A/N Late update on the account of school work. Two (fairly platonic) boy on boy kisses.

EDIT: I HATE YOU AND YOUR FORMAT FFNET YOU TOOK AWAY MY THREE DASHES. -sigh- EDIT TWO: OMG THEY TOOK MY DASHES AWAY FROM MY OTHER CHAPTERS TOO. HOLY CRAP I'M GOING TO HAVE TO REINSERT THEM FOR LIKE 60 CHAPTERS. -dies-


Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together. ~ Anais Nin


"Are you awake? Ryou? Ryou? Are you awake?"

Ryou opened his eyes in one quick motion, gasping as he did so. The small lamp on his nightstand was on. He pushed himself into a sitting position only to come face to face with wide, puffy, green eyes.

Amane.

"Amane?" Ryou asked, dazed, "Amane. What are you doing up? Ugh – what time is it?"

She clutched the light blue blanket, bowed her head and trembled.

Panic flared up in Ryou.

"Are you crying?"

Amane let out a howl. She collapsed, sobbing so hard that it shook her entire frame. Ryou pushed away his blankets and pulled her close.

"Shh," he whispered, trying mimic their mother, "It's okay. Tell me what's wrong. I'm here now, so everything's okay."

Amane snuggled into his shoulder, "I had a bad dream."

Ryou petted her hair, "What about?"

-0-

"Ryou."

His father didn't say his name like his mother or Amane did. It never came out the same. Sometimes…sometimes it would sound like he was trying to say it the same (like the few times they were together for his birthday or Christmas). But mostly, mostly it would sound –

"Ryou."

Like that. Cold and distant.

Ryou turned around, away from his family's summer cottage.

"Yes, father?"

"There's been a change of plans. We're leaving tomorrow."

Any color that Ryou had drained from his face.

"But you said–"

"I know what I said!" his father cut him off, growling between clenched teeth, "But this is what I am saying now."

Ryou looked away, muttering to himself, "I don't understand why I have to leave at all. I want to stay here, with Amane and Mom."

"Look, Ryou, if I could leave you here I would!" his father shouted, suddenly looking very old and rigid.

Ryou's eyes widened and he blinked back tears.

His father blanched.

"Just go," he said wearily, "Play with your sister or something."

-0-

"That doesn't sound so bad, Amane," Ryou whispered, calmly and gently.

Amane pulled herself away from him as tears rolled down her face.

"It gets worse!" she insisted, more tears spilling out.

Ryou kissed her forehead, trying to calm her, trying to tell her that everything would be alright.

"It's okay, Amane. I believe you. How does it get worse?"

Amane wiped away her tears. Then, she looked up.

"I die."

-0-

A soft wind blew past him like a gentle caress.

Ryou closed his eyes, committing the moment to memory. Something was wrong, he knew it, he felt it, he saw it. His mother smiled too much now; it never reached her eyes. His father was gone for twice as long now and when he was home, he just locked himself in his room. And now that his father was taking Ryou with him on his next trip…nothing was going to be the same again.

So the right here, the right now needed to be savored. The wind blowing past him, the sound of ocean crashing against the rocky shore, the forget-me-not's beneath his feet – all of that needed to be remembered. It was too perfect not to be.

"Big brother!" Amane called as she ran down the field of bluish purple flowers and tall grass, "Mommy's here!"

Ryou looked down from the hilltop and saw his mother's car drive alongside the ocean. He smiled, a bit sadly.

Amane rushed down the hill, gaining speed.

A peculiar feeling gnawed at Ryou's guts.

"Amane!" Ryou shouted, "Amane, slow down!"

Time did not stop. It did not slow nor did it speed up. Instead, Ryou was overcome with the sense that he was no longer seeing something, but taking a picture of it. The world did not flow together; instead it became a series of unrelated photos. Photos only subtly different from the last.

His mother's car maneuvered around the sharp rocks, pulling closer to the mouth of the driveway. Amane tripped, tumbling from the edge of the field into the road.

The car spun. Amane dived.

A soft wind blew past him like a gentle caress.

-0-

The blood inside of Ryou froze. He broke out into a cold sweat.

Desperate to not only ease his own fear, but the fear of his snivelling sister, Ryou pulled her into another hug.

"But you're still alive, Amane. See?" He squeezed her tight, "You're still alive!"

Amane pushed him away.

"No, no, no!" she screeched, fresh tears breaking out, "You don't get it, Ryou! This isn't about me!"

Ryou blinked.

"Then what was the nightmare about?"

"You."

She paused, then sneered, "And that ring."

-0-

He woke up with the ring on. Ryou used to find that unusual (he was always sure to place the ring on his nightstand before bed) but now it was expected.

(He traced the pattern of the ring lightly.)

Welcomed, even.

He should find that bizarre, but his whole life was bizarre, so was this ring really that much of a difference? At least it was beautiful. Better than friends in comas.

A quick look at the clock told him that it was already time to get ready for a new school. He hoped that his father was right. Whatever was happening would just stop once he started this new school.

Ryou sighed and stirred his tea.

It was, after all, such a hassle to keep losing friends. Keep transferring schools.

Such a hassle to keep caring.

(He's jaded and he's knows it, but he's quiet so it doesn't matter.)

After another five minutes or so of indecision, he grabbed his backpack and began his funeral march. School was only a ten minute walk away.

Maybe things would be different this time. Maybe his reputation would precede him and people would just leave him alone. He'd been alone for so long, it doesn't even really bother him that much anymore. And he's not completely soulless (not yet). Ryou didn't want anyone else hurt.

"Umf!" Ryou let out a strangled gasp as someone bumped straight into him.

"Sorry!" said the boy, "I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you."

"It's okay," Ryou mumbled, picking up his books.

"I'm Yuugi, by the way," the boy said, offering a wide smile and his hand.

He had never seen a smile like that before. It was so bright and pure (and for him? How was that possible?). Ryou didn't catch the pendent, a sibling to his own ring; until he looked at Yuugi's outstretched hand.

It wasn't beautiful like his ring, but deep in his soul he wanted it all the same.

(A feeling overtook him, a feeling he had only ever had once before, the day his sister died.)

Yuugi's hand, close to the pendant that hung from his neck, was still there – waiting for him.

Don't take it. Don't take it.

Ryou did. It was soft and warm.

"My name's Bakura," he said, strangely out of breath.

"Well Bakura-kun," Yuugi grinned, "I'm sure we'll be great friends!"

-0-

"He would have been good for you," Amane said.

Both she and Ryou were too involved in the story to be truly frightened at that point.

She repeated herself, "He would have been good for you if you'd let him."

-0-

Ryou collapsed onto his bed the moment he got to his apartment. All throughout his first day of school, he had this pain in his chest. Like someone was stabbing him with little knives. And he had the most awful headache, especially when people talked to him (especially when Yuugi talked to him).

And…and…

(And he saw things, out of the corner of his eye. A man. Shadows.)

So I've finally gone crazy, he thought, flipping over and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

A dark chuckle filled his ears. Ryou bolted upright.

"Who's there?" Ryou called.

Oh relax, Landlord. It's just me.

Ryou's body tensed, every inch of him awakening.

"Where are you?" he yelled, walking cautiously out of his room and into the hallway, "And what do you mean by 'landlord'?"

Host. Vessel. Take your pick; they're all the same. After all, it's what you are.

Ryou sank to his knees as another stabbing sensation pierced him.

You see, I've taken up permanent residence in your body. I'm your tenant, which makes you my landlord.

Ryou moaned in agony and the knives twisted deeper into him. He grasped at his chest, trying to make it stop, when he felt it. The ring. It was the ring.

Very good. Would you like a pat on the head, Landlord?

Indignation flared up in Ryou. He was in pain and this voice had the nerve to be sarcastic to him?

I was being honest. I've been here for quite some time and you've never noticed. Though I suppose…

The voice paused for a second, deep in thought.

Perhaps…perhaps this is the puzzle's doing. How fitting, then. So close too, right within our grasp, Landlord. It shouldn't be hard to possess it, especially when his container – what was his name, Yuugi? – seems so fond of you. Actually you seemed rather fond of him yourself, Landlord. I think that was first time you ever disobeyed me. Now we can't have that, can we?

Ryou couldn't see it, but he could feel the (rambling) voice's smirk.

Hmm, maybe you would like another player for your Monster World?

"What are you talking about?" Ryou demanded. He was honestly fed up. Blood was leaking through his shirt, he was hearing a voice inside his head, and most importantly none of the things the voice said made any sense to him. If he had to have a voice couldn't it at least be coherent?

You reincarnations always seem to forget. It's such a hassle to continuously remind you, Landlord. You're going have to remember on your own.

"Reincarnation?" Ryou asked, shaking his head, "Remember what?"

Your promise.

"What promise?" said Ryou, almost in hysterics.

I'm going to unleash eternal darkness, Landlord. And you're going to help me.

That voice was smirking again, Ryou could just feel it.

It dawned on Ryou that this no longer had to do with his sanity, or his life. He was suddenly aware that from then on the choices he would make would impact much more than his isolated slice of the world.

"I-I won't," he stuttered, out of disbelief and primal fear, "I won't!"

The air in front of him shimmered, as if a million prisms had just been inserted into the empty space, and everything was reflecting off of a reflection. It was the way Ryou imagined what a desert mirage would look like, from the stories his father used to tell. The most logical conclusion would be that whatever he saw would not be real.

(But…)

But it was real. A man formed; hovering a few inches off the ground, completely see through. It was himself. His long white hair, his brown eyes, his ring. But…the white hair was too spiky and sharp, the brown eyes were too narrow and dark, and the ring no longer felt like it belonged to him.

"Oh, Landlord," the twisted version of himself laughed. He floated down and pressed a tender kiss on a stunned Ryou's forehead.

"You won't have a choice."

-0-

"I hate him," Amane said, more serious than Ryou had ever seen her. (That terrified him.)

"I hate him more than I'll ever hate anyone."

"But Amane," Ryou pleaded, "He's not real. It was just a bad dream."

Amane looked up at him, as if he had just told her that the sky was orange.

"Aren't you listening, big brother?"

-0-

His soul room decays very easily, which would be a brilliant metaphor, if he cared.

He's been trapped in here for too long (could it still even be called entrapment?). The only thing he really cared about was Yuugi and, by default, Yuugi's friend. Salvation too, but Yuugi had come to mean that as well. Ryou liked to think that if things had been different, (if he had been stronger, if the spirit had been weaker), maybe they could have been happy together.

He sighed.

Even in his own soul, his thoughts swirled and spun and were suppressed. No time for analyses. He must focus on the action. The melting of his light blue walls. He reached out and touched it. It burned as it grabbed hold of him, thrusting him into the spirit's world.

He's been here many times before, but he still doesn't quite understand who that small boy is. Is it him? Is it the spirit? Ryou always followed the boy with grey hair and tan skin regardless of which answer he chose to accept that day.

And that boy would always run from the same handful of guards, hiding just in time.

Ryou's heart would always skip a beat as their spears hovered over the vase.

But in the end they walked away, leaving just the boy and Ryou alone in an empty hut. The boy would follow the guards once they had left.

"You're stupid," he told the boy, even though the boy can't hear him, "If you had just stayed there, if just hadn't made a fuss, you never would have seen any of that. You could have been normal."

He realized the hypocrisy, doing nothing had not made him any more normal, but Ryou said it anyway. It wasn't like the boy could hear him.

The boy followed the guard's down a hidden path, into a dark cave. Then the boy would watch in horror and be broken beyond repair. Even after millennia had past.

The next part changed, depending. Maybe it changed more often than he thought as there had been many a time when Ryou would just close his eyes and refuse to see.

But he watched, now.

The flames grew brighter as they consumed more people. Some faces he recognized (Amane's, Yuugi's, his mother's) others he didn't, but did anyway.

He should be broken. But he wasn't.

So he knew he was dreaming.

("Are you awake? Ryou? Ryou? Are you awake?")

"Landlord."

A voice, cold and reserved, but somehow so enticing.

"Yes?"

The spirit folded his arms as he lingered in Ryou's doorway.

"What were you doing?"

"Dreaming," Ryou responded.

There was silence as the spirit waited for a better answer.

"About us."

-0-

"What was its name?" Ryou asked, feeling so strange and overcome by desire, "The village. What was its name?"

Amane shrank and looked down.

"I don't remember."

-0-

"I don't like you," Ryou said, as the spirit walked into Ryou's soul room.

"I never would have guessed."

"You don't like me, either. Remember?" He pointed to the walls, words, invisible to a person who wasn't looking, inscribed on them, "The things you said?"

The spirit rolled his eyes.

"I was rereading them when it occurred to me. You don't like me but you understand me. So I thought, since I don't like you, maybe that means I could understand you too."

Ryou sighed.

"I've been staring at this ceiling for God knows how long, trying to figure you out."

The spirit sauntered towards him, "And, my dear landlord? What have you found?"

"Facts. A couple at least. You're meticulous, for one. And insane. Patient and clever and apathetic and conniving – and did I mention insane?"

The spirit gave him a warning look. Half-amused, half-threatening.

Ryou ignored it.

"But those were just facts. Just things I knew. The truth is I don't understand you at all. I could spend the rest of my life looking at this ceiling and you'll always just be you. Some divine sort of machine whose results I can see, but no matter how hard I try I can't see the gears."

A snort. "How poetic."

"But me. I'm me, I can see within myself, and I don't like myself so the same logic should apply, right?" Ryou's eyebrows furrowed, "So I just thought about the major things you need to know to understand someone. What they hate–"

For a split second, Ryou's eyes left the ceiling and turned towards the spirit.

"–and what they loved. And then I was just…"

He paused, retreating back into his own thoughts.

"Finish your sentence, Landlord," the spirit commanded.

"I was just thinking," Ryou sighed, "that I've never really loved anyone but Amane. I like Yuugi; I think I still care about him, a little. Enough to not want him to die. But I don't love him. Isn't that what a soul is, though? The ability to keep loving, no matter what? Amane's dead. And I haven't loved anyone since. So does that mean my soul died with her? Does that mean I don't have a soul anymore? You don't have a soul. So then I thought…"

"Thought what, host?" the spirit growled.

"I thought that made us like kindred spirits, or something," Ryou closed his eyes, "And then I realized that I do like you. In a weird way. I'd miss you if you were gone."

"You think too much," sneered the spirit.

"I do," Ryou agreed, "But I thought some more, anyway. About Amane…and you."

He opened his eyes, rolled over, and faced the spirit.

"If I help you willingly, would you let me see my sister again? It doesn't have to be real as long as it's her. And it just has to be long enough for me to ask her something. That's it. Then you can do whatever it was you were going to do to me. When it's over."

The spirit stared into Ryou's eyes for eternity.

Then, agreed.

-0-

Amane cried again. The nightmare's hold over Ryou broke and he cradled his sister yet again.

"It's okay, Amane. None of that happened. It's not real," he soothed.

"It was horrible, Ryou," she sobbed, "I was there. Right there! And I couldn't even stop you – couldn't even hug you – because I was dead!"

"But you're not dead, Amane. You're right here and you're not dead," he said, rocking her.

"But what if that doesn't change anything?!"

-0-

Yuugi will die in here.

It was morbidly fascinating to think about. Just the slightest glimpse of the thought sent shivers down Ryou's spine (and not always unpleasantly).

I am building this and creating this so that Yuugi will die.

It was bizarre. A weird sort of half-dream where he knew he could wake up at anytime he wanted to, but didn't. ("Are you awake? Ryou?–")

He dipped his brush and then painted red.

"You've gotten the color just right, Landlord," said the spirit, taking translucent form besides him.

"You sound surprised."

"I am. I didn't think you paid such close attention," he eyed the RPG board up and down, "to the details."

"Isn't that what you wanted? Don't forget that I agreed to this," Ryou said, still absorbed by his work, "I want to give it my best effort."

The spirit said nothing, just stared.

Ryou placed the figurine of the grown up boy of his dreams on table. He walked towards the spirit, who, as always, was just a little bit taller than him. Just a little out of his reach.

Ever the pragmatist, Ryou stood on his tippy toes, and pressed a kiss to the spirit's cheek. It quivered there for a second.

Ryou continued to walk towards his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He took one last look at the spirit.

"I'm going to school now," he said, to the form that hadn't moved an inch, "so you can look at it all you like."

It wasn't finished though, and Ryou knew he'd be working on it all night instead of on his homework.

(He looked forward to it.)

-0-

"You knew it was bad," Amane said, twisting her fingers into his and looking into a dazed Ryou's eyes, "And you just kept going…"

-0-

He was being followed.

Ryou was accustomed to things following him while they lurked in the shadows, but this was different. This was distinctly human. More than one, too. Probably some thugs, looking for an easy target. Ryou almost dared them to. If they tried to harm him the spirit would kill them…

(It was empowering, that knowledge, almost to the point of intoxication.)

As drunk as Ryou was, he didn't notice when one of his stalkers came up from behind him and punched him. Ryou fell to the ground with a thud and while he was regaining his senses another one of the assailants ripped his ring away from him.

His ring.

(Ryou was cold all over, shaking, so freezing…the ring…he needed the ring…)

"Give me. Back. My ring," Ryou growled out, eyes darken. Two thugs took hold of him.

"Oooh!" said the thug with blue eyes, "Would you look at that, Akito? Little poodle's got a bark."

The boy with his ring (hishishis!), Akito, smirked.

"Who would have ever thought? Besides..." said Akito, slipping the ring over his neck.

"Give it back to me now!" Ryou roared, struggling against the two thugs hold on him.

"I don't like this kid's attitude," said the blue eyed thug.

"Me neither," agreed Akito, cracking his knuckles, "Maybe he needs a lesson in manners."

The two thugs holding him laughed.

It was like a false wake from a dream. When you awake from one dream only to be in another. Foggy awareness, but still the smeared, fast-pace, dream state.

(It was so cold.)

Ryou's hand slid over the knife.

Akito took a step forward.

He took it he took he took it (hetookhim) he took it he took it…

Ryou pulled the knife out and stabbed the thug on his left in the gut. As he fell to his knees, Ryou stabbed him in the back again. The one second advantage of surprise Ryou had wore off and the other two thugs charged at him while Akito backed away. It was easy work. His body remembered the spirit's movements of the blades and Ryou had always been a good dodger.

Wiping the blood on his pants, he stalked towards Akito. When the boy turned to make a run, Ryou pounced on him. Ryou flipped him over and stared at his ring.

The boy squirmed underneath him. Akito squirmed underneath him. (If he has a name, does he have a family? A sister waiting for him when he gets home so that he'll chase away all her bad dreams?)

"P-please, I'm sorry," he begged, "Please."

Ryou placed the knife to edge of the rope. He dragged a line across the Akito's throat, a thin trail of blood following his knife. The ring pulled off of the boy without hesitation.

The boy gasped and gurgled and was altogether revolting but Ryou didn't mind. The ring's warmth was in his heads again, and suddenly he felt sane.

-0-

"A-a-amane," Ryou stuttered out, squeezing his sister too tight, "I-I would never. You know me. Amane! I would never do anything like that…"

She sobbed loudly into his chest.

"But you did!"

-0-

"Oh, I am so proud of you, landlord," the spirit purred, as he curled himself into a ball, "Of course, I was quite looking forward to shredding that mortal's soul apart, but I'll admit, this was a nice change of pace."

"Just leave me alone," Ryou croaked out, voice raw and sore. Even in his soul room.

The spirit laughed and draped an arm around him, "But you don't really want that, do you, Landlord? You want me to stay with you forever. That's why you killed them."

"That's not true!" Ryou shouted.

"It isn't?" the spirit feigned belief, "Then why did you kill them?"

"I-I was scared," Ryou said, stumbling over his own words, "I was scared – they were going to kill me. It was self defense! That's all!"

The spirit made a tsk tsk sound.

"They weren't even armed, landlord of mine."

Ryou closed his eyes, desperately searching for another excuse.

"It was mercy killing!" Ryou exclaimed.

"Oh?"

Ryou nodded, "I knew that, once you got the strength, you would torture them, curse them to the darkness forever! I thought…I thought it would better if I just…"

"Still can't say it? Killed them, Landlord, you killed them."

Ryou cringed.

"Besides," the spirit said, cupping Ryou's chin, "That's not the real reason at all. Why did you kill them? Hmm?"

The spirit lowered his face just centimeters away from Ryou's own.

"Why?"

The truth burst out of him like a gun, like an atomic bomb.

"Because they took you away from me!"

The spirit stared for a second as his smirk consumed his entire face. He threw his head back and laughed, louder than Ryou had ever heard it.

"I truly do own you, don't I?"

Ryou trembled, holding back tears.

"So how did it feel, Landlord? To take a life?" the spirit whispered into his ear.

"I thought it was horrible. When you killed in my body you always pushed me out just as I saw that look in their eyes. I never saw it go out, just saw it starting. I thought that I'd never be able to do it because of that look. But then I saw it – saw it go out and…"

The spirit smirked, wrapping his arms around Ryou.

"And what, my most precious little landlord?"

"It didn't bother me."

He let out a small sob, which sounded more like laugh than anything.

-0-

"I just don't understand, big brother," Amane said, wiping away her tears, "How you could need him so much..."

Ryou didn't have an answer to that, mostly because it hadn't been his nightmare, it had been Amane's and…

Well, if there was an answer to a question like that, Amane was better off not knowing.

-0-

Ryou woke up. He felt confused and bewildered as his senses slowly returned to him.

Sight. (Sand…desert sand…a village…that village.)

Taste. (Mouth dry, when was the last time he drank?)

Touch. (The ring was gone but the scars were still there, so this wasn't a dream.)

Smell. (Something was burning…)

Sound. ("Bakura!")

Ryou slowly pried himself of the desert floor. Who was that calling him?

"Bakura!" exclaimed a voice, laced with righteous fury, "Stop this madness now!"

Pharaoh.

He saw them all now. The Pharaoh and Yuugi, Anzu and Honda and Jounouchi, The Pharaoh's priests, (who'd he only ever seen through fragmented memories and half-awake dreams).

"Yuugi-kun?" Ryou asked. He'd forgotten…he'd forgotten what Yuugi's presence felt like. It was so warm.

Yuugi blinked, "Bakura-kun?"

"What's going on?" Ryou asked, which wasn't a lie.

"Guys," Anzu said, relief coating her voice, "I think that's the real Bakura."

The real Bakura? Ryou thought, fairly amused, there's a real Bakura out there?

"Bakura-kun," Yuugi said, rushing towards, "There's no time to explain. We have to find a place to hid now."

Ryou looked over Yuugi's shoulder.

The darkness was consuming.

"I think I saw an entrance to a cave over here," Ryou said, leading them down the path both he and that boy had travelled many a time.

-0-

"I don't really remember much after that," Amane admitted, "it just sort of blurs together."

Ryou looked down at her, "What do you remember?"

-0-

The shadows clawed and reached for them as Ryou led them to the birthplace of the millennium items.

"If I told you I was sorry, would you believe me?"

("If we have faith, I know we'll get through this. I know we'll beat Zorc!")

"How could you, Bakura-kun?"

"Be careful," Ryou said, "The rock is slippery."

("The darkness is stronger and I am weak.")

The fire was still burning when they got to the end of the tunnel.

("Yuugi – move!")

"You were the only best friend I ever had."

-0-

Amane paused for no longer than a heartbeat and eyed the shadows of his bedroom suspiciously.

"I do remember the last part good, though," she said.

-0-

The rock shook and gave way. The world was suddenly made of photos and Ryou could see what was coming.

"Yuugi – move!" Ryou screamed, pushing him into the arms of Jounouchi.

The rock crumbled and fell into the darkness. Ryou along with it.

"Bakura!" the Pharaoh shouted and reached for him.

Ryou reached back, tears falling from his face. Their fingertips grazed over each. His hand was soft and warm. (Like salvation.) All Ryou had to do was squeeze a little tighter.

Landlord.

-0-

"But?" Ryou questioned, voice barely a whisper. Horror had already crawled through all of him by now. Had snatched his voice.

Amane looked at him, terrified and confused.

"But you let go."

-0-

He had never died before, and he couldn't remember being born, but it must have felt like this.

Sharp knife kisses stabbed and caressed him.

Ryou was sure he saw Yuugi, for a split second.

He knew it was a fact when the spirit wrapped his arms around him and the image faded away.

-0-

"And then what?" Ryou asked softly, pulling himself into a ball. Tears slid down his cheeks freely.

He had never once yelled at Amane. Not once until now.

"And then what!"

-0-

"My sister," Ryou said as he draped his jacket over what was left of their bodies, "When will I get to see my sister?"

"In time, Landlord. We have eternity," said the spirit, "Now come. Watch this with me."

Ryou did as he was told, leaning against the spirit as he watched the souls turn into smoke, rising up to a blood red moon, and dissolving into the darkness of the sky.

Like something out of his dreams.

-0-

"And then I woke up."


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