The conference room that the two men were seated in has glass windows with white blinds . A small table and chair in the middle with a chalk board at the side. The first thing that Tsunayoushi wanted to do as he stepped into the room , were to attain the chalk in his fingers and begin to doodle across the forest green board.
But now all he wanted to do was to step back and rethink everything that had happened the whole day.
" Hibari-san?" Tsunayoushi's voice wavered in shock. " But..." The mousy man looked at his shoes, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. " Why didn't you say anything?"
The man in front of him folded his hands together. His elbows on the table. " That isn't important." He spoke in a deep monotone. " Do you not comprehend ? It's not possible that we have meet anytime prior to a few weeks ago. It's not possible because there were no gardens."
It was silent for a while, and then, ( with more confidence) Tsunayoushi speaks.
" My two eldest brothers have told me they remember the gardens ! I'm sure we've met! There were too many people that have seen the gardens for it to be an illusion . Or is it..." Kyouya looks at the small man in front of him, how he pursed his lips together in confusion. " A blind spot."
Kyouya does not know what the other meant by that, so he waits for the other to finish.
" A blind spot." Tsunayoushi repeats to himself once again. His eyes in a daze. " Now that you mention it, I don't really remember what happened next after you gave me my ball back. That whole memory, it's filled with blind spots." He pauses. " All of my memories are filled with blind spots."
Kyouya stares at the brown haired man when he places his head on the desk. Tsunayoushi looked like he had just given up. A defeat ( and all it left the older male was a bitter taste in his mouth).
" I can't tell what's real anymore."
" That's why we are here. To make sense of this." The man with charcoal hair begins to tap the desk lightly. " I have found myself in situations where I think I'm dreaming , no- I'm sure I'm dreaming. And it turns out I wasn't. And sometimes, I'm sure I'm awake, but I'm actually dreaming."
He begins to take out a black notebook, and opens it to a bookmarked page.
" Read this."
He flings the book in front of him, carelessly. Making Tsunayoushi fumble for the notebook a bit, and finally, placing it opened .
It only took a few minutes for his eyes to grow in a narrow stilt, the words already sinking into him and leaving behind their imprints. Like footprints on sand.
"I had this exact same dream, it was a little whiles back. I had no idea, that the person I was speaking to , was you." They shared a look, and it was that dream, that dream that Tsunayoushi had in which they both rode on the carousel, how it spun and how he couldn't see the others face on the bench. He remembered the conversation he had with Hibari, but just bits and pieces. Fragments.
There are blind spots.
I'm going to die. And the only thing you are doing is prolonging it.
And we're going in circles. You always tell me, 'Don't walk away from me.' But all I can ever tell you is 'I'm sorry.'
I'll never forget you I say, but that's not a white lie, all lies are never that color. They are black, and I just want you to know that 'I'm sorry'.
Then Tsunayoushi realized something, he gasped and looked at Hibari with bewilderment.
" Me and you, we had a promise made."
Kyouya crossed his arms over his chest.
" That much I did make sense of. Which means, we have met before. But as you say, it is removed, like a blind spot. We cannot see it. " Kyouya speaks firmly, but the hint of worry is on the edge of his sentences. " Sometimes I remember my past one way, sometimes another. So when that happens, I just choose what I want to remember. I assure, you-" He seems to be speaking to himself, for he was not looking at the other when he spoke, " I know the run in my mind."
The static and humming were back. It sounded like the white noise when you grab one of those old fashioned radios, placing the knobs in between the stations. The lights shut on and off, and every time the lights flashed, the windows began to drip black ink out of the edges.
" And this," Kyouya spoke with an aloofness that could only be him. He didn't seem to care that his shoes were being soaked in black ink, dyeing his previously white socks a dash of heather. Nor did he seem to care the panic that Tsunayoushi was showing. He had begun to scream frantically , grabbing the edges of his hair in anguish. His eyes skidded back and forth at the black sea ( more like pond) that had just formed. " Whenever this happens, I am sure it has something to do with our dreams. Everything does and have always been. It's reacting to something, since it only occurs when we are talking. It happens when I'm with others at times as well, but not as often as when I am with you."
When Tsunayoushi heard Kyouya's voice over the disorder, it seemed to sooth him and relax him. His chest breathing slowly and lightly.
" I know what I'm about to say may seem crazy Hibari-san-" Kyouya scoffs as if to say 'and this isn't?'.The mousy man grips the edges of his now floating chair that was bobbing up and down above the ink. The table going in circles. Papers and chalk were swimming around them, while Kyouya, Kyouya just sits on the hovering chair with his arms across his chest. They were now reaching the ceiling. " -but, have you ever read or watched science fiction films or novels ? Sometimes the characters go through something called the 'Space Time Continuum'. In high school, I remember my tenth grade teacher assigned us the book 'The Time Machine' by -"
" I know what it is Herbivore." Kyouya cuts in, the ink already at his neck while he was attempting to breath as much air as he could before it would consume him. The nerve of the herbivore to think of him as ignorant. He was Kyouya after all, his favorite subjects were Science, Physics and Literature. He inhaled Biology and it's terms and experiments. So, why did he chose to study law, he wonders. And that was what was wrong with him lately. He thought of the most tedious of things in all the wrong moments.
When the canvas of black liquid enveloped the two men, they were pleasantly surprised that the ink wasn't as dark as it seemed on the surface. It was transparent more than anything. It looked and felt like smoke.
Tsunayoushi swims toward the door ( because this time they cannot breath underwater(ink) ) and reaches for the doorknob. When he opened it, it wasn't the library. It was something else all together.
It was a garden.
A vast field of trees were all around him . Vines were swirled in all directions, making the area appear more whimsical and curious. There was a pond near the corner from where the door stood, birds were even perched on a peach tree. But what caught the young man's eyes weren't the tulips or spider lilies, it was the carousel in between the cultivated plants.
The carousel is the exact same one he has been seeing in his dreams since childhood. And all these small things, the good things, the painful things- they hurt his heart . Everything came into place, and he began to remember more things, things he forgot on accident, and things he forgot on purpose.
It was calling to him.
[ Momento Mori ]
" Tsunayoushi!"
A firm grip was felt on his shoulder as he was being pulled back from the door. Tsunayoushi's hand reaches to touch the Carousel, but only succeeds on grasping the air. As soon as he gets pulled back, and with a blink, everything returned back to normal.
They were both gasping for breath, Kyouya on the floor on all fours, Tsunayoushi on the table trembling in fear.
"Herbivore." Kyouya spoke ferociously. " Why did you exit the room? You could get lost, you have no idea what would happen when it's like thi-" The carnivore stops in his tracks as his hair was dripping water, or maybe it was ink?
" Tsunayoushi," He says once more, softer and a bit more urgent. " This is getting more dangerous." But the concern wasn't for him ( it wasn't concern, that herbivore is just a nuisance since he is in a partnership with me at the moment) it was for the other who was on the desk quite shattered.
" When you disappeared into that other room, I had visions. I finally understand a bit, although it has only left me with more gaps and questions...The only thing for certain is just two things."
The man on the table had begun to shiver uncontrollably, his hair damp and moist.
" A-and what would they be?"
"We had a promised made," Kyouya murmured unblinking, his fingertips touching the end of his humid hair. " that, and I've always waited for you to be reincarnated."
Tsunayoushi turned around with wide eyes. His voice sounded small.
" What?"
A knock was heard on the window, continuous and annoying.
It was a women with long hair( it was light blue, mind you), she had a curious expression on her face. ( But she also seemed a bit peeved.)
Tsunayoushi straightened himself up, and quickly opened the door without much thought.
" H-hello." He smiled nervously, and waited for her to state her reason for knocking.
She began to pout, and crossed her arms. " I'm Bluebell, I'm a worker here at the library. I've been knocking on the door and windows for at least twenty minutes. They sent me here to tell you two that your time for the room is up. You've been in here for three hours."
Bluebell's voice seemed further and further away, he stopped listening and could only think ' three hours? Three hours? But it feels like we've been here for only thirty minutes.' He turned around to Hibari, who was now attempting to dry of his tie by compressing it. The water seeping on the carpet.
" The hell were you two doing in here for so long anyways?"
Kyouya gave her a dirty look, but did not say anything.
" Uhm," Tsunayoushi was never too good with lies, so he thought of the first thing he could come up with. " We were...doing exercise?" Which wasn't really a lie, more like a little white lie. By swimming , you could say they were doing exercise since it was an activity needing physical movement.
And it reminded him of his inability to produce lies, Reborn had always frowned upon that. 'What can you do,' Reborn would say 'If you can't even tell one good lie?'
'Lying is bad' The younger Tsunayoushi would always tell him . ' The people at church and mom and dad always tell me not to lie.' The teenager would smirk and back talk. ' What if this was for someone's own good? Lying could help protect someone physically and emotionally . Is that bad Tsunayoushi? Is all lying bad then?' And this only made Tsunayoushi cry because he didn't know how to answer the questions .
Bluebell rolled her eyes as she walked away. The small librarian's hair swaying as she did so. " Lame excuse , idiot. Pay the fine at the front desk. Byakuran will be sure to accommodate you."
When she said 'accommodate' it sounded like she was trying her hardest not to laugh.
" Tsu-chan? Oh look, it's my new best friend!"
Byakuran is literally leaping off the counter, jumping from one foot to the next. A fox ready to pounce.
Tsunayoushi smiles wearily, looking back at Hibari who's eyes looked ready to murder someone. He did not need any more energetic herbivores in his life.
The brown haired man decided he needed to end this fast.
"Y-yes," He took out his wallet, still in shock from what Hibari had just told him and what he had remembered. " I came here to pay the fine for going over the designated time on the waiting rooms."
The white haired male looked like he was half listening, like watching a television program that you darn well know that you'll be switching in 3-2-1-
" Oh , yeah? It's cool. You don't have to. Say Tsu-chan, you weren't lying, right? You're gonna come to the library every week for good, right?"
Byakuran spoke like a child, ready for fun and never for work. His eyes hopeful, but Tsunayoushi knew, that those eyes had anything but hope.
Since the moment he'd met him, he had been hearing small silent screams.
" Ahhh, of course. I don't like telling lies... uhm, are you sure you're going to let us go like this?" The brown haired male placed the wallet in his back pocket. " Won't you're manager get mad?"
The man's violet eyes smiled. " I am the manager, Tsu-chan." A gaping mouth. " In fact," Byakuran extended his arms, as if giving the air a heartfelt embrace. " Everything you see here, this library, the small gardens in the back, the parking spaces, the small corner stores at the edge of the library's street-it's all mine."
Tsunayoushi made his signature 'Hiiiiieeeeeee' sound, which made Byakuran's chest swell up in pride. While this exchange was going on , Hibari had already become bored and had begun to walk toward the exit of the library.
" Ah, I'm sorry Byakuran-san, I have to get going, we were discussing something important."
The white haired man waved him off.
"Okey-dokey Tsu-chan ! See you soon! It was very exciting to meet you-"
Tsunayoushi quickly bows, and begins to run after Kyouya ( who had already began to walk down the stairs.) Byakuran sees the smaller male off, how he ran outside and pushed the heavy doors wide open, how he calls the other male's name in annoyance.
All of these things made the owner of the library laugh because he knew how everything would end.
" It was very exciting to meet you Tsu-chan." Byakuran laughed as he took out a small notebook, writing things quickly and neatly. " Because It's not everyday that I meet a main actor."
When he had said this, a small pair of string appeared on his fingertips.
" This time, I wonder how the situation will differ from the rest. Is Reborn still going to be the one to kill you?"
His specimen was quite charming.
Giotto, Dino, and Reborn were in a small diner in the middle of downtown. They were having brunch au fresco, and enjoyed the light breeze as they ate their Italian cuisine. The silverware was of a white lacquer ( surely no-good Tsuna will like these, no doubt.) Reborn makes a note to ask the waiter if he could purchase a set.
Dino is in the middle of the elder men, he is quite tense and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck ( Something passed down by father to son, to smallest brother) and cuts his salmon in two. " I don't know why you two are so peeved." He ate a spoonful while looking up at Giotto, the eldest who drank a cup of tea. " Tsunayoushi just went out to have fun."
Giotto and Reborn both shared a look, and nodded together. On three, they both karate chopped Dino on the head, making his face collide with the table.
"Honestly," Giotto began " his elder brothers come visit him and he sneaks off to have fun without us?"
Reborn chuckled as he drank his coffee. " Not everything is about you Giotto, besides let's change the subject shall we? " His cold eyes turned toward Dino, and the blond knew, knew that Reborn would have him at his mercy in a few minutes. "Dino, over who's manipulations did you decide to stay over Tsuna's place?"
The blond did not look up at Reborn, he didn't even acknowledge him speak, just began to play with his fork.
" Giotto, was it?"
The eldest Sawada slammed his hand on the table and locked glares with Reborn. " What's so wrong about us staying over Tsunayoushi's house?"
Because you'll make him remember, Reborn thought. Because I put in so much effort for him to break away from all of you. Because I purposely made him distant from all of you, that's why, that's why.
" Tsunayoushi is becoming independent. He doesn't need someone to look after him twenty four seven."
Giotto laughed through his nose. " You are one to talk, you're the one there most of the time." He raised his hand for the tea, a quick an angry motion. " If anyone is bothering Tsunayoushi it is you. An inconvenience. "
" I may be there all the time, but, hmm, I wonder why?" Reborn mocked deep thought. His eyes felt like knives prickling skin." Oh, I know, because he's the head of the Vongola. I need to make sure he does his work right. My professional life is kept separate from my private life. And even though I'm there with him, I don't baby him. You should know that, I've never babied him. Showed favoritism, yes, but never lenience. "
" He's right Giotto," Dino began quietly. " If anything, Reborn was harder on Tsuna the most..." He looked up at his elder brother ( who he knew would murder him on the spot for taking sides) " He was always making Tsuna cry."
It was quiet for some time, the chatter and murmur of the other tables becoming louder and louder, Giotto merely placed his napkin on his lap.
" The only reason I'm here," Giotto spoke as if ashamed, making sure no one else would hear." Is to try to connect the rift that me and Tsunayoushi have. "
Reborn seemed thoughtful, concerned even( but it was all an act) his mind was smirking in triumph, The Giotto, The Giotto, is actually expressing himself in front of him. He had just won the battle.
" I only asked Dino to tag along because I needed some reassurance. I don't understand..." Giotto placed his chin on his arm. " Tsunayoushi was always the one that followed us, but now, it seems like it's the other way around. We used to be so close..what happened?"
The tinkering of a fork on a plate was heard.
" Maybe, Maybe little brother had enough of how everyone treated him, and grew to resent us."
When Dino had said this, Giotto's mind became a haze, and smoke seemed to appear at the corner of his eyes. And all he could remember or hear was a memory from long, long ago.
The small tTunayoushi's voice, when he was five and sounded like a sweet innocent child was the only thing that he could hear, and he was saying such sad things.
' I was in pain back then, why didn't you side with me then Big brother Giotto? Why did you let them do that, Giotto? '
Reborn merely blinked disinterestedly at the men in front of him, he gazed back in forth in between the two brothers and decided he had to get them out of Tsunayoushi's apartment fast. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Giotto.
The tea was releasing small fumes. " You know, I've always resented how much he trusts you."
It went through Reborn like bullet holes, He trusts you, trusts you. The dark haired man swallowed something in his throat and spoke.
" As do I."
" You know," Dino tried to break apart the mood ( now that he was certain they weren't arguing anymore) " Out of all of us Tsuna looks like our mom the most."
Reborn smirked. " He was meant to be a woman then."
Instead of accepting this goodnaturedly , Giotto merely sighed. " He would bring more trouble that's for sure. We'd all have to fend the suitors off with a pitchfork."
Reborn imagined how many people he'd have to shoot on a day by day basis.
Dino laughed. " Tsunayoushi looks like a mixture between Giotto and mom , if that's possible. He has her personality but none of yours. Grazie Dios! "
The eldest brother smiled a mature smile, It was the big brother personality that looked after everyone, they knew that Giotto more than the tyrant one. " I'm glad for that. I think that with his personality, it's exactly what the Vongola needs. I just know that he will do great things someday ."
"But of course," Rebon said carelessly, taking a slight sip of his red wine. " He's your legacy."
Giotto seemed to be struck by that, since his lips parted, and his eyes widened a teensy amount. Like a teaspoon of sugar to be exact.
"What do you mean by that?"
The dark haired man with even darker eyes, is quick on his feet, just as well as his mouth.
" Nothing, all I'm saying is that you know Dino wont do anything great in the world."
The said blond stopped in between a bite from his salmon to cry in indignation.
" Heyyyyy. "
Giotto does not buy it, so he keeps waiting for Reborn to continued. He sighs.
" Just like you've contributed many changes to the Vongola so will he, he's going to give the Vongola a good name is all. "
The blue eyed man raises an eyebrow.
"I don't like the tone you used to say that."
"If everyone had a problem with my tone there would be more wars, Giotto."
The eldest Sawada begins to cut his ham with extreme precision, making sure it staid on his plate not touching the other food. He raises his gaze and looks at Reborn only, a warning.
"Now Reborn I know you and Xanxus's group are in charge of the shady part of this business." By that he meant the killings, kidnap, murder, assassinations to better the company.. " But don't you dare add Tsunayoushi into it, don't even inform him of it. We wouldn't want him to get hurt."
Reborn raised his cup of wine into the sun, the red turned a bit lighter, like cherry or a pomegranate tint .
"Wouldn't dream of it."
Yamamoto lived at least twenty minutes away from Tsunayoushi. He did not live in an apartment, he lived in a house. Granted, he didn't care where he lived , an apartment was acceptable to him. But his father once told him, he shouldn't get an apartment, he should get a house, because it would be all his. He remembered a few weeks ago when he invited Gokudera and Tsuna to his place to watch 'Tales of The Crypt'. It was just like old times.
He sat down on his couch and reached for his house phone. He was going to call his father, for he wanted some clarification on somethings. Chrome's words have haunted him since Dino's birthday party, what did she mean when she had told them all those things? So that means, Yamamoto thought, I haven't remembered everything completely.
Whenever he was going through some rough times, or when he needed some encouragement he always called his father. It had always been that way since he was small.
He remembers, this one time during High School that he was contemplating suicide. He had broken his arm during a baseball practice. ( Back then, Baseball was the world to him, the feeling of his sneakers on dirt and the sweat gleaming down his cap was pure bliss, it was all that he could ask for. ) When he had injured his arm, the coach asked him to sit out on the next week's games until he had recovered fully. But Yamamoto knew that the upcoming games were the championships, all his hard work and passion went down the drain, he was filled with despair, he couldn't even express himself well; so he did the only thing he could do and tried to jump from the roof of Namimori High .
He walked all the way to the roof of the school and merely stared down at the parking lot beneath him . Everything seemed so close, the cars seemed like small ants in an aligned pace . When he was about to jump he remembered when he talked to his father about his suicidal thoughts ( If I can't play baseball I'll just die. )
If Yamamoto were to go through with what he had wanted to do and committed suicide, his father let him know all of his loved ones and friends would have to bear the weight of his decision.
Could he really be that selfish? Cold he really leave back cups of tears?
He took a first step, but he didn't go through with the second one. Confused as to why he was sprawled on the ground of the roof rather than on the pavement he looked at the small pair of hands on his waist. Tsunayoushi's voice was the last thing he remembered.
" Don't jump Yamamoto, Please, don't jump. I want to stay with you. "
He was pretty sure, if Tsunayoushi didn't need him he would have jumped.
His father picked up the phone in the third ring.
" Hey, son! How are you doing?"
" Hey, Pops, I'm doing fine. How about you?"
The conversation began about the usual things. How the family restaurant was going, how Yamamoto managed with all the baseball teams he had to produce and merchandise, those sorts of things. But the real reason why Yamamoto called was to get any sort of information that his father had on his childhood. Small things that he didn't quite catch .
" Hey pops, when I was small, was I scared of anything?"
There was a pause and a chuckle heard over the receiver.
" Ah, There was one thing, but why so curious on it?"
" I saw this one kid scared of the elevator last time I went with Tsuna to the zoo , and it made me think if I was scared of things like that when I was younger." That wasn't a lie, it actually did happen.
"For some reason whenever we took ya to the carnival you'd start by alright," Tsuyoushi's raspy voice could be heard over the phone, how it sounded wise and tired at the same time. "- but whenever you'd pass by the carousel you'd cry and shake your head. Like pleading me to get far away from it. I didn't think much of it cause kids get scared over things like that. Sometimes it isn't even logical, like me, I was scared of birds." Yamamoto by this point stood erect and on alert. Carousel ?"One day I forced you to get on it, cause I thought that by getting on it your fear would subside. I made you get on it once and you did not stop crying."
"I felt a bit bad after that, I mean you seemed absolutely terrified, I don't know. Did you get hurt in a Carousel or anything, is what I thought? Or maybe you saw some sort of horror movie about it? None of these things made sense to me cause you were always such a brave kid. You were the type to welcome scary things and you even went on ghost hunts. And-"
Yamamoto did not know why, but the moment his father had retold him everything, all the memories started to come back. Just that moment, that moment in time where his father pushed him onto the seat of the plastic Koi fish on the carousel. How the ride spun and how his tears clouded his vision that afternoon.
Yamamoto had to speak with Gokudera soon.
The train ride back to the apartment was in silence. The two men sat shoulder to shoulder as the train seemed to trip over the train tracks. Both were physically and emotionally exhausted to speak about everything they remembered and thought. ( They didn't know how to form the words, how to start.)
" If your dreams had been bothering you so much, why didn't you go to the doctor?" Kyouya asked this question because he didn't know exactly why he hadn't done the same thing. He also does this to begin the conversation, wanting to clarify things.
" Well, because they might think I'm crazy." Tsunayoushi's hands were in his lap, the train going slowly up and down. " But if they did believe me, think about what might happen to me. They might see me as a test subject, and I'll be sent to a research lab to be tested upon. I can' t take that. I just want to be free. " Tsunayoushi squeezed his palms. " I wouldn't want to be locked up in a place like that."
Kyouya then noticed that Hibird and Tsunayoushi both had something in common, both did not belong in cages.
And just like the way he disposed of his bird's white cage, he also vowed to take Tsunayoushi's away. But it was strange, he felt as if he had said his in his mind time and time again.
Right at that moment some man walked into the station, playing his radio just a little bit too loud. It was pleasant that was for sure, it was some sort of English music. Kyouya was about to express his displeasure, when he saw the herbivore tapping his foot and humming to the music.
" You like English music?" Kyouya even surprised himself with the question.
" Oh," Tsunayoushi blinked. " Well, I like all sorts of music, it's just that this is Reborn's taste, he has this song on a record."
Kyouya nodded.
" I was always the sort of person that teachers would forget my name. I'd always be with Yamamoto, Gokudera or even Mukuro. Alone in the library or hearing Reborn's classical records. He likes instrumental, opera, those sorts of things, the only thing that shows some variety is classical rock. He really likes classical rock."
The charcoal haired man continues to stare at the window in front of him, the scenery quickly evaporating like water color.
"Who is Reborn to you?"
That question again.
"I call him my uncle, but he's really my godfather."
"You speak about him a lot."
An observance and nothing more.
"Reborn is always thinking of me and I'm always thinking of him. That's just how it works." Tsunayoushi smiles a calm smile, the sort of smile you would see in a coffin.
"How does it feel," Kyouya spoke in a low tone, his hair covering his steel eyes. " -to have that sort of relationship? '
The mousy man does not falter in his response, but he does contemplate long and hard in a way to describe it perfectly, but the only way he could phrase it was to say -
"You feel less alone."
Tsunayoushi continues to speak.
"When you told me that you've been waiting for me to reincarnate, I didn't know whether to believe in that. But I mean, how can I not believe in it? " His eyebrows become furrowed. "There have been so many things happening that I can't explain with logic."
He looks up to lock eyes with Kyouya, who looked one part angry and one part frustrated.
" I didn't know how else to word that, that I've been waiting for you to be reincarnated." Kyouya pauses and looks at the other delicately. " I don't know why I used that word , because it's not the same meaning . I've just ..been waiting for you to appear in this life. That's all."
" Isn't that what it means? Reincarnation."
"No, " Kyouya spoke firmly. " That's not it at all."
Whatever this is," the brown haired man's eyes skidded across the room to see where the music came from. " I know you wouldn't like waiting for me."
" Reincarnation makes me angry because it implies that we don't have any choice in what we do." These words Kyouya spoke with repugnance. " Everything anyone ever did is justified because he was meant to do it? If I were to kill a man, it would mean I did so because I couldn't help it?" The rain continued to hit the windows. "That line of thinking just doesn't make any sense. I have free will."
He wanted the man next to him to start believing in his words, he wanted Tsunayoushi to turn with that smile of his and say 'You are right! You are absolutely right!' But as always , the other man would be his foil in just about everything.
"Does it matter?" Tsunayoushi murmured, playing a small piano piece in his mind. " You do things because you do. Does it really matter if they were determined that you would do them or not. I think we should be just glad that we're living."
" That's not really living."
The rain stopped.
" You know, that reminds me of something I said, but I don't remember when I've said it. I remembered it when we were drowning in the ink. " They both stepped out of the train and into the platform , they were at their stop. " If this reincarnation thing is true, then basically all the dreams we have are memories , and what we're remembering are our past lives."
Kyouya opens his mouth to retort with a fierce argument but Tsunayoushi raises a finger.
" I remember I said , 'In order to know death you must first live. In order to know life you must first die. In order to know death, you must first die.' "
The man with the small boom box walked in between them, going up on the elevator, a small piece of lyrics could be heard.
'We didn't start the fire, its been always burning since the world's been turning.'
When Kyouya heard what Tsunayoushi had said, he remembered, he remembered bieng spoken to with the exact same words. And he pictures himself in a forest, dressed as a knight in shining armor, Tsunayoushi next to him with an attire as a prince.
The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
But that image of the forest quickly disappeared, and it changed to Tsunayoushi in different periodical clothing, small English boy clothing, traditional Japanese, traditional Chinese clothing like he saw that one man wear in Tsunayoushi's idiot brother's birthday party-all with the same words being said to him.
But the glow of their memories were far too weak.
"I have to believe in free will; I have no choice. " Tsunayoushi said as the static, the white noise appeared once again. Making them appear to be the two only human beings on earth.
A spark was lit.
Kyouya began to wobble just a little bit, his whole head felt like a sword was being pulled through it. A clear vision filled his mind, a witch some sort of witch, crystal balls, tarot cards, voodoo magic, and weeping willows.
" Hibari-san, are you alright? Hibari-san!"
When Hibari looked up, blood began to pour through his mouth, his hands being stained by the lovely reds.
" Tsunayoushi," he coughed, blood fell on the platform dying the white a light pink. Tsunayoushi held on to the darker male with clenched hands, both on the floor and quite disturbed. " The Carousel, it's turning."
But the glow of their memories were far too weak.
I drew some concept art for this story.
Just take off the spaces please.
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The story will finish setting up in at least two chapters. Don't worry And I wondered Why It Burned will have a big update. I really don't want it to finish...
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