(✓) the scariest future. [UNEDITED]

chapter 25

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(gif: Whisper of the Heart)

1.

1:23 A.M., September 3 2003

Shinichiro took a drag from his cigarette as he watched the sleeping city from the balcony of their apartment. He had his body leaning over the rails, his forearms resting on top of each other by the cold metal. He let the cigarette stay on his lips, the midnight breeze comforting his body. The lights underneath were half-lit, the streetlights shining a faint yellow. Few people walk the streets, the quiet wind surrounding them. A few car horns were heard in the distance, but it wasn't that disturbing for the sleeping. The ravenette didn't notice someone approaching him until he wrapped his arms around his waist. 

He looked by his shoulder, seeing straight white locks. He took his left hand and patted his head, before looking back at the city. 

"Can't sleep?" The ravenette asked.

"Without you, yeah."

"Took a cig, you want?"

"No thanks."

The ravenette and the albino stayed silent, savouring each other's warmth. It was Wakasa who broke the hug and went beside Shinichiro, grabbing the cigarette in his fingers and taking a drag.

"You said you didn't want to."

"Now I want to," His lilac pair stared at his jet orbs. "Got a problem?"

"No," Shinichiro said, looking back at the sleeping city. "Not at all. Are they fast asleep?"

Wakasa looked back, seeing Takeomi and Benkei sleeping next to each other, facing one another with their fingers lazily intertwined with one another. The scarred man's jet black locks covered his face, while the tan male had his whole body covered in the futon and only his hand was out. The albino then gazed over the view, mimicking Shinichiro's position.

"Out as a light," He answered. "I hope I can too."

"Waka..."

"Hm?"

"I have this feeling," Shinichiro stood up straight, his hand going towards his chest. "An uneasy one."

"How?" Wakasa then placed the finished cigarette and discarded it over to the ashtray sitting on the table beside him.

"Every time I see Takemichi-kun, or talk to him, there's something that I feel that isn't pleasant."

"What? He's a ghost or something?"

"No, no. I can't explain it, but that time I touched his shoulder, there was a spark that went between us and that hurt."

"How about you talk to him," Wakasa suggested. "Probably he'll give you an answer."

"Easier said than done," He chuckled, wrapping his left arm towards Wakasa's waist and pulling him closer. He rested his head on the albino's, closing his eyes to savour the younger's warmth. "Thank you though."

Wakasa only hummed in response.

Takemichi, on the other hand, felt a cold breeze running through his body. Is someone talking about me?

2.

September 3, 2003

Takemichi waited by the backroom, his legs stuck to one another as he tapped his thighs with his fingers. He was waiting for Shinichiro, who called him a few minutes ago. Mikey was quite pissed about it, for they were spending time together after a short Toman morning meeting. The older male went towards the kitchen in the next room to get a few snacks and drinks, not taking too long as he came back with a few biscuits that Emma loves and two cans of coke. The ravenette sat by the empty seat next to the blonde, handing him a can of cola and a wafer biscuit. Takemichi said his thanks before settling them in his lap, taking the can and popping it open.