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"We will leave this place soon. I promise. " a smirk and a flash of yellow. "and I never break my promises. "

Despite the circumstances, i can't help but trust him. I have always, and always will ,it seems. The dark fog around my heart lightened just that bit more, reassured and reaffirmed that statement because i knew that. That's a fact with him. He doesn't lie. He doesn't filter his words and will always tell the honest brutal truth despite how hurtful it may seem. That's why when he say something like that, i can't help but trust him. After all, he's my one and only—- and —he wont—-to me. Thats—-why—-hi-

Two hands intertwined tightly together. The same hands separated, one pale and streaked with blood, the other outstretch in an attempt to grasp it- to bring it back to him-to not be gone. To a place that he can't follow.

Don't let go

redredredredredhandsarmfeetredredredbloodnothimpleasenoFlip-redblood-where-YOUPROMISED!

Bright blue eyes startled opened as laboured gasped seems to echo and intensify making it the only thing the blue eyed boys can hear for a while. Then he registered his still racing heartbeats as if a stampede of horses was wreaking hell on his chest- and possibly lungs too if his breathing is any indication. Gulping, he quickly put his hand on his chest trying to calm his heart down, his head tilted upwards as he rest it on his pillow and his eyes closing hiding the blue eyes behind a pair of pale eyelids. Sweat was pouring out of his body making him feel like drowning, in a sea of salty sweetness. Groaning aloud. The boy opened his eyes once more when his heart doesn't seem to want to pound its way out of his chest anymore and quickly make its way to the nearest indicator of time at that current moment. Stopping at his alarm clock placed conveniently on his lamp table he really wanted to cry when he saw that it was only 4 AM!

Darn it! Again?! Seriously.

Did he read something?! Did he watch some horrifying movies or something?! Did he get cursed?! Why does he keep having this nightmare that makes absolutely no freaking sense at all at freaking AM! Can't the nightmare be considerate to poor overstressed high school student that needs his beauty sleep. I'm talking to you Pitch Black!

And seriously why does his nightmare keep focusing on hands anyway. Did he have a hand fetish now? Should he consider going to a therapist? possibly but lets keep that as a last resort. Though, he did get the feeling- no, he KNOWS that the two pair of hands are always the same pair. The same two people reappearing over and over again in his dreams. It's familiar, the hand. He knows it, how it feels, how warm it actually, how tight it could grip and how calming it is to be held by those hands. He knew it. For some reason his mind flashbacked to the event from yesterday/(two days ago?) with the impromptu meeting with Flippy and the kiss and how familiar it felt.

His face immediately exploded into a tomato and he swore he could feel smoke coming out of his ears when the memories of those bright green eyes gazing at him and that kiss on his hands. As if doing it could probably smother it out of existence, his hands immediately went to cover his face. The feelings that green haired boy invoked in him is confusing. He makes him feel flustered and awkward, at the same time it feels so familiar its almost nostalgic these feelings, how happy he is and how safe he feels and- God, he needed to run or jog or something. He doesn't feel like sleeping anymore and running could maybe help clear his mind or something. And he had school in four hours. One can never forget that. How joyful.

With that thought, he immediately wore the first long-sleeve clothes he could find which turned out to be his favourite blue hoodie, and the first sport-like pants he can find, a pair of black running pants- lucky. Yanking on his yellow socks, he quietly tip toed out of his room, down the stairs and out of the house though not before yanking on a pair of red sneakers. He immediately started running the moment he consider himself far away enough not to accidentally woke up his brother from the ruckus he usually made when he decided to run.

Unknown to him, all his efforts are rather useless as his brother was already awake when he heard his younger twin crying out in his sleep. Muttering that damn thrice name of that person. He wouldn't let it happen. not again. It was those thoughts that ran through his mind as he stared out of the window of his bedroom, arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched his brother weird running form which elicited a small amused smile from him. No matter what he did, his brother always managed to make him smile. 'But…'. His lips slowly turned down into an almost mournful frown as his thoughts ventured to a terrible memory 'he can also be the one to cause him the most pain'.

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"No, i dont like that fish." A voice grumbled.

"Honey, we've been through this. Eel is good for your health. It energises you and you are always on call so you should eat some." Another voice replied, sounding almost exasperated but fond at the same time as if this is a common every conversation between the two of them.

"No, i don't like it and no i'm not gonna eat it no matter what you say." The other voice grumbled. The owner glaring at the gentle but goofy looking short blue haired man who was currently holding a wriggling eel tightly in his grasp.

"You're as bad as my students. The five years old one." He raised his eyebrows at the still glaring aqua haired man whose hair is tied in a low ponytail reaching his shoulders. One of his eye, a glittering light green coloured iris, was still fixed on the other guy with a death stare so powerful it could almost turn the other guys into a pile of smouldering ashes. In fact other people around them seem to be actively avoiding the pair, even the stall owner of the eel shop who cowered behind his display table, silently begging the pair of guys to just leave already. His other eye was hidden behind an eyepatch and considering his uniform, it almost seem ironic in a way.

"Are you comparing me to your student Mr. Spine." The cold voice and the threatening way it was delivered would have sent brave souls crying for their mother. But the blue haired guy, as if oblivious to the threatening aura the other emitted just continued perusing the eel selection. trying to find which one should he buy.

"Hum… This one is longer, but this one seems more fresher… hum… oh, what do you think russell-OOFF!" Before he could finish his question he found himself crumpled on the ground holding his stomach which was just brutally elbowed by the other guy who was now smirking in delight at the pain he caused to the other. "gasp- Is that- uhh- how you- ow- should treat your husband Rus?" The blue haired painfully exclaimed as he stared at his husband in disbelief which quickly turned resigned.

"If said husband is comparing me to a bunch of booger-eating rascals then yes. Besides, you married me Lumpy. You should know what you're getting into." Though the voice sound conceited, the now named Lumpy could hear the hurt when he heard it and he immediately feel guilty and immensely fond at the same time.

Sitting up. He glanced at his husband with what could only be called a lovestruck expression as he murmured "Yes i did. " in the same tone one would say 'i'm so lucky' and 'i love you'. Russell face immediately heated up at his husband hopeless expression and he shifted his gaze to the side, glaring at nothing as he felt himself falling more in love with the useless, wonderfully oblivious but kind husband of his.

Suddenly he saw a strike of blue in his periphery as he saw a blue haired boy in a blue hoodie gasping in pain, walking- or dragging his feet more like- his body in a running motion that is actually slower than just walking normally. He was horribly sweaty and he looked like he would literally fall over at any moment. Narrowing his gaze, he realised that he knew this person. As if noticing his distraction, Lumpy who was slowly pushing himself up glanced to the side to see what he is looking at and to his surprise he recognised the slowly drying (figuratively) boy.

"Oi, Splendid!" He yelled. Waving his arms about trying to get the boy's attention, unaware that he was still holding the now dead eels in his hand which lead to slime and excess water to splash on his husband. With a murderous glare, Russell give another punch to the other man, this time on the face which lead to a subsequent knockout.

Rolling his eyes he turned his gaze to the boy again only to see him staring at him fearfully, face drain of colour as he murmured "Mr. Spine?".

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