'Hikaru' sniffled softly as the rain continued to downpour, a stream of rainwater flowing down from the rusted metal panel that served as a roof, splattering onto the worn concrete, riddled with weeds and small flowers. The summer air was unusually cold, icy breezes blowing through both of the boy's hair every so often like a mothers cold hand. The two were seated on an old, bleached bench, sitting in silence.
Yoshiki solemnly looked off into the distance in a dazed manner, as the buzzing of the cicadas subsided, and remained relatively inactive. The sweet smelling rain and the drumming of the roof above the two of them kept the silence comfortable, as the two stayed back and waited for the rain to die out.
In comparison to other days, today was gloomy and less vibrant, as the chilly winds caressed their cheeks and the cloudy skies closed in on the sun. 'Hikaru' subtly but curiously took sneaky glances at the black haired boy, curious to how he was feeling.
As peaceful as the day was going, Yoshiki felt a mix of dread and deep loneliness that throbbed in his chest painfully, embedding in his heart like the roots of a maple tree. His empty gray eyes, hidden by the curtain of his overgrown, black bangs, stayed glued to the sight of the trees swaying gently in the wind, the lush, green figures moving ever so slightly, as if it were alive. But in reality, he wasn't focusing on the green foliage at all. He averted his gaze, his eyes trailing to the ground. Yoshiki felt hopeless. Tears felt like they were about to spill from his eyes, but none came. As much as he wanted to cry, his eyes remained like a drought, devoid of water or emotion, his tears blocked out by denial and fear, creating a feeling of deep emptiness.
He knew what he was getting himself into from the moment he welcomed 'Hikaru' back. But he had no choice, since it was to tell nobody, or die. He contemplated in his head if 'Hikaru' would really kill him, and how he did hold the power to do so. It seemed like he was being forced into acting that everything was okay, but a hint of selfishness also resided in his heart. He knew that even if he wasn't real, even if the real Hikaru was gone, it was okay because it was better than being alone. At least he could pretend he was still there with him.
Yoshiki narrowed his eyes, keeping his eyes locked onto the ground. In that faint moment, when the creature revealed itself, the disheveled face of his best friend and his features split, slits opening on his face revealing tentacles, or tendril-like appendages of some sort, but really, nothing could describe the sight he saw while doing it justice. They were otherworldly, nothing like he's ever seen, far out of his comprehension. The tendrils slithered from the crevices on his face, growing wide and far-reaching, getting closer to him with each passing moment, occasionally a droplet of foreign liquid staining his white buttoned shirt black.
Yoshiki smothered the thought, not wanting to go through the fear and shock again, as he was still processing everything that was happening. His main question was 'why?' and 'how?' He didn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it. None of it mattered, since it wouldn't change the fact that the real Hikaru died months ago. His beloved childhood best friend, the one he loved so dearly. He died such a long time ago, but only now, he finds out. He's the only one to know the truth about his death. He can't tell a soul about this creature possessing his body or he dies.
What all made it worse was that even though this creature that was possessing his best friend could kill him, it didn't. It remained friendly and affectionate to him for some reason, almost over-protective too. Did it really care about him? Was he just saving him for a snack? Was he going to die sooner or later? He was helpless. No power or comfort in this situation.
He gave up as the questions running through his distressed and cluttered mind only worsened his restless anxiety more. He just accepted it, despite the horror of the situation.
'Hikaru' took notice of the suddenly somber atmosphere and could sense that Yoshiki was troubled in some way. His expression softened, showing an expression of empathy and concern. He opened his mouth to speak, keeping in mind his mannerisms and words, attempting to keep them delicate.
"Uh, Yoshiki, are you okay? You've been pretty quiet for a while..." He pointed out, glancing at the boy with an expression filled with worry and fear that someone or something, or rather him, made him upset in some way.
Yoshiki snapped out of his inner thoughts and peered towards the boy for a moment, making eye contact, before looking away and bleakly shaking his head. "Yeah. I'm fine, don't worry about me." He muttered in return, his voice hoarse.
'Hikaru's expression turned more confused and sad, seeing his obvious sadness. "Are you sure? You're worrying me, you know. You aren't usually so quiet." He stated, before averting his eyes away from Yoshiki. His white fluffy hair was lightly grazed with another chilly breeze, as the rain continued to pour down harder, but Yoshiki sat there, indifferent to the cold despite his occasional shiver.
Yoshiki stayed silent for a moment, before responding again, his voice devoid of any emotion or feeling. "... So what if I'm more quiet? I'm not obligated to always talk to you." Yoshiki spat out bitterly, his pent up anger being apparent.
A small wave of hurt and surprise washed over him from the sudden hostility of Yoshiki, but he wasn't mad, he was more scared than anything. His expression turned sad and worried. "Are you mad? What did I do?" 'Hikaru' asked obliviously, having a suspicion that he was upset because of him. His voice turned more gentle, filled with concern and uneasiness. He didn't want Yoshiki to be unhappy. "I'm here for you if you need anything..." 'Hikaru' replied quietly, unknowing of Yoshiki's distrust towards him, before an expression of slight pain appeared on his face, as he looked away from the boy.
A long silence followed, as the rain continued to pour. 'Hikaru's eyes trailed towards the figure of Yoshiki again, as an expression of obviously hidden affliction appeared on his face as he muttered his next sentence. "... Are you mad that I'm not the real Hikaru?" He asked, assuming this situation was because of his lying. It was partly the reason, but Yoshiki was more worried about other matters that 'Hikaru' couldn't understand, as he wasn't human. But he almost preferred it this way, that he wasn't human.
"Nah. The real Hikaru is dead anyway..." Yoshiki softly muttered under his breath, still appearing to still be soaking in grief.
'Hikaru' slowly looked away, an expression of slight guilt and sympathy on his face. He didn't know what to say, or how to proceed further without hurting Yoshiki. He opened his mouth to speak for a short moment, but decided to not say anything, feeling pretty conflicted himself.
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