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Shun tossed wildly, his sleep invaded by all manner of
shadowy creatures. His face was coated with sweat, making his damp hair adhere
to his pale skin. He cried out softly, confused, as his face curled up in a
twisted visage of fear. Suddenly, as the midnight wind was howling by outside,
Shun awoke with a fright. He shot up, yelling something incoherent, breaths
short and eyes wide. He looked around, quickly recognizing the dark shapes in
his room, his pants slowly coming under control.
"God, what is wrong with me?" Shun muttered,
shoving the comforter aside and rising to his feet. He stood, creeping through
the darkness, looking back over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't
the door and walked out into the hallway.
At least, he would have, if he didn't walk back into his
room. Shun looked behind him, seeing the hallway to his back and, slightly
astonished, watched as he got up from his bed to crawl up into Hasukawa's.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, seeing himself disappear behind
Hasukawa's curtain. He went a little white, hearing a muffled moan come from
behind the sheet, urging him to back out of the room.
He turned to run back into the hallway, infinitely
frustrated when he found himself stumbling back into his room. "What the
hell is going on?!" he shouted, watching the same scene slowly unfold. He
turned to run again, but ran straight into Kazuya.
"Suka-chan? What's happening?"
"Why didn't you just tell me, Shun? Why did you have
to lie to me?"
"What are you talking about?" Shun cried,
reaching out for him. His hand disappeared, going straight though Hasukawa's
phantom chest. He withdrew his hand immediately, crying out, looking up to see
that Kazuya had disappeared. He spun around when he heard another quiet groan
emerge from Hasukawa's bunk and he ran, this time finally making it into the
dimly lit corridor.
He slammed the door behind him, leaning on it, his heart
racing as he tried to jumble together that which was happening. He closed his
eyes to think, gasping once we found himself on the other side of the door.
"Stop it!" he commanded, watching as Hasukawa,
this time, climbed out of Shun's bunk, walking over to him. "Suka-chan,
stop it!" The redhead didn't respond, still approaching, as a second
Hasukawa emerged from his own bunk. Shun's mouth dropped open, and he would
have probably screamed if the door hadn't opened behind him, sending him
tumbling into blackness.
"Eiyah!!"
Shun sat up with a start, eyes roaming wildly as he found
himself in his own bed. He groped around, feeling the sheets soaked with sweat,
and gave himself a reassuring slap to the face. It wasn't a dream this time. He
swallowed a heavy lump out of his throat, dropping back down to his wet pillow.
He wiped at his forehead, taking three of four deep breaths before he was sure
he was okay.
"Shun. . ."
He froze at the sound of Hasukawa's voice, floating down
to him in the dense air. "Shun, what's up? You okay?" Shun just
nodded dumbly before he spoke, feeling at his neck as the heat crept up to his
face.
"I'm okay, Suka-chan."
They were silent for a while, but both boys were surely
awake. Minutes passed as Shun opened and closed his mouth, prepared to speak
but defeated each time by the persistence of his mind. He shook his head before
he pushed his thoughts aside, practically blurting out into the silence.
"Suka-chan," he said quietly. "There's
something I have to tell you. . ."
End?