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A/N: Well, I’ve watched this movie since long ago and I can’t stop to think that they should have another adventure in Vision world, therefore, I wrote this fiction. I never write shounen ai before and I’m not thinking to write an explicit shounen ai story – yet. However, I still warn you guys if you don’t like shounen-ai whatsoever, you better don’t read (because even if you DO flame me, I’ll just use fire extinguisher +laughs merrily+). Now, please enjoy.
Disc: The characters and the movie is belong to their rightful owner (Basically, I’m just too lazy to search for their name. Probably I’ll do that in the next chapter…)
Chapter 1: Re-tomare
“Wataru-kun, could you please give this to Ashikawa-san?”
Wataru who was leaving his class room turned to see an underclass girl stood shyly, a white envelope with love sign was apparent in her hand. The black haired boy sighed inwardly and smiled tiredly.
“I believe it’s better if you give it to him yourself.” He rejected it politely, hands firmly attached to his side and bag, made no gesture to retrieve her love letter which still sat comfortably in her upturn palm.
The girl recoiled slightly and gazed at the floor. “I… I know.” She stammered. Wataru was wondering if she had known it then why she needed to trouble herself to find him. It was evident she didn’t understand.
“But… But I’m too scared to give it myself and… and if I left it in his locker, he will throw it away without reading it.” She was at the verge of crying. “Would you help me please…?”
Wataru groaned inwardly. He hated it when a girl cries. “Fine.” He took it with a sigh. “I won’t guarantee his answer though. And I don’t intend to be a mail post again.” He said, waving the letter in his hand, making sure the girl took his point. The girl nodded so fast until he could feel her neck joint cracking at her skull weight. She thanked him and ran away to somewhere Wataru didn’t bother to care. He continued his way to art club and slid open the door.
The small room was bathed with afternoon sunlight through a big window. Some canvases were left open to dry and some were closed with white fabric. All of them scattered neatly at one side of the room, giving enough empty space to breathe and walk around the room. Wataru walked over to the end corner beside the window. His friend was brushing a red tint over his unfinished sketch. His figure which shone diagonally by the sunlight gave him an aura of mysterious elegance. His blonde hair was radiating a gold color. The scene reminded him so much of their first meeting in school, the night after he had found out about the ‘gate’. But that past was carved solely in his mind, for the past had been rewritten, everything had been different since his return from ‘that’ world.
“Finished already?” Ashikawa Mitsuru said without averting his gaze.
“Yeah.” Wataru stood behind him, looking at what he was drawing. It would be a lovely sunset he predicted in a glance. He was picking him up for today’s part-time shift. They had the same work time and had agreed to go together to the fast-food restaurant. Wataru was doing his part of class work today and Ashikawa took the chance to finish his painting.
He watched his friend draped a white fabric over his canvas and cleaned up his tools in high speed. In less than 5 minutes, they were ready to leave. Walking halfway out of the room, Wataru gave him the letter which received with a scoff.
“Doing social work again, Mitani?” He usually used his family name when he wanted to mock or tease his friend.
“I’ve tried to refuse but she kept insisting.” Wataru shrugged. Ashikawa waved the letter in his hand and was averting his eyes to the dustbin near the door - considering throwing it into - when Wataru stared darkly at where his gaze was upon. “Don’t you dare.” He said. He had reminded his friend to be more considerate for those who had written him the letter with all their heart and not only throwing it to the dustbin without even a glance over the inside. Ashikawa had answered that he had already known what the letter content was without even opening it. Well, yes. He had been popular ever since they entered this senior high school, no, even when they were at the junior high-school.
“You sure didn’t take your lesson well.” Ashikawa thrust the letter into his bag. When Wataru had preached him over how he should read all the love letter he had received, he had made him to read it as well - threatening that he wouldn’t read it if he didn’t read it too. They read more than 2 dozen of letter that day and though he was tired and fed up with the letter, he was satisfied over his friend’s flushed and nauseas face. “Do you want to go through dozens of letter again?” He asked Wataru. His friend’s face turned grim.
“No. But it’s just one!” He justified himself. Ashikawa nodded, they were crossing school yard, heading toward the gate. “Yeah, just one. Soon you’ll have 2 and more and more and I’m pretty sure all of them will give it through you by the end of the day because you’re so kind.”
“I’ve tried to reject them!”
“You’re weak when you see girl’s tears.”
Wataru admitted his defeat. “Fine. Just do what you want but don’t do it in front of me.”
Ashikawa smirked. They walked down the busy pavement and entered the restaurant through the back door.
“How is Aya-chan?” Aya-chan, Ashikawa’s 3 years younger sister, was entering her first year in junior high school.
“Fine. She was coping well in her lesson.”
“Great. I suppose 1st grade junior high school lessons’ are not that hard. Not like our 2nd grade senior high-school lessons...” Wataru trailed off, sighing.
“It’s not that hard.”
“Yeah, that’s for you to say, smart boy.” Ashikawa’s score had always been the big 5 in their school.
“You only need to study harder and complain less.” Ashikawa said, locking his locker, walking out.
“My brain is not like yours.” Wataru said, slamming his locker shut, following him outside and start serving the customer.
Wataru awaken in his bed drenched in his sweat. What he had just dreamed about? He could see a finger pointing at him from the darkness. And the sound. A sound of an old woman. He wiped his brow and sighed.
“Just a simple bad dream.” He assured himself. However, he couldn’t sleep until the morning and woke up earlier than usual.
“What’s the matter with you? Lack of sleep?” Ashikawa frowned at his sleepy face in the morning. Aside from Wataru and his sister, everyone would have badly shocked to hear a concerned question from Ashikawa, for he had been notorious for his ignorance and cold attitude.
“Yeah, got a bad dream. I feel someone was cursing me.” He answered sleepily.
“What? Didn’t you just imagining things? Aren’t your specialty in adventure?” He asked teasingly. Wataru gave his friend a sidelong glance. The first time he had returned from that so-called ‘imaginary’ world, he was surprised to see Ashikawa alive and breathing healthily. Not that he wasn’t happy, but the fact that his friend didn’t recognize him had confused him. When they had silent time together, Wataru told him about the Vision world but apparently his friend didn’t remember a single. It was as if Ashikawa Mitsuru never went there before. Their past meeting had never occurred and their adventure existed only in his personal memory. Wataru decided to leave the matter as it was – for it was better for his friend not to remember the painful thing and – because Mitsuru had started to label him as an insane kid who loves to hallucinate. Things turned better after that, they became best friends through elementary school, attending the same junior and now senior high school.
“I’m not imagining things, and no, it wasn’t adventure type dream.” He sulked, earning a pure laugh from his friend. He could see from his peripheral vision how the girls around them glanced in their direction - Ashikawa particularly because he seldom laugh which made him far more attractive and Wataru in envy and small hatred particularly because he was the only one who could make Ashikawa laugh like that.
The next day and the day after tomorrow, the dream repeated itself. Wataru believed there was something wrong but he couldn’t remember what his dream was. Every time he woke up, he would only remember the vivid sound of an old lady. However, the sound grew stronger each day. He was sleepy through the day, even napping between the lesson and he had difficulty when sleeping at night.
Tonight, when he closed his eyes, he prayed to anyone who would be kind enough to hear his prayer to grant him a good night sleep. Pity, he still saw the same dream and when he had awakened, he felt his chest hurting. Opening his pajamas, he could see a faint black scar – shaped as if being clawed - in his left chest where his heart should be. Rubbing it softly, he was puzzled on how he had that mark. The pain subsided after a moment but the mark remained.
Wataru tell no one about this but clearly he was distracted in all his activity. He was walking out of the school gate when someone clapped his shoulder and startling him.
“Mitsuru! Don’t do that!”
“What did you daze off for?” Ashikawa frowned.
“Nothing…”
“Don’t ‘nothing’ with me.” They walked together to the train station, they had no shift today.
“How is your aunt?” Wataru asked, Mitsuru was clearly displeased in the change of the topic.
“Fine, still single until now but I think she is seeing someone.” Mitsuru answered. He and his sister were taken by their far relative, a kind single woman who lived in a small apartment, after their parents’ suicide.
“Really? That’s great! Soon you’ll have something to celebrate then.” Wataru said cheerfully. Mitsuru was going to asked him again but watching his friend’s expression, he canceled it. They talked about mundane things and separated at the platform.
Wataru dreamed again that night, this time he could clearly hear the voice.
I’ll curse you to death! When those marks are all spread on your body, you’ll die a nasty death… Wataru tried to speak, he tried to ask what fault he had done to deserve the curse, but his voice didn’t come. He could only see the finger point at him from the darkness.
Wataru awakened with a shock. For the second time, he could feel the pain in his chest. How surprised he was when he saw the mark was getting clearer and there were small faint black spot spread at his abdomen.
For the next 2 day, he saw the same dream, dark lines were started to reign below his eyes. His mother was concerned but he shrugged it off with ‘study hard’. However, it was not easy to shrug off Mitsuru. He insisted to know what bothered him and what his dream was like. Wataru kept repeating that he was fine and he didn’t remember his dream. Lucky today was Sunday and no one could nag him. He was going over his homework when he fell asleep at the midway.
Again, he was in the darkness and the finger was there again. Wataru frustrated over the same word and in his desperation he shouted. Surprisingly, his could speak this time. “Who are you?! What have I done?!”
The finger seemed startled and the voice ceased for a moment. Suddenly it echoed with a roar.
How dare you forget?! Come to me! Come to Vision and find me! I’ll make you repay!
Then Wataru woke up. His head swarmed and hurt. Wait, it was not his head which was hurt, it was his chest and abdomen. He pulled over his shirt and saw the claw mark was now circled with thin red line, the black spot also had turned deeper, added with fainter spot at his torso. He paled visibly. His dream was not a joke! It had been 7 years since he heard that name again, Vision. He never thought he would hear that name again. His dream-like adventure had long passed but not forgotten, in fact, it was still fresh in his mind as if it was but yesterday. He spent the whole day musing over his dream, his adventure in Vision, and he didn’t dream again that night. Once after a week, at last he had his good night sleep.
Monday was a fresh start, the first day in the week, and the first lesson was physical exam. Wataru felt much more refreshed after a calm sleep and Mitsuru relieved to see him okay. They would have a soccer game for the males and volley game for the females. Wataru hummed in excitement. Soccer was his department and he loves soccer even since he was a child.
The game went with spirit and soon Wataru kicked in a goal. Everything had been perfect when suddenly Wataru felt his chest hurting, the mark was hot in his skin. He could hear Mitsuru shouted his name but he doubled over in pain. A second later, his mind and his sight went blank.
Mitsuru ran over to his friend who had been kissed by the soccer ball in his head. He took him to the infirmary with other’s help and noticed that the medical teacher was not present. He decided to wait for him and sent his other friend back to the field. He was wondering what Wataru had been doing – things which made him didn’t realize the ball coming – when his friend groaned faintly. He shook his body gently and called over him.
Wataru opened his eyes and his gaze slowly turned into focus. “Mi… tsu… ru…?”
“You’re okay?”
“What happened?”
“You got hit by the ball.”
His own hand flew to touch his side head. “Ouch…”
“Of course it should be ouch.” Mitsuru shook his head. His glance then suddenly fell on Wataru’s abdomen. Apparently when Wataru lifted his hand, his shirt was pulled up a bit, revealing his smooth skin with black spot marred over it. Mitsuru pulled up his shirt in concern to take a better look – which startled Wataru badly.
“What are you doing?” He asked, flushed.
Mitsuru didn’t avert his gaze and ran his soft hand over his friend’s sensitive abdomen skin. He wondered why there was so many black spot, it felt… unnatural. Wataru blushed furiously while suppressing his laugh.
“Stop it. It tickles!” He tried to sit up.
“Where did these marks came from?” Mitsuru asked seriously, staring into Wataru’s eyes, completely unaware of the red tint in his friend’s cheek.
Wataru remembered the mark. He sighed. He couldn’t lie to him, Mitsuru would know since it was not there last summer when they had swum together. Well, there was no point in lying anyway. He told him about his dream and showed him the mark in his chest and barely visible blemish in his torso. Mitsuru listened carefully in his seat and displeased that Wataru didn’t told him earlier.
“I thought it was only a dream!” Wataru defended. Mitsuru shoot him a glance but decided to drop off the subject momentarily.
“What is this ‘Vision’ world?” He wandered loud, evidently puzzled.
“It was the world I’ve told you before when we first met.”
“Wasn’t that just an imaginary world?”
“Not it isn’t! I’ve told you it’s real! I did meet you there! Even it was you …” Wataru trailed off. He was going to say that ‘even it was you who had told me about the existence of the world’ but that would remind him on how much pain Mitsuru had experienced and inflicted on others as a mage in Vision.
“What was I?” He inquired, one hand crossed over his chest, one hand touching his cheek, looking interested over the broken world.
“Nothing.” He avoided his gaze.
“Then from where we could go here to… to that ‘Vision’ world?” He still half believed the existence of another world.
“I don’t know. The gate was once in the roof of unfinished building near my apartment. Now the building has already become an office. I doubt that it would still there…”
“Shall we have a look then?”
Wataru surprised.
“What? If it is there then we can go through it and straight everything out right?” Mitsuru said to his still amazed friend. He didn’t believe in another world but if he went there and - unlikely - found one, then his friend could be helped.
Wataru then remembered over the fact that his friend didn’t remember anything about Vision world. He suddenly worried that his friend would attain his memory if he went back there. All the pain, all the mistake, all the killing… He shook inwardly. No, even if he should return to Vision, Mitsuru would not need to come. This was his problem, Mitsuru didn’t need to get involved.
“Oi! Stop day dreaming!”
“Ah, what?”
Mitsuru annoyed. “I asked shall we try to see whether the so-called ‘gate’ is still there or not.”
“No, no need.” Wataru refused - a bit too fast. Mitsuru’s narrowed his eyes. “I mean, I went there before and I found nothing.” Wataru lied. Mitsuru still looked in disbelief when the teacher came. The teacher made Mitsuru left before he managed to say another word to let Wataru rest.
That day, Wataru had made up his decision. He would return to Vision and sort everything out. He would sneak into to the office building tonight. Mitsuru appeared to stop pestering him about his blotches but Wataru didn’t realize that he also grew quiet for the rest of the day.
The cold breeze sneaked into his jacket and he shivered. He walked out of his apartment complex and saw a familiar figure below the street light.
“Mitsuru!” He was very surprised.
“Yo.”
“Don’t ‘yo’ me! What the hell are you doing here?” Wataru saw Mitsuru was shouldering a small sport bag.
“The same with what you’re going to do.” He answered calmly, staring at Wataru’s backpack.
“Wha?What do you mean?” A bit of panic crept into his tone which did not go unnoticed by Mitsuru.
“You are too easy to guess.” He smiled.
“No, you’re not coming with me.” Wataru said firmly.
“And why is that?”
“Just… No, you shouldn’t go.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“This is my problem!”
“Of course it is. But I’m your friend. Best friend.” Mitsuru was clearly not backing up. Wataru waved his head again.
“No. You mustn’t go.”
“I can’t accept illogical reason.”
Wataru bit his lower lip. He looked adorably nervous below the dim light. “How if… how if when you have returned there, you’ll remember unpleasant memories?”
“If it was my memories, then it was my responsibility to bear it.”
“How if it remind you of painful things?!” Anxious was written in all Wataru’s face. Mitsuru took his time in answering, trying vainly to understand what had terrify his friend so much. His answer came in barely a whisper.
“If those painful things were really mine, then isn’t it irresponsible of me to be living without remembering it?” Both of them grew silent.
“What did you say to your aunt and sister?”
“I’m staying over. I bet you use the same explanation.” Both of them laughed.
“Well, that’s the most logical one for someone to disappear in a few days.” Wataru said while they resume their walk.
“Wow, I’m amused you have an improvement in your way of thinking.” Mitsuru was definitely teasing him. They walked side by side, their height is similar but Wataru was slightly taller.
They slipped past the sleepy guard without much trouble and went to the parking building. Apparently, the building was divided into a smaller section for parking and the rest for the office itself. They sneaked through the emergency door and headed straight to the roof through the emergency ladder. At the last pair of stairs, the stairs extended into the murky darkness. Wataru convinced that the gate was still there.
“The stairs…” Mitsuru trailed off, baffled over the existence of impossibly long stairs in the small building.
“Let’s go up.” Wataru climbed with confidence. He recounted how determinate he had been the last time he had climbed this flight of stairs. This time, the determination didn’t waver, just the destination - purpose.
A big magical black door with generous ray of light poured through small crack.
“I never expect to see this door again.” Wataru stood in front of the gate. “I didn’t even know that the gate still here.” He said in amusement. Mitsuru was surprised but later sensed a surge of familiarity when he saw the door, it was as if he had walked through the door numerous times before. He shrugged inwardly. It was impossible, this was his first time. He chided himself silently.
“C’mon, let’s go.” He said, walking to the door when Wataru grabbed his wrist. To his questioning gaze, Wataru spoke. His voice was stern in the middle of gusting wind came from the opening door.
“Promise me one thing.” His warmth in his wrist was more distracting than the cold biting wind. From his peripheral vision, Mitsuru didn’t fail to notice that white big wings had grown at the door.
“Promise me that you will never ever sacrifice others no matter what happen.” Wataru’s serious expression was rare and Mitsuru could sense another unidentified feeling in his dark eyes, was it possibly… fear?
He nodded, still confused on what his friend was implying. Wataru released his grip and they both walked forward, crossing over the silver huge gate which was still pouring the relentless breeze, and entered into blinding white light.
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