~once upon a fairy tale I dreamed~|~of sharing all these memories with you~

[kaminotenshi]

Kami was wandering again, this time weaving through a forest of some sort. He was not sure which one, but details like that had long since become irrelevant to him. Stopping as he realized he had been wandering in circles for what seemed like an eternity, he looked to his left and his right, trying to figure out why he had not yet abandoned these

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[pinkspiderhide]

He felt a tingle as Kami's butterfly started to flutter around him to get his attention, nodding he stood and followed the butterfly into the forest. By now he'd become extremely good at homing in on where Kami was, and found that it took him nearly no time to reach the other. All he had to do was focus on the butterfly and think about Kami, walk forward and then before he knew it he was coming upon the other spirit. This time though as he materialized he paused and blinked a few times at the house.

Anou...Kami? Nani ga....

He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence as he too bumped his legs against the fence instead of walking through it as he was accustomed. This was getting stranger and stranger. Making his way to the drummer he looked at Kami and back to the house then back to Kami again.

What is this place?

[kaminotenshi]

...it's our home... Kami whispered in a strange sort of voice, taking hide's hand and leading him into the house. He gestured to what had stopped him in his tracks and gave him quite a scare. It was a mirror that held their reflections. It was also the first time Kami had seen himself since he had died. Then, he stepped through the archway that lead into a living room with an overstuffed couch and a television set with a rather rustic looking coffee table. However, Kami wasn't paying attention to any of these. Instead, he was gaping at the wall above the TV that was filled with a colorful assortment of pictures of hide and Kami. There were photos of them in the park, sitting under the tree curled up with each other. There were pictures of them in the garden outside of Mana's apartment. There were pictures of Kami, alone, on his swing. There were pictures of the two of them simply laughing. Pictures that had never been taken.

...this is our home, hide... he repeated, eyes wide. It seemed to be all the drummer knew how to say; this was

[pinkspiderhide]

Our home?

The guitarist questioned as he stepped inside, lead by the other, he looked over the house until he too saw the pictures of them on the wall, the sight causing him to slip the sunglasses away that hid his eyes and move to step closer. Reaching out he brushed his fingers over the frames, and pulled back quickly as if he'd been burned.

I can feel them Kami...the frames...without even trying...like the fence outside...

Turning he walked to the couch and ran his fingers over the plush cushions before taking a seat and smiling at the drummer.

It's wonderful!

He almost cried out with a boyish glee. Reaching out he grabbed Kami about his waist and pulled the drummer down into his lap, smiling up at the other spirit.

Hai...Our home...

[kaminotenshi]

We have a garden! the drummer giggled, nuzzling against hide. I wonder if they need to be watered... and... I bet we have beds... do you think we would be able to sleep? And... and... there's a kitchen, I saw it from outside... Oh, hide! He reached past the guitarist to pet the soft fabric of the couch and his face simply lit up, It's like being alive again!

He was content to lay there against hide for the most part. For once he wasn't lying against tree roots or asphalt or concrete. Still, excitement got the better of him and he bounced up, pulling hide with him.

We have to explore! You know... I've never really thought about it before, but wouldn't a brook and an herb garden fit this place perfectly? Oh well... let's check out the rooms first! He nearly skipped into the master bedroom, finding that there was only one. A soft-looking bed with silken sheets waited for them there. With a soft gasp, Kami rushed over to the dresser.

My butterfly collection! It's here! he cried, opening several of the drawers, And my perfume bottles~