Toman's Little Sister

64 | Clouding Thoughts

"Draken... we'll be friends forever, right?"

"Of course. What are you even talking about?"

"I don't know... it just felt like I should ask."

"Well, it's been 12 years already. Might as well keep going."

•••

You opened your eyes, feeling the tears streaming down the side of your face. You wiped them away and stared at your hand. That dream again?

It's been happening over and over for the past two weeks or so, since Takemichi came. And you always woke up in tears, no matter how many times you saw it. Or heard it.

You slipped out of bed and took your meds like you did every morning before walking downstairs.

There wasn't anyone downstairs since your mom wasn't around to let them in, but it was way too quiet in the house. "Tora?"

In response, you heard something shatter.

"I was calling to find you, not for you to break something." You muttered, finding the cat seated on a shelf with a broken picture frame beneath him. An irritated groan left your mouth as you placed the cat on the couch and knelt down to pick up the picture frame.

It was a picture of you, Draken, and Mikey when you were children.

You were only six, and they were eight. Shinichiro was the one who took the photo. You didn't remember a single thing about that day except that you, Mikey, and Draken had to run away from your babysitter because they broke a window to break you out.

It was the strict babysitter. The one that never let you leave your room or watch TV. So, Mikey and Draken broke your bedroom window. Poor Shinichiro was the one who got an earful.

You stared at the photo for a moment.

Then Draken changed. Blood. All over him.

You let out a yelp, dropping the photo and bumping into your couch. Tora immediately jumped and stood on the couch, pawing at your arm.

When you rubbed your eyes, the photo went back to normal.

Something similar to that happened before, with Sanzu. When you stared at him, he was covered in blood, then went back to normal.

It can't be a flashback. It never happened. Is it a side affect? What would that side affect even be called? Warning: May cause you to see your friends covered in blood.

You sighed and picked up Tora. "No going on the shelf."

After sweeping up the broken glass and placing the picture in a new frame, you got a phone call.

You picked up and held it between your shoulder and ear. "Good morning, unless your one of the dudes that my mom gave her number to, she is not interested, she's just too nice to say no. If you're one of my mom's exes, go jerk off or something, you're not wanted here. If you're not one of the above, speak."

"Good morning, Y/N."

"Oh, hey Mi— what the heck." You cleared out your ear and listened again.

"Did you sleep well?"

You blinked, needing to take a moment. You glanced at the calendar. July 7. "I-I slept fine. You?"

"Could've been better. Can I come over?"

He spoke to you as if it were two years ago. He could just waltz in whenever he wanted and taste your cooking or go out for a drive on a random winter night.