Chapter 4 – When Two Collide

He was sound asleep, dreaming about nonsense when a strong light invaded his room. Brushing his eyes sleepily, he peeked what it was.

A hand was coming out of his painting.

He blinked, was he still dreaming?

Then, a whole arm.

He pinched both cheeks, turning them red.

A head and the rest of someone's body.

"Wha-what?!", he childishly sheltered himself under his sheets.

Soon the blue light was gone and a noisy thud was heard.

He choose staying inside his 'reinforced' covers for a while longer. Yes, he'd be definitely protected by them, no one would ever see him there.

He sighed, who was he fooling? If that person wanted to harm him,he or she wouldhave already done it by now. Better check if the stranger was alright.

Warily pushing his sheets away, he walked to that someone, not forgetting to grab a lamp for self-defence. He moved, frightened yet somewhatcurious, towards the apparently unconscious body. As he tip-toed, he understood it was a male's.

"H-hey… are you… ali-alive?", his had reached a warm shirt, shaking the fallen male, "Guess you are… can you hear me?"

"Mnnnn…", the body rolled. Standing up, Hayato walked to the window, carefully pushing the curtains. The moon was full and unusually big.

Supermoon?

"The supermoon is when the moon is at it's closest distance to Earth, dear."

Through paintings… "Webelieved Tsukuyomi-sama created a portal on Earth so he could use it to visit the whole planet."

He squatted beside the male muttering, "So you're Tsukuyomi-sama…?" Who would've thought the moon's god was so akin to him? Maybe he copied his shape…. what would his true form be like?

More importantly, why would he care to visit him? He had nothing special… Maybe his sister would appeal to him and that's why he came…? Was she his lover? But their grandfather wasn't a bad man, he'd never take her away from him. He?No, he wouldn't do that…

He left those thoughts be for a while and appreciated the god's beauty. His blue hair under the pale light, his pale skin appeared magical beneath the moon. Even his form was dashing, his mid-opened mouth evenly breathing and his chest, rising and falling peacefully, triggered fascination on the admirer's eyes. Lost on that visage, Hayato lifted his hand to touch the other's hair and prove if it was as soft as it appeared. However, before that happened, a pair of eyes opened and the humble boy pulled back, bowing with his hands glued on the floor.

"Sorry, Tsukuyomi-sama! I didn't want to harm you, I swear I was just looking at you!"

The other sat up, dizzily rubbing his right temple, "Tsukuyomi-sama?"

"Yes! I'm so sorry! Please, forgive me.", he peered, still attached to the floor. Odd, weren't gods supposed to have long vesture? Perhaps that was a modern one. As soon as the god looked at him he gazed down anew.

"Who are you?", the male asked, staring at the bowing figure.

"H-hayato, my name is Kita Hayato, Tsukuyomi-sama."

The newcomer raised an eyebrow, "I'm Ichinose Tokiya.", he sternly voiced.

"Huh? You changed your name too? Gods sure are weird…"

Tokiya's face confusedly bended, "I'm not a god. Where am I?"

"You are in the countryside."

Tokiya's face turned paler as he looked to the painting. "This isn't my painting. Could it be…?"

Only now fully realising the other's words, Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, "Wait a second! You said you weren't a god. Then…"

Both gradually looked at each other, obviously confused.

"You're…", both started.

"my doppelgänger…","just like me…", they said, almost whispering.

"If you're my doppelgänger …I'm gonna die soon!", Hayato suddenly snapped, running away from the bluenet, hiding behind the draperies. "S-stay away!", he desperately warned the closing steps. "Do you really believe in those superstitions?", the stranger asked, not withdrawing the curtain, "I-I do!"

The fabric swooshed, revealing the face he was frightened to see. "Do you really believe you're going to die just because you saw me?"

His hands pulled the curtain, concealing the childlike boy once more, "I dunno, they say doppelgängers are evil."

"I' m not.", the male smiled lightly, apparently amused by the other's reaction.

"How am I supposed to be sure you're not lying right now?", the scared boy uttered, grasping the curtain tightly.

"Then ask me anything you'd find enough to prove it. But first, it'd be better if you stop hiding there."

"…"

"Well…?"

"W-wait! Lemme think!"

His mind was blank, what could he ask? He hauled the mantle, deep in thought, the other walked to his side, staring at the moon. "I don't get to see this beauty every day." His sapphires peeked the male beside him, sure he was pretty. No, gorgeous. His mind suddenly clicked with a new, yet eerie idea. The supreme act which would exhibit he wasn't mean. Without giving a thought he suggested, "Then kiss me."

"Kiss… you…? You want me to kiss you.", the stranger was incredulous.

That was a bad idea. An awful one but he already said it, he couldn't take it back now. "Yeah, that'll prove you don't wanna hurt me.", his unconfident voice broke.

"Okay…that's odd but if that's what you need…"

They contemplated each other's eyes, becoming fascinated by them in a few seconds. At that moment, a cloud rushed away from the moon's sight, permitting the pale blue shine upon them. For the first time, Hayato was able to see him up-close. Tokiya was breath-taking, intense eyes, perfect skin, defined nose and his lips… undeniably inviting. He knew well his orientation but feeling tempted by a stranger was something he never experienced. As the bluenet's face approached, he fiercely slammed his eyes shut, sensing a warmth against his lips just after. His heart pumped swifter, threatening to blow his chest off.

For a moment, Hayato let his captivation supresshim and entangled his lips in the other's, turning it into something deeper than a peck.

Surprisingly that felt right, even butterfliesflew inside him. Almost like…

…Almost like Hayato had been waiting for that since he first saw him.

Keeping their mouths closed, there they were, tasting each other's flavour. Apparently Tokiya had surrendered to that act as well, letting himself float on those overwhelming however unknown sensations.

They slid and turned, fetched and suckled until they heard Hayato's grandfather, asking if he was alright. Just after assuring the old man and noticeably flustered, he apologised to the male before him.

"If you stop saying nonsense, yes.", Tokiya sighed as his eyes grazed the moon.

"I will… So…where are you from?"

"Tokyo."

"Really?", he perked up, shaking the other's hands, "I always wanted to go there! But how did ya come from a painting?", he pointed at his masterpiece.

"I don't know, I… I saw a light on my painting and touched it. When I noticed, I was already here."

"Wow!", his eyes enlarged, "Amazin'…! What was your painting like?"

"An oil-painting of a countryside.", the foreign bluenet turned to him anew.

"Hey, look at that one. Does it resemble yours?"

Tokiya moved closer to it, gaping in realisation, "T-this is my study…!", his hand moved up, barely reaching it.

"Wait!", he hindered the other, "If ya touch it, you might go back again right?"

"There's a great chance of that happening.", those greenish-blue eyes returned to their pair, "Do you mind if I stay here a while longer?"

"Yeah! Please, stay with us for a bit, we just met each other!", Hayato smiled widely, "Please, as long as you want, stay."

Now that he met him, he couldn't let him go. He had a feeling he needed to be close to that dazzling foreigner.

"I always dreamt of visiting the countryside."

"Really? Well, I'll show ya around tomorrow!"

"I'd appreciate it. But, first, where am I going to sleep?"

"I can lend ya my bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"You don't have to-"

"Pleeeaaassee…!", he pouted convincingly.

I'll accept then.", Tokiya nodded.

He made Tokiya comfortable, talking about everything and nothing, before they slipped into slumber. Hayato couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Hydra-chan'll take the lead. ;)

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