The Hunter and The Predator Leokumi

14|| Night Rendezvous

"Failure!"

"Unworthy!"

"Matricide!"

The voices call out to him. They sound familiar to him but he couldn't distinguish them. Takumi doesn't want to know who's saying it, but if possible he wants to wake from this dream.

"You shouldn't do that," a velvety voice ensnares him, whispering in his ear like an angel, "Accept it all."

"Stop," Takumi shakes his head and tries to push away the person beside him. He cries out, "I don't want to hear anymore!"

However the sweet voice doesn't stop, the shadows snaking their hands around his head, "Takumi, you had already embraced the you who is so filthy, so disgusting, so unwanted."

Takumi doesn't respond. The cold strips of darkness cocoons the weak boy. Someone softly strokes his hair, the sensation is revolting and Takumi whispers, "Stop."

"Admit it, you want to lose yourself," the voice accuses him.

"Stop it," he begs. The shadows keep stroking his hair as the air becomes more suffocating. He begs again, "Stop it."

"Do you really want that?" The voice asks and before Takumi could answer it continues, "Then why did you trust him?"

"I did-" the sentence starts but doesn't meet its proper end. The voice shouts, "You did! And you always had! Accept it, you didn't forget."

Takumi opens his eyes and stares into the abyss, playing the scattered memories, then he tiredly says, "I want to forget."

"Then lose yourself, let yourself be succumb to emptiness," the voice seductively whispers, "Destroy yourself, and never wake again."

"... Y-" Takumi begins to voice his acceptance but is suddenly falling. He looks down to find the very definition of hell waiting for him. He can see everyone that he killed, everyone that is dead, and everyone who were affected by his actions. The closer he comes, the more rotten the skin and flesh becomes on them as they yell, "SUFFER! CRIMINAL!!"

Before he reach the violent hands ready to tear him apart he wakes up. Sweat is beading down his skin as his breathing is heavy. He doesn't remember the nightmare but he knows he had one. What else could explain the state he is in?

Takumi scans his surrounding area and sees that he is still in his room. He pushes himself up to a sitting position with his long hair unbind and curtaining his frame. The sticky feeling of sweat layers on his wet body and he moves to grab a prepared towel to wipe himself. Then he clicks his phone on to check the time. Just a casual 2:06 AM lights up from the screen. Takumi sighs since there is school today.

Taking a hairbrush with him to bed and he sits on the soft mattress. He stares at his phone still powered on and resting on his pillow. Its gentle light glows in the darkness since the nearly eaten moon barely illuminates the room with a new window. In silence he keeps his eyes on a certain phone number labeled with a certain name typed in the English alphabet, Leo de Nohr. Obviously he couldn't call the other at this time but the thought of pressing it always comes up. Quickly he tries to clear his mind with brushing the tangles out of his hair, a good way to spend some time.

Perhaps, Takumi slows his combing motions and shamefully admits, he wanted to hear his voice. Ever since their encounter in the nurse's office, Leo and his words had always pop into his head every time he had a nightmare. Basically, every night. The memory will always bring a slight rosiness to Takumi's cheeks and will forever more. 

Still, Takumi refuses to call since they only exchanged phone numbers to contact the other if something happened to Kamui. With that reasoning, he just helplessly stare at the number since he learned it helps calm him down. Something he discovered when he was waiting for a call from a different timezone.