The clock played quarter past eleven softly into the small room.

The walls and floors were made of dark materials such as stained wood and mahogany wallpaper. The colour gave an old, traditional essence to the room, and it made a great contrast against the streets of Tokyo that could be seen through the large window at the right. ( Read more... )

                The tap sprayed violently into the basin and Shou heard the low pitch to high pitch as a glass was filled up to the brim with water. “You should go to the hospital...” Hiroto called, “But... you’re an angel...” He ran over, placed the water next to Shou and threw the kit onto the floor next to where he sat himself down. “Is it... is ( Read more... )

                The streets of Tokyo seemed completely different. He recognised the slabs of pavement, the mountains of concrete that piled up to the sky and the harsh cold wind that weathered and battered every material substance in the city. Those things were obvious, but Shou could see through the matter of the world and see something more. ( Read more... )

                It had rained all day. The heat seemed to have disappeared from Tokyo completely, but it had been replaced by the strong stench of wet grass and concrete. Sakamoto Takashi observed the city from behind his bedroom window, that way he was safe from any kind of cold or damp intrusion. His face was covered in shadows of the raindrops ( Read more... )

                “Are you ok?” Came a voice from inside the house. Naoyuki slowly shut the wooden door and looked around into the small room. The fire was blazing at the very back, crackling happily as it boiled a pan of rice and water. The intense glow of the fire gave the house a warm temperature that welcomed Nao like a soft and loving hug, but ( Read more... )

                Light.

One big ball of blinding light managed to budge its way into Hiroto’s mind. He could make out the diffraction pattern; lines of colours spread along its centre like the rings of Saturn. Normally he would only be able to see such sights when he squinted and his eyelashes managed to create fringes across his ( Read more... )

                School was a complete blur. The events that took place around him seemed mundane and flat, but the world in which Hiroto was wrapped up in was tormenting and danger was imminent. He’d never been so caught up in his own problems before and it didn’t take long for people to notice. The usual idiots in class started throwing things at ( Read more... )

~*~

It had been quite early in the morning when Shou had felt his essence.

The disruption around the city had woken him and it was a feeling all too familiar in Shou’s mind. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t sorrow, it most definitely wasn’t human… it was a cold drift against his skin ( Read more... )

                Finding Hiroto in such an angry yet distraught disposition kept Shou in the shadows; he didn’t want to impose on the boy while he made his way out of the shop and back to his apartment. Of course, it was Shou’s duty to help Hiroto when he was in a bad state of mind but he didn’t feel it right to get in the way when all Hiroto wanted ( Read more... )

                ‘Special’ wasn’t a word used for Hiroto very often. ‘Unfortunate’ or ‘troubled’ were the words he normally received off people, but finally there had been a contradiction. It was slowly occurring to Hiroto that Shou was the type of person he wouldn’t want to kick out of his house - if he were a person at all.

“I ( Read more... )