So yeah...I'm back. I'm doing this on my phone so I hope there aren't any mistakes. I went on hiatus involuntary. I'm back, though.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~§~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Takano-san. Can you look over this?" I looked up to see a man with medium brown hair and a smile on his face looking down on me.
"Sure." Flipping through the manuscript, I noticed how much tragedy there was in the story. "Hey, tell Sensei to not make it so pitiful. Have Ritsuka and Masaguchi meet up coincidentally or something...
Wait...who are you again?" I looked down at the manuscript while asking not really minding. When I received no answer, I looked up. There was no one there.
"What...?" Damn, I need to focus. At least I didn't have another wierd dream about Future.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~¤~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ahh..." I landed on my bed with a sigh. I felt so tired after today's work. I looked over at the stuffed rabbit sitting on my shelf. I smiled as I remembered the day I had gotten it.
~§~ Flashback ~¤~ "Oi. Masamune. If you keep looking like the kicked puppy you are, quite literally so, I'm gonna go home."
"Damn it!" Yokozawa stormed off, leaving Masamune alone I'm his apartment, half-naked, and with fresh hickeys along his chest. The front door slammed shut, the thud resounding throughout the apartment. Five minutes later led to a highly flustered Takafumi holding a stuffed rabbit with a wand. "If you want something cute and worthless then here! Take this rabbit!" Takafumi thrusted the rabbit at Masamune. For the first time in three years, a sincere smile split Masamune's face.
"Thank you, Takafumi." Yokozawa felt something in his heart. It hurt but left something pleasant searing through his body as well. Tears threaten to spill through both's eyes. ~§~ End Flashback ~¤~ Masamune felt himself drifting off into slumber.
- - Dreamworld - -
"Not this dream again..." Masamune pushed open his bedroom door to find nothing. Future wasn't there. Then, why was he having this dream?
Masamune walked throughout the house until he came upon the living room. Yelling into a phone was a his dad. Masamune could hear his Mom on the other end, yelling just as loud.
He decided he didn't want to relive this bit of his life. Masamune walked into his room once more to see someone who wasn't there before. There was someone sitting on his floor, chained to his bed frame. "Which one are you?"
The man turned his head to look up at Masamune.
"I'm past." I show you things that you may not perceive to have affected you but actually have. Your parents fighting...that misery and fear of making a loved one miserable; it all has affected you. If you keep it up, when you do find your love, you WILL become miserable. Let me tell you that. Now go. I have to visit someone."
- - Exiting Dreamworld. - -
Everything faded to black as the dream ended.
Masamune was, once again, back in the real world.