AN: My first Legal Drug story, hopefully a good contribution to this growing section. Rating is M for strong sexual themes, especially in later chapters.
The Pygmalion Effect
Chapter 1
The alley behind the Green Drugstore was not particularly special. The roughly paved road was mainly used for deliveries; sometimes a rogue car or walker happened to find the path. It didn't matter if it was a well manicured alley or that the stores stuck to it were respected by the community...alleys were creepy. Even in daylight...maybe especially in daylight.
Kazahaya stood at the back door of the drugstore in the sweltering heat of summer. It was only ten in the morning, yet the air was already acrid with asphalt smelling steam. The heat stuck to him like a bad bandage, slimy and gluey. He just wanted to go back into the air conditioned store, even if Rikuo, Mr. Know-It-All-Employee-of-the-Month, was always hovering over his every move. But no. Kakei the store owner was making him wait for the morning's delivery of assorted stuff. Lip balm, condoms, aspirin, "girly" products, lotion, prescription drugs, various trinkets, etcetera. The very word "drugstore" conjured eclectic images of an ancient apothecary with mortar and pestle and drawers of herbs and spices. Kazahaya dreamily thought of the smells of such a place and was pulled from them quickly when he saw the shipping truck pull up. He greeted the driver, signed for the packages, and began helping the driver unload the shipment. Lucky Rikuo, Kazahaya thought. Imagine that Kazahaya had only been waiting outside for a mere six minutes...the sun had boiled the juices in his brain already...now he was actually doing work...he felt very faint and sick with heat.
"Well, thanks for your help," the driver said with a curt bow. Kazahaya nodded in a stupor. Yeah, now I think I'll go lie down.
The sudden thrust of Kazahaya's heated body into the super chilled store made him reel. The sweat trickled down his back and cascaded into his pants via his spine. He scratched the tickling feeling and went to find Kakei. Now those damn packages he unloaded needed to be checked over to make sure everything Kakei had ordered had actually arrived in good condition! So much for taking a rest.
Kakei was taking stock in the storage room, as was usual on a day like this. Everything needed to be organized per his boss' meticulous management.
"Kakei-san, the shipment is in the back. Are you ready for it?" Kakei sighed and looked at his clipboard.
"I suppose," he answered wearily. He did not look at Kazahaya, a gesture that indicated something was amiss. Kakei, so beautiful with his limitless supply of arousing stares and smiles...he simply looked depressed.
"Kakei...san?"
Kakei said curtly. " Go find Rikuo, Kazahaya, and you two bring the shipment in here. Saiga and I will do inventory later." With a small nod, Kazahaya backed away from his boss. He felt the sting of his glare even when he was concealed behind heavy shelves.
Kazahaya could simply touch something and sense it's residue of life and use...sometimes he could run his hands over a never-ending fence and glean children's faces, old branches cut away from the path of walkers, someone fell here and scraped her knee. He could run his hands over the shelves in Green Drugstore and find Kakei's imprint. If only he could touch Kakei now and find the source of this sudden mood change.
Kazahaya heard Rikuo before he saw him. He heard the shuffling of feet as they moved from one display to another inching dangerously close to Rikuo but only to be rejected. Kazahaya rounded an aisle to see Rikuo's back turned to a group of school young girls who frequented the store. Clearly they were disappointed in his lack of interest, but they were not defeated yet. They would come back like they always did, and momentarily deterred they walked away hoping Rikuo would give them a backwards glance.
"Rikuo," Kazahaya caught his attention much to the chagrin of the girls. "Kakei-san wants us to bring the new shipment into storage." Rikuo whipped his hair across his face in a vain attempt to get it out of the way. Kazahaya smirked but caught his growing smile before Rikuo could see. Rikuo saw the slight grin regardless, but did not wonder why his smaller companion smiled because he was such a naïf and was always unable to control his emotions. Who knew why he did the weird things he did. For a moment Rikuo let his gaze stay on Kazahaya, on his golden brown hair glinting under the harsh florescent light. Not even that discoloring light could disfigure anything about Kazahaya. He existed somewhere between sacred and profane. Here he was, ethereal in his beauty but mortal; the ravages of time, bad days, not-so-good missions, and everything in between would come over him like a deluge. There were scars already, not in body, but in mind. Nothing kept Rikuo or Kazahaya in line but the mission...finding their respective losses. Kei and Tsukiko. Who were they? Neither knew much of the other, yet Rikuo knew more about Kei, Kazahaya's sister, and Kazahaya knew even less about Tsukiko.
No one ever answered Kazahaya's questions.
Kazahaya was afraid to touch Rikuo.
What would...could...he find?
The blood sickened him.
The boxes were stacked neatly in storage. Neither Kazahaya nor Rikuo had said much of anything, save a few attempts from Kazahaya to make conversation. Tired and dirty feeling, Kazahaya was glad when Kakei called it a day. There was something deeper in his voice, something fearful, when Kakei called Rikuo into his office.
Damn, Kazahaya thought, another mission and it's going to Rikuo. Whatever, I don't feel like bitching about it. Instinctively, perhaps playfully spiteful, Rikuo gave a quick smirk with a "humph" in Kazahaya's direction, a smirk that melted into a grin when Kazahaya pouted angrily and kicked a box packed with colorful nail polish. Ah, Kazahaya groaned. Glad I didn't damage the box too badly...maybe...maybe that's why Kakei...no, if he hadn't wanted his stuff to get broken he would have warned me not to kick the damn box.
Stupid Rikuo.
--
What had taken Rikuo so long? Why had it taken almost two hours for Kakei to give Rikuo his assignment? Usually Kakei told them what to do and that was that. This time Kazahaya got the feeling that something was being hidden from him. In the back of his mind, like a memory, Kazahaya remembered his childhood...Kei. Secrets were not allowed. They were open and free.
Rikuo suddenly appeared through the door of their shared apartment, his mouth watering at the meal Kazahaya had made an hour earlier. It didn't matter that it was cold and that the smell was gone, the mere sight of it on the table made him ravenous. He looked at Kazahaya who was looking at him suspiciously.
"What? Did you poison the food?" he asked as he grabbed a plate and began digging in.
"I did, actually," Kazahaya said cautiously, yet playfully after Rikuo had swallowed his first bite.
"How long do I have before I die?" Rikuo asked rather seriously. "And where's my evening newspaper?"
Kazahaya tenderly walked over to the table and sat with Rikuo. He laughed a sputtering and impulsive laugh, saying very quickly, "Ikindathrewitoutaccidentally...heh."
Rikuo chewed and swallowed. "Idiot," he muttered.
"Hey! It's not my fault you're so messy."
"Sorry Rikuo."
"It's just a newspaper." Kazahaya looked into Rikuo's eyes, unconsciously probing their dark green liquid depth for something more, a harsher reprimand that he wanted...a cruel reprimand...Rikuo hurting him...a different kind of blood...Kazahaya gasped and jerked his hand from Rikuo who had placed his hand over Kazahaya's in an unusually friendly gesture. Rikuo's dark brows knitted in confusion and then lifted knowingly.
Menacing and low, he asked, "What did you see?"
Kazahaya held his hand to his chest. "Kazahaya," Rikuo pressed, "what did you see?"
"I don't know...you..." he paused and felt a tingle go through his body. "You hurt me. I saw blood, but I wasn't afraid, I think. It was my blood." Rikuo made to move to Kazahaya, but the smaller boy pushed away from the table and knocked over his chair as he backed away from Rikuo's hand that both reached for him but continued to push him away. A sudden fear raced through Kazahaya madly, pumping his heart and making his veins distend painfully.
"Kazahaya," Rikuo said softly, "I won't hurt you."
He added when Kazahaya stopped his retreat. "You said you weren't afraid."
"I'm afraid now, Rikuo. Please don't..."
Knock Knock!
Saiga burst in the room grinning madly and rushed up to Kazahaya who was near to fainting with the swirling blood and Rikuo's vision crushing his senses.
"Hey beautiful," Saiga whispered into his ear. "Let's talk in private." Saiga gave Rikuo a reproachful look and wrapped his strong arm around Kazahaya's delicate waist. Rikuo's outstretched hand fell to his side. When the two were gone, he did the dishes silently, but the sick feeling that had settled in his gut when Kakei spoke to him earlier resurfaced.
Words clear and rational, yet irrational and unfathomable.
I can no longer see Kazahaya's future...
I see nothing but the void...
--
White, billowing steam wafted from the hot bath Kakei lay in. His glasses lay on the sink's counter, fogged and useless. It seemed that nature made sure Kakei realized the irony in such a mundane way. He saw the glasses as a blur. His own eyes were pathetic, as was his insight. The water could not relax Kakei like he thought it would, for it brought sad, watery visions of the future. How could one simply not see someone's future? Kakei groaned with the thought. Even if Kazahaya's fate was death, for some things could not be changed even with the help of a precognitive intercessor, then death would have been in Kakei's vision. He would have seen the manner of death, the pain or blissful release, who was with him, felt his last breath...but this was nothingness. A void.
Is death a kind of void? I have seen death in my visions, but it was never so empty...
Perhaps Kazahaya has become more powerful than my senses can detect, like Tsukiko.
I must focus my mind.
Kakei let his body slip into the water until his nostrils hit the top of the water with only enough room for a few molecules of oxygen to slip into his lungs. The steam fogged his glasses. His white, creamy body was turning pink in the hot stew; he could feel his skin tinged. Just when his eyes drifted to close, to think about Kazahaya and the void, the door to the bath opened slowly and Saiga drifted in wearily.
Kakei had already smelled Saiga's cigarette before he even entered the room.
"You know," Saiga said, "I think you ordered too much stuff for the store this time around. I'm gonna be sore in the morning." Kakei smiled under the water before surfacing to see Saiga undressing in the most languid way possible.
"You're doing it again, Saiga."
"Eh?" Saiga let his last garment fall to the white tiled floor.
"Being accidentally seductive." Saiga chuckled heartily and stepped into the bath, drawing Kakei to him and kissing his wet cheek. Kakei slid his hands into Saiga's hair then trailed them down his face to lift the sunglasses away and touch his closed and heavily lashed eyes. They remained closed as Kakei kissed each gently, each precious to Kakei.
Saiga moaned, almost a whisper, but let the sound melt into words. "I talked to Kazahaya."
"Tell me." Kakei slipped his hands under Saiga's arms and lay on his chest. The water sloshed carelessly around his straddled legs and under his body, between every crack and pore. More than aroused, Saiga cupped his lover's member and stroked it slowly, building a friction but letting it die by taking his hand away. Save it for later, Kakei had said once.
Kakei smiled into Saiga's chest. "Well, tell me what you said if you're not going to jerk around."
"Hmm. You were right, of course. Damn Rikuo and him were about to have it out. I think Kazahaya would've jumped out of the window to get away from Rikuo. He was shivering when I got him in the next room. Hell knows what he saw because he wouldn't tell me. You still haven't been able to see anything? No. Well, I made my excuse for barging in and told Kaza that he had the day off tomorrow."
"Good. That does mean you will have to fill in for him." Saiga pouted. Kakei frowned at Saiga's childish, pouting expression. His eyes were still closed, but the moisture that had collected on his lashes made him more delicious.
Kakei chuckled. "Don't worry, I will work with you, love. Be patient. I have Rikuo doing some assignments and I've told him that I can't see Kazahaya's future. We discussed it at length, actually. Strange. My visions have only seen Rikuo. I thought if I sent Kazahaya on a mission that I would see him through visions of Rikuo, but I haven't. The last mission they were on...I saw Rikuo, but he was attended by a darkness that consumed light. It was Kazahaya, and now...I don't know."
"It'll work out."
"Mmm." Saiga suddenly muttered something that sounded like "shit" under his breath.
"What did you—?"
The door burst open to Kazahaya crying. He held his hands open and in front of him, as if in offering to the beautiful creatures in the bath. Instantly he ran forward and fell against the porcelain bath to reach for Kakei, his blessed savior. Kakei cradled the boy as much as he could, being naked and in a tub of water.
"What's wrong Kazahaya?" I'm getting his hair wet, Kakei thought.
"Kakei...san...Saiga...I...blood...I hurt." He sobbed violently and cried out with the vision's impression still in his mind.
"What did you touch?" Saiga asked as he slipped from under Kakei and stepped out of the bath. He pulled on his robe (always at hand in this bathroom) replaced his sunglasses and slouched next to Kazahaya carefully to give him comfort while Kakei pushed away and got out as well. Kazahaya looked up at Kakei's naked and wet body before it was concealed by a white silk robe, the covering nature of which was made useless by the wet skin underneath. It clung to him and showed every curve and hidden part of his body. A blush rose to Kazahaya's cheeks and pulled him from his frantic state, as did the physical anchors of Saiga and Kakei touching him.
Kakei held Kazahaya's waist lovingly.
He choked on a sob, but managed a few words. "I touched Rikuo."
--
Rikuo was unimpressed. Saiga was trying to stare him down, but the effect of his gaze was minimalized by his dark sunglasses. This would have been amusing if the situation wasn't so grave. Kazahaya had touched him accidentally during the night. Something about stumbling in the dark to go to the bathroom. Crossed paths. He hadn't meant to touch him. The vision from earlier was almost forgotten, but it doubled up from that innocent bump of shoulders. It took Kazahaya's feet from under him but Rikuo could see in the dark better because he had been in it longer, so he saw him fall...caught him...carried him to his unmade bed.
If the simple touch of shoulders had made Kazahaya faint, imagine what effect Rikuo's prolonged touch had on him. Kazahaya woke to find Rikuo staring down at him.
He felt sick.
Sick sick sick. And the pain and the little bit of blood on his fingers. Kazahaya had looked at his hands to see the sticky redness, but it was no longer there, simply the vision's terrible cruelty mocking his consciousness.
"And then what happened?" Saiga asked.
"He freaked out and ran." Rikuo shrugged to indicate his indifference, but it annoyed Saiga's already strained patience. He hated when people feigned indifference.
"Don't...Rikuo. Don't be stupid." Saiga stood, his interrogation over. "If I find out you hurt Kazahaya--"
"I didn't fucking touch him." Rikuo growled and met Saiga's stance. Their chests were close to touching and even though Saiga was stronger (probably, Rikuo assumed) he did not fear the man.
"I would never hurt him," he added.
"Yeah?" Saiga smirked. "You'd never hurt him, couldn't tell from the way you treat him."
"I don't mistreat him, and since when does everyone think I owe him some kind of damn allegiance?"
Saiga stepped back to light a cigarette.
"Are you his friend?"
Rikuo glared. "I guess."
"But you flirt with him, so all you can say is 'I guess.''
"Flirt?" Saiga lifted a brow. Rikuo's body ordered him to blush, but his pride was able to control his body. He crossed his arms self-consciously and turned away from Saiga when he felt his resolve melt.
"I may play with him from time to time."
"What are your intentions?"
"My intentions?"
Saiga clarified his question by giving Rikuo choices. "Do you mess around with him because you're a sadist or because you really like him? Do you do it because you want it to lead to something? Do you want to fuck him or make love to him?"
"That hadn't crossed my mind."
"You're a damn liar, Rikuo. Then let it cross your mind now." Saiga grinned deviously. "When you come up behind him and whisper in his ear, do you smell him?"
Smell him? It wasn't his fault Kazahaya smelled clean like soap. "I don't want to talk about this." Rikuo ended the conversation by leaving Kakei's office and leaving a very satisfied Saiga behind. He wasn't sure if it was safe to go upstairs to his bed yet, as Kakei was with Kazahaya.
Kazahaya. He didn't like Saiga's implications, but damn had he gotten to him. He would never hurt Kazahaya, and he would never use him cheaply for a one night stand, but he had lied about wanting to sleep with his friend. Though the thought had crossed his mind, it was usually when he was feeling aroused and only when he was inconveniently aroused, such as being near Kazahaya or like now when he was thinking about the well-being of Kazahaya.
The night was growing tired and morning threatened, as did nagging thoughts at the back of Rikuo's mind. Damn Saiga. Yes, he thought, I flirt with Kazahaya, but it's meaningless. It's just fun to play with him because he gets upset so easily. What the hell is causing these visions of me hurting him? God my body itches for...no don't think that.
Why can't Kakei fix this?
--
Upstairs Kakei watched Kazahaya fall asleep. He thought it was ironic that he had given the boy the day off, for he would not be able to work anyway. It was possible that he could touch anything of Rikuo's, even a fingerprint on a bottle of asprin, and be sent into the dark place Kazahaya now feared.
I've never been so scared and anxious of a vision, he had said.
For what it's worth, Kazahaya, me too.
Kakei went downstairs to find Saiga snoozing in his office. He glanced around for Rikuo, but Rikuo found him first.
"Kakei?"
"Yes, Rikuo." He spun around gracefully to see Rikuo in the office door.
"How is he?" Kakei smiled wistfully.
"As well as can be expected. He's asleep."
"What did he say?" Kakei nodded negatively. "Nothing more than what's already been said."
"That's pretty damn cryptic."
"Are you getting smart with me, Rikuo?" Kakei looked him right in the eye, a look that was more threatening than anything Saiga could ever give.
"I don't like what I've heard. I would never hurt Kazahaya. Could he..." Rikuo suddenly became unsure and looked away from Kakei. "Could he be touching me and seeing my memories of Tsukiko? He keeps saying there is blood, and there was so much blood, so much." Kakei was silent for a moment before he walked to his desk and sat to relieve his aching feet.
"Kazahaya says there wasn't so much blood. It was his own and that it was you who caused it."
"You don't believe I would--"
"No, Rikuo, never. Never." Kakei put a pen in his mouth and began chewing on it. Rikuo wanted to laugh at such un-Kakei like behavior.
As if reading Rikuo's mind, Kakei said, "It's strange how Kazahaya has determined our behavior just by making us worry. Go to bed Rikuo. I'll open the shop later so we can all get some extra sleep—wait, before you go, I must ask you not to touch Kazahaya. Who knows what could happen."
Rikuo agreed, but thoughts were already forming in his mind when he entered the apartment. Rikuo instantly sought out Kazahaya and found him sleeping soundly, even though his body was lying for the unsound runaway dreams in his mind. He turned on the bedside light and saw Kazahaya's eyes twitch in unconscious reaction. His honey brown hair cascaded over his face as he moved to the offending light.
I should wake him...
To make him upset...
To show that I really don't care.
Rikuo stretched his hand over Kazahaya to feel his aura as if he could actually do such a thing...if such a thing as an aura existed. Of course it did. Kazahaya's aura was naive and blue, soft, calming, wonderfully innocent, beautiful, loud, obnoxious, afraid, reckless, mysterious...God, he'd run out of adjectives simply describing Kazahaya.
I could have passed over you like a bad memory, Kazahaya. I must care. I wouldn't have saved him on that cold day if I didn't care. It wasn't basic humanity that made me do it, maybe. He was so helpless. I was feeling something break, but he wasn't broken. I must care enough to make the sight of him send me over the edge.
"Rikuo...don't..." Rikuo gasped when he heard the small voice like a fragile bird.
Damn, why did I turn on the light just so I could see you? Instead of turning tail and getting the hell out of the room, he stood frozen as he prepared to be caught by Kazahaya, but thankfully he remained asleep and continued to mumble softly through barely parted lips, "Rikuo don't." It was painful for Rikuo to hear such pain in Kazahaya's voice, and it pained him even more to hear his own name mixed with such ill sentiment.
Rikuo wanted to be out of this room and away from Kazahaya's overpowering presence.
"Rikuo." Kazahaya's hands dug into the sheets, his knuckles white and taut. Rikuo roused himself from his stupor and went to turn off the light to leave his friend to suffer in the dark, but he was stopped by one last heavily purred phrase from Kazahaya's pink, sweat moistened lips.
"Rikuo…don't…stop."
What! The sound of pain was now the sound of pleasure. Kazahaya's eyes flew open as if sensing the change in his voice and grabbed the nearest thing that caught his eye...Rikuo's wrist. It was strong, it burned, it was hot and sent Rikuo into instant stiffness, not only in his spine, but in his most sensitive places.
"Rikuo! What're you doing?" he asked sleepily when he saw the looming figure over him.
Rikuo said awkwardly, "You should let go of my arm. Kakei doesn't want us to touch."
Kazahaya let go reluctantly. "Were you watching—"
"Listen Kazahaya, whatever you dreamt is your business. I just came in here to check on you." Rikuo turned but was stopped by Kazahaya's plea to stay.
Stay with me tonight.
I don't want to be alone.
"I don't think that's a good idea...for both of us. You don't want to have anymore visions do you?"
"Well," Kazahaya looked at the white sheets of his bed. "They're not that serious."
This piqued Rikuo's strained interest. He was torn between walking out of this room and crawling next to Kazahaya's body, but something about Kazahaya's blush and his newfound opinion regarding the visions being "not that serious" was laughable.
"Oh? Kakei seems to think they are." Kazahaya pouted angrily. "And you were pretty shaken up by them too."
"I had another one just now."
"I think what you had was a dream." Kazahaya slipped out of the sheets and hung his legs over the edge while keeping contact with Rikuo's hard glare.
"Please don't be mad at me Rikuo, I had to know." The next thing Rikuo knew he heard Kazahaya's light, cat-like steps come to him, his long delicate fingers wrapped around something in his hand. Rikuo had just seen those fingers clenched in the sheets suffering the throes of a mysterious dream. Now they were uncurling before him to show what they protected.
"My...house key?" Kazahaya nodded and Rikuo took his property.
"When did you take this?"
"When you were downstairs, after Kakei left me. I had to force myself into a vision to see what the hell is wrong with me. I'm sorry Rikuo, I had to know what you were doing to me."
"And did you see?" Rikuo asked in the most unconcerned, uninterested voice he could mutter.
"Yes."
"So?"
"What?" Kazahaya shrank under Rikuo's inquisitive stare.
"Aren't you going to tell me what I did to hurt you?" Kazahaya feigned deafness and slipped by Rikuo who met his steps as he entered the kitchen for a glass of water. He stood dangerously close to him as Kazahaya ran the tap. "What makes you tell me not to stop in this vision of yours?"
Kazahaya took a painful gulp of water and almost choked. "Wh-what?"
"Just now you told me not to stop whatever it was. You seemed...pleased." Rikuo smirked.
Kazahaya stiffened as Rikuo wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his chest. He could feel every muscle in Rikuo harden at the delicious contact of his slim back against hard abs, the top of his toned legs, the chest breathing heavily and the heart thumping against him. Kazahaya shivered when Rikuo ran a hand up his arm where it landed on his neck and was caressed by silken strands of honey hair. However much pleasure Kazahaya felt from the embrace, he was tormented by fear and his barely concealed secret. It threatened exposure with each stroke of Rikuo's hands as they massaged his neck and shoulders.
"Stop it Rikuo." Kazahaya tried to pull away, but Rikuo held fast. "I'll scream," he threatened pitifully.
"I can make you scream in other ways, Kaza. Tell me about this vision."
"It's nothing. Please let me go."
"I will if you tell me what you saw just now. I think you were enjoying whatever it was."
Kazahaya squirmed causing a heated friction between their bodies. Rikuo was nearly pushed to the edge of an explosive desire. Kazahaya was at his mercy and taking it so well despite his past behavior concerning these intrusive flirtations. Rikuo thought a whining scream was overdue...or at least a jab to his stomach.
"If you were so afraid of me and these visions, you'd be out of my hands already. Something's changed." Rikuo tightened his grip and leaned into Kazahaya's neck. "Tell me," he whispered harshly into his ear. The hot breath seemed to enter his body.
"I...we..."
"Come on. Spill it."
"We were having..." Kazahaya sobbed softly.
Rikuo shook him gently to shake the rest out. "Having?"
Kazahaya said it like an exhale.
"Sex."
"And the visions before?"
"It was from you hurting me."
"And the blood?"
Kazahaya stiffened even harder in Rikuo's now crushing grasp. Rikuo hadn't noticed, but each admission caused him to hold the boy tighter and tighter.
"It was my first time," Kazahaya admitted with a subtle choke in his throat. Rikuo felt something wet trickle to the hand still holding Kazahaya's neck. Tears? Rikuo felt the hot liquid like acid. He let go instantly and pushed Kazahaya away gently.
Blood. Tears. Pain. Kazahaya was holding the sink in a futile attempt to keep his weak knees from collapsing. When Rikuo stepped far enough for Kazahaya to feel safe, he let gravity claim his aching body and heart. The cold tiled floor accepted him, tears and all.
Why isn't' Rikuo leaving? Haven't I frightened him? Why can I still sense him behind me? I don't want you to be witness to this weakness, Rikuo. I want you to...
"Help me." It was barely a whisper. Rikuo was standing halfway between the kitchen and the bedroom door, caught between the edge of the carpet and the beginning of the tile where Kazahaya had fallen victim to his unleashed emotions. Kazahaya's forehead was stuck to the cupboard door under the sink and his arms were still latched onto the sink's edge. He did not hear footsteps, but felt a sudden rush of air like he was flying. Only when he felt his body fall gently into the natural contours of his bed did he realize where he was and who was with him. The memories in his head throbbed like a migraine. Despite the visions, he was glad Rikuo was with him. He was glad Rikuo had taken off his shirt and rough jeans to crawl in nearly naked to lie with him and hold him. When the hard breathing behind him finally evened out into sleep, Kazahaya started to wonder what the visions actually meant, but more importantly, he questioned their validity.
I'm only supposed to see what objects have seen, not what they will see.
What's happening to me?
tbc.