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“Well…? Do you like it?” Satoru inquires, frowning. This was the best idea he felt he ever had, and all his higher-ups did was sit there, in complete silence. “Fine. I’ll... try again, then.” They nod, handing the paper back. Satoru gathers them and leaves with a heavy sigh, and heavier eyelids. It was maybe.. 10 at night. He spent the whole day reviewing this new manga idea. Over, and over, and over, and over thrice more. Satoru took all the flaws there could have been, and fixed them. Was it the concept..? The more he thought about it, the more he regretted showing his baby off before it was properly born. I’ll try again in a week.. Or something. He returned home after having such thoughts. Finding comfort in his boxers and a shirt that was a bit too big, he lowered himself onto the tatami on his floor.


Kenya nodded, finishing up his shopping at the store. He headed out to his car, put his groceries in the back, and started heading home. That day was just as boring as every other day, every other night. Kenya was left in fathomless boredom, receding into a much too routine schedule. He headed into his apartment, groceries in hand, slipped off his shoes and locked the door. He put away all of what he bought, yawning deeply. Kenya showered, changed and hopped onto the bed with a soft thud. Yawning yet again, he laid back and left to the world of sleep.


Satoru opened his eyes to a familiar scene. He knew he was dreaming. Not entirely lucid, but somewhere between “AWARE” and “SUPER IN CHARACTER.” In this dream, he plays a knight in shining armor. Well.. not quite shining, per se. Rather, it seems almost burnt. Rusted. He’s riding his horse for quite some time. The breed of horse changes based off the ‘damsel’ he’s saving. He hadn’t had this horse before, though. Satoru’s had three separate horses in this dream. A Gypsy horse, an Andalusian, and a black forest horse. But… never before has he had a grey Noriker. Weird. Maybe this dream is different. Maybe I don’t save her.   Satoru kept his eyes on the prize, a castle in the distance, almost up against the broad midday skyline. What awaits him this time? A dragon? Maybe bandits again? A giant? Sirens?


Satoru flicked down his helmet and lightly kicked his horse’s flank, urging him to go faster. They were there in no time, however tired the horse may be. “Easy, Jean… I’ve got a job to do.” Satoru comforted as he hopped off and turned to the large castle entry. There were remnants of a gate, meaning some of the wood and the hinges. The rest were charred ash scattered across the smooth stone. Another dragon, then. Greeeeeeaaaat. Satoru sighed and gathered his courage. “You can do this…” He muttered to himself.


The castle smelled of fire, ash, and rot. Skeletons lay propped against the walls as if they were trophies. Each one seemed to be watching him, but not with their eyes. Their ghostly figures chilled the long hallways, made them seem darker than they were. Satoru was sure this place was once full of life, maybe even love. He shook away the thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Where was the dragon? There’s no sign of it anywhere… Satoru looked from right to left. Focus, damnit... With a quickened pace and an observant gaze, he came upon a narrow hallway that veered to the right.


This is so weird, Kenya thought to himself, Why am I here? He was fully aware of the fact he was dreaming, and that none of this was real. Nothing was really happening. He observed his surroundings. The smooth grey stone, beautiful tapestries and flowers. The whole essence of this room screamed, “I’m royal and slightly snobby.” Even the bed was like something out of a fairytale. A four poster bed, complete with curtains and vines. The pillows were recently fluffed, and everything appeared to be made of silk. What the hell…?

Satoru neared the end of the hallway. At the end, he was greeted by an unfamiliar figure. One that held the aura of mystery, and magic. Maybe something more familiar. Before Satoru had a chance to ask, the figure removed their hood, revealing… “Mom?!” She gave a strange look, “Listen, kid, I dunno and don’t care who you are. But, I’m the Great Witch Sachiko Fujinuma! Not your mother.”



Satoru quirked a brow and nodded, “So, this is all your work, then?” She hesitated before responding, “Well… my apprentice chipped in. Would you like to meet her?” Sachiko said whilst amusement coiled around her words like vipers.

“No. I’m here to save whatever damsel you have locked in some stupid tower.” Mistake number one.  “Stu.. da..” She looked infuriated, eyes almost a shade of red. “KAYOOO!” A small figure turned from the left, expression blank. Brown eyes met blue, and a small smirk curled the left of her lip upwards. “Yes, master?”  Great… she even dragged Kayo into this. The scrawny figure wore a red cloak and left the hood up, which left only the mouth and eyes to be visible. Other that, she carried a satchel. “Where is she?? I KNOW you have her!” Satoru demanded, putting one hand on the handle of his sword. "She? Her?" She almost cackles, "Sorry, kid, we got a dude instead. Hmmmm... actually..." She briefly looked over Satoru, up and down, then continued, "We give up. Go save him. If you can find him." Kayo laughs at this, and then they both disappear. 

Out of thin air. Like they were never there. Around him, the walls formed and changed to.. to.. the walls of a maze. Holy shit!  The hallways changed and redirected themselves. Satoru couldn't believe what he was seeing. Leafy greens burst from the cracks in the stone- enveloping his senses. Which lowered his guard. He realized this and quickly tried to cut himself off from his overwhelmed senses. Quickly standing, he sprinted in whichever direction seemed to call for him. Left.. Left.. Right.. straight.. left.. straight.. right.. straight... 



Ow... Yeah.. That's what you get for running headfirst into a door. Pay attention next time. 


Kenya jumped as he heard a loud bang sound and resonate from the door. He froze, rightfully terrified. 


Satoru calmly stood, staggering slightly. He massaged at his forehead and then opened the door. 




Satoru quickly walked up to Kenya, grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. "We have to go. It's not safe here." They started to run, Kenya behind in slight. But then... Everything faded. First, the walls. Then the floor. It all went black. They were alone.

Satoru jolted out of his sleep in a haze, alarm clock startling the living daylight out of him. What was that...? 

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So, uh, I'm working on the next chapter! I'm waiting to hear from the amazing artist helping me! :) Once I do, the chapter and art (if any) are complete, it'll be up! I'm glad that you're keeping up with this and I'm so sorry that this isn't an actual update. :( Moreover, I feel like the last chapter was way too short, so I'll probably go in and update it to be longer and more to my liking. I hope this is a fanfiction I actually finish, so that I can get on to more ideas! I want this to be something everyone on AO3 can be proud of! Thank you all for your support, it really means a lot to me. You're all so awesome. I don't think I can ever finish thanking you! So, I think I'll leave it there for now! 


Anyway, I'll take requests for any dreams! I already have a couple, but, I still need two more! If you'd like, you can suggest some! If not, that's okay, too! It means the world to that you're here. 



UPDATE: 21:05, August 21, 2018.

Chapter finished! Just waiting for artist response and art!

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Satoru stood there, eyes fixated on his reflection in the mirror. What the hell was all that...?  He sighed, gurgled and then spat out his mouthwash. What's for breakfast...? Oh.. yeah. Curry. I forgot... He's had nothing but curry to eat for the last few days, as a 'present' from his mother. He stopped, spoon hovered just above the rice. Satoru remembered everything. The look in Kenya's eyes, raw with... a flare of some unspoken tension. The walls changing and -ring- morphing to -ring- a twisted melody. Why was my mom-? -ring ring. ring ring.- "Hello?"


"Hey, kid. It's me."   Speak of the devil."Oh. Hey. What is it?"

"I was just thinking. Maybe, it'd be good for you to get together with your friends more. I'm worried, Satoru. All you do is work, eat, sleep, some socialization when required. So... try and get together with your friends one of these days, okay? I know schedules can be a pain in the ass, but you need to find time for them."

"Mom... I'm an adult. I can take care of myself. Thanks for worrying." His tone was more sincere than it would seem, and there was a long silence. "Okay?"

"Okay. Sorry.. It's just.." She sighed, audibly, "Your friends… and I lost fifteen years with you... and I can't shake that."  Satoru couldn't even imagine what it must've been like... what it still must be like."I understand. Thanks for looking after me all those years.”


The call was cut off short. She had work. More of it. Satoru tried not to think about it. About any of it. That weird dream… the sudden call… the past. His friends. Family. But one thing- no, person, kept reappearing over and over. Kenya… Should I call him? Yeah… I’ll do that later. He quickly finished his food and got changed. All the while, Satoru’s mother's’ voice kept ringing in his ears. “Try and get together with your friends one of these days. You need to make time for them. Fifteen years lost.  Just call him already! At that, Satoru (subconsciously) pulled out his phone and (still slowly) dialed Kenya’s number. Ring, ring. Shit. Good going… "...Satoru?” Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! “Yeah. Er.. hi. It’s been a while.” Three months and six days. “Three months, maybe? Haha.” That laugh. It was… shattering. It wasn’t a happy laugh. “Sorry. Uh.. I.. Didn’t even realize I called-” That was true. He couldn’t tell he was even moving. “Satoru, this isn’t like you. What’s wrong?” He was very quick to respond. “Nothing, Kenya. Don’t worry. I’m okay. I just thought you guys would like to go to a restaurant or something one of these days.” There was a long pause, Kenya was thinking. “Yeah. Let’s do it. Maybe watch a movie? I have a few days off soon, but I don’t know about everyone else…”



And everyone was free on one day. Sunday. Satoru took out a pencil and paper.

“Plans for Sunday: Starts with lunch. Goes to some shopping maybe. Then to karaoke at Nakanishi’s request. Afterward, Kenya, Kayo, Hiromi Osamu, Kazu, and I will have some time alone to talk. Then we all go home.”

Brief, but says almost everything that it has to. Satoru left out the time again. No matter how much he tried, he always leaves out the times. Funny, isn’t it? You think he’d remember every minute of the rest of his life. Every second sparing and replacing the ones he missed. He never thought that he’d be here, clutching to the pencil as if it was the last time he’d see it. A high snap filtered through and into his ears. Satoru blinked. His moment of intense thought left as quickly as it came.

“I… should go the store. I need another pencil.” In his moment of stress, he hadn’t realized he broke the pencil in half. Satoru sighed, throwing it into the garbage can. Shuffling across the apartment, he put on his coat and wrapped his scarf around him. Satoru put his shoes on, tapping the toes to the floor twice each after putting them on.

He opened the door to his apartment, facing the cold newly winter air. Satoru frowned, remembering everything that happened all those years ago. Bastard… All he could think about was how it was Yasahiro. Yasahiro took away fifteen years. If it wasn’t for revival, he would’ve taken his friends and many others instead. Why… is he getting to me now..? He’s not a threat anymore… but.. I can’t stop hating him… no matter what.




Kenya yawned and stretched. Approximately one hour, thirty-two minutes and thirty… no, twenty seconds until my next trial. Should be easy enough. There’s a bunch of evidence pointing in another direction. Including DNA samples, several witness accounts and CCTV footage. Not only that, but he has no reason to do it. Why is this even happening again? Kenya thought to himself for about three more minutes before calling it a break. He looked to the clock. 11:30. The world seemed to slow when you’re excited. Exactly like what’s happening to Kenya. This Sunday, a chance to catch up. Finally. Maybe.. Satoru and Kenya could talk about the dream? Well, no. That’s silly. I’m… being silly. It was just my dream. It’s not like he had it too. … Right?

Kenya couldn’t help but laugh at himself for the thought. Honestly, he never thought he’d be sitting thinking about how the blue in Satoru’s eyes matched the night sky. [A/N: But, d-don’t get me wrong. It’s only an observation, n-no h-h-homo and all, right? ;)] He laughed even more at himself. So much so, that his stomach hurt. Satoru was just a friend. Always has, always will. Anyways, he needs to do his housework. Dusting, sweeping, mopping, tidying up, dishes, laundry, etc. etc. 

While cleaning his desk, Kenya finds a peculiar photo. It was one of Satoru, Kayo, Kazu, Osamu, Hiromi, Aya and himself. The only thing was that… he never remembered taking the photo. It wasn’t recent, must’ve been back in 1988. But… how..? Kayo didn’t come back when Satoru was still… awake. At first glance, anyways. But, after the second or third glance, it became obvious it was taken when Satoru was still asleep. He’s smiling… haha… I missed that. All of our smiles.

Satoru returned from the store safe and sound. What he returned to… was shocking, to say the least. “Kenya?! Why are you sitting outside my apartment?” Kenya blinked, surprised. “Oh, hey Satoru. I thought you were home. I’m very sorry. Well, I’ll leave if you’d like.” Satoru shook his head a bit too quickly. “You must be cold. Come inside. I can make coffee or hot cocoa. Or something.” Kenya smiled, stood, and nodded. At that, they were both inside at the blink of an eye. “You must be cold… here.” Satoru said, wrapping his blue scarf around Kenya, who nodded in thanks. “Cocoa?” Satoru asked. “... Cocoa.” Satoru chuckled. “I could go for some, too.”

“So, Kenya. Why’re you here?” Satoru asked, left eyebrow quirked. Kenya took a sip of his hot drink, looked Satoru in the eyes and said, “I just wanted to talk in person.” Satoru nodded. Kenya still had his scarf on, but he took off his jacket. "So, what've you been up to lately?" Satoru asked, genuinely curious. Kenya smiled, replying simply, "Work. That's... pretty much it. I enjoyed talking with you earlier." Blue eyes smiled and laughed. The room remained silent of any laughter. They sat there like that in comfortable silence with a few brief conversations. Time ticked away for seconds, mutating into minutes. They were truly enjoying themselves. Until, Satoru spoke up. “Kenya… you can take the scarf off if you’re getting to warm.” Kenya seemed confused for a second and lifted a hand to the garment. “Oh… yes. I’m sorry. I forgot I was wearing it. I’m… sorry.” This wasn’t like Kenya at all.

“Kenya, what’s really bothering you?” Kenya smiled and shook his head, removing the scarf. I love you, Satoru. I’ve loved you. But… you don’t know, or feel the same. You like girls, right? That’s okay. You’ve been gone for 15 years. I can’t imagine you feeling the same. I’m the weird one here. “Kenya? Hello?” Kenya blinked, returning to his senses. He finished his drink, said a brief, “Thank you. I should go now. I’ll talk to you on Sunday, okay?” And shouldered on his coat, put his shoes on and left. In doing so, he left Satoru bewildered. The black-haired boy quickly stood, threw on his shoes and coat and hurried outside, forgetting he left the door open. 

In the back of his mind, Kenya truly wish he stayed. Satoru was precious to him, so he worried this might cause a bad chain reaction. It was unlikely. Satoru wasn't that type of person. Kenya knew it, too. Were his doubts even justified? Why am I acting like this...?  He quickened his pace, getting cold again. The car was paradise at this point. Nice seats. Warm, but not too warm. Heaven! Just like the scarf- uh, his mother gave him when he was little. He admitted that he missed those days, at least a little. He had... less complicated feelings. In youth, he hated the idea of growing older. He still did. Kenya sighed, turning on the car and slowly driving away.

Satoru, on the other hand, was still