the rest of Nagi's meal time softly stroking the others messy curls. Nagi had so many questions for him. Each day, watching that, he wished he could even croak out just one word.

Then a ray of hope shined upon him. One day, or was it night, he heard a slight thump on his door. He imitated the thump. While lifting his head from the floor, two of his knuckles gently hit the tile.

"Nagi?" His voice was soft but cracked as he said the name aloud. Nagi's eyes brightened, having not heard his voice in days. But his mind fumbled on how to communicate. He couldn't talk and Otoya couldn't see him. But he had to think of something, and fast.

The knocked twice on the door. Long ago he played when he played with Kira, the older male told him stories of kids knocking on walls to communicate with one another. But he couldn't remember which was which. Although this was just to get Otoya's attention.

It took Otoya a little bit of time to respond. "Is anyone in there with you?"

He tapped once on the bathroom door, the only one he could reach. He hoped that Otoya would understand.

"Is it Kaoru?" It seemed as though how had understood.

Another tap.

After a moments pause, Otoya asked in a shaken voice. "Are they alive?"

Nagi didn't really know how to answer that. He tapped on this bathroom door three times.

The redhead mumbled something to himself. "I'll be back to get you out tomorrow."

No! Nagi cried in his head, trying to drag himself to the door. His chains rattled and squeaked in complaint, letting him go no closer. The only thing he managed to do was scrape his nails against the tiles, head bent low, tear leaving trails down his reddening cheeks.

Regaining what was left of his dignity, he pulled himself up waiting for the next time Kaoru would visit him. It's not like the redhead could free him without the key. And even if he somehow managed that, how would he get the younger boy out.

Gray eyes darted to the comatose male on the bed. If that was who he believed it to be, then Otoya wouldn't even bother to look twice at him. He would fly to the sleeping person and rescue them first forgetting all about him.

Nagi sniffled, what did he ever do to deserve this? He really missed Kira, closing his eyes and resting his head on how knees, he dreamt of a dark bloodied place where Kira called out to him.

Ai sat on the cold bunk of a metal bed, listening to Kaoru lock his door. He waited for the footsteps to fade before standing to check on Reiji, who lay on the bed across the room. Reiji's back was turned to him and small seeking sounds arose from him.

"Reiji?" Ai said quietly kneeling down and softly patting the brunette on the back.

"Ai." The older male sobbed

The cyan haired boy stiffened. Reiji normally would never call him by his name. He's voice, even in the toughest of times, would playfully call out 'Ai-Ai'.

"You came back." Reiji turned, and in a flash had Ai in his arms. "I though he killed you. I though he beat out your brains like Ran-Ran."

"What did he do to Natsuki?" Ai asked, letting the brunette cry in his arms. He was already 99.9% sure of what had happened. But if anyone knew anything, Reiji was the most likely to have seen it.

"Oh Ai-Ai, it was bad. After hearing that you got away Nagi and I both thought you dead. But Natsu-chan thought that you escaped from here. But when he tried..."

"Kaoru caught him?"

"He told us that he always wanted to try a lobotomy, but you only get to try once. And I think he messed up. But Natsu-chan didn't deserve that. Really he just wanted to see if it was true."

"If what was?"

"If Syo-chan woke up."

Why did that matter? "And if he did?"

"Then the games begin."

Hmm, well I'm back again. Don't wanna update any other stories, kinda just want to finish this one. Oh well, should start on the other one soon. Well anyways, no suggested stories today.

Starishadow- thank you for reviewing. I know you like the dreams, but I decided to skip Nagi's.

If you guys can't tell from that chapter, I ship Nagi and Kira more that Eiichi and Nagi or Eiichi and Kira.

Disclaimer- I still don't own.

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Oh and for those of you who didn't, go back up and only read the bolded words in the quote, that was the original message I used.