Attached [Cykophan Oneshots]

-; Black and White

     [Warning: Suicide]

-; PHANTOM'S POV

     I remember everything clearly. It was around two years ago when we met. Cyko and I, I mean. I remember us meeting in what I would assume is an unusual place. We met in the bird area of a pet store, for some reason. The only thing I don't remember is why I was actually...there. All that I remember in full detail is simply tapping him on the shoulder to ask him a question, though we both practically froze when we actually looked at each other. The thing is, before you meet your soulmate, everything is in black and white. Everything. The only color you can see is the color of your soulmate's eyes. It's when you meet your soulmate when everything becomes full of just, well, color. I remember looking around, and my mind was racing. Here? Really? Did I just meet my soulmate? I was unbelievably confused.

Except that was two years ago. Im only thinking about this now because I'm worried, to put it simply. Cyko hasn't been acting right lately, and I haven't been able to get it off of my mind. He's constantly attempting to reassure me that he's okay and that I'm just overthinking it all, but I can't be convinced. He seems to not have motivation to do anything at all, not even things that he would usually like, and he's been spacing out more frequently...

Maybe I have been worrying too much.

I look up from the paved sidewalk, snapping out of my thoughts and back into reality. I notice the small dots of water on the ground that seem to be growing rapidly. It must have started raining... I pick up my pace, not even knowing how long I had been walking. My initial plan to get my mind off of this all was clearly a fail, but I might as well be trying to get home now, since who knows how hard it could start raining soon.

I look at my surroundings, wondering how many people could see everything in color yet. Though, I didn't want to far into those sort of thoughts, so I continued walking in the rain, which was still at a sprinkle. That's when I noticed something...something bad. Very bad.

The color of my surroundings had started fading back to various blacks, grays, and whites. At first, I didn't notice...then I just shrugged it off, assuming I was just worrying. But, everything started to get really dull, really fast.

Breaking into a panic, I began running back to the building that Cyko and I had moved into together. Everything was fading at an alarming rate. I knew something was wrong. I knew he wasn't okay. And I left him alone, and now he's probably dying.

I burst into the door, looking around frantically. I check the bedroom, nothing. I check the hallway, nothing. I check the kitchen and the living room, nothing. Hell, I even check the closest, nothing. I noticed that the bathroom door was shut, so I approached the door and knocked on it.

Nothing. Everything continued to fade. I knock again, nothing. Again, nothing...nothing...I shouted his name, nothing.

Fuck it. I manage to open the locked door and freeze at what I see. Cyko is on the ground, unconscious, laying in what I assume is a puddle of his own blood. I felt as if I couldn't move, couldn't look away, couldn't do anything...at all. I felt almost nauseous, and I didn't know what to think. I couldn't tell whether my mind was completely blank, or racing rapidly with thoughts. This has to be a bad dream. I'm just dreaming. This is all just one big nightmare. I realize that I should, obviously, call 911. So I swing around and...as I'm about to leave the room, I realize that now everything around me, everything, has faded to nothing but black and white. I look around, no color. I look at Cyko...no color. Nothing. Not even the one specific color you see before you meet your soulmate. Everything was purely black and white.

...Oh my god. I feel a sharp pain in my chest as tears start falling down my face. He's fucking dead. He's gone. He's dead. This isn't a dream. This is real.

Cyko's dead.

I still didn't know what to do. I really didn't. I was feeling so many things right now that I really couldn't comprehend it all. So much was happening so suddenly, and I just couldn't...

I fell to my knees and began sobbing. Why wasn't i there? Why wouldn't he tell me anything? Did I do something wrong? Was is something I did? Why...I don't get it! I don't get why'd he do this!!

I look at Cyko for a while, before holding him, practically hugging him. He was cold and there was really nothing left to him but just a lifeless body. That's all he was now, because I wasn't there to save him. He was dead and there was no getting him back.

Why, Cyko? Why wouldn't you tell me anything? Why did you do this? Did you not care!? ...You're such an idiot...

I continued to hold the boy close to me, crying until I couldn't anymore. It's felt like hours now since I found him on the ground. Two years ago, when I met him, I never expected this to happen. I never thought it would come to this. All I could ask was why. Over and over. I just couldn't come to a reason.

There's nothing left here. My soulmate is dead. I glance at the bloodied knife that Cyko had used to pierce his own chest while I was out. I felt nothing at this point. I just felt...empty. I had cried so much and had gotten such a rush of thoughts and emotions and questions...it had all worn off by now. I look at Cyko one last time.

Maybe I'll go with him.