Ratings: PG-13 (For now)
Synopsis: Aoi is a spirit trapped in a mansion that he once shared with his lover, Uruha. 50 years after Uruha's disappearance, Aoi has to deal with a familiar face purchasing the house by the name Kouyou. They say that Aoi was murdered, as was Uruha. But the story behind it far exceeds what anyone thought.
Comments: This was influenced by the song "Memories" by Within Temptation. The music video is what really struck me. I hope you enjoy this. Comments give me motivation to write, so if you like this, or any opinions, please comment? Comments are much appreciated. <3
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
The words seemed to be swirling in a jumble in Kouyou’s head. Today was officially moving day, and he was really beginning to wonder just what kind of situation he had gotten himself into. Of course, who wouldn’t be nervous? He just signed a check for a house that was haunted by a strange ghost, and a rude one at that. Maybe he was going insane. He spent the past few days wondering if he had in fact lost the last string of sanity he had left. But the bruise across his cheek was a reminder that he wasn’t just crazy. There was a spirit trapped in that mansion.
He sighed heavily as he gathered his things together, only taking the most important items he would need until the house was cleared out. He ran his fingers through his hair as he slid his form into his vehicle, and he would make sure to drive slow before going back to the house. Many thoughts were running through his mind. Who was Aoi? Why did he seem familiar? It was like he knew him somewhere, like saw him on the street, or possibly at the store.
“You just wait, you fucker. I’m on to you.” He thought to himself, clutching the wheel. “It’s all just a matter of time.” .
Pulling into the driveway, the raven parked next to the garden, turning off the ignition and taking a minute to indulge in the view. It was so pretty, despite the house. It was old and run down, but the outside was in an amazing condition. Rose bushes surrounded the estate, along with morning glories and carnations of all color variety. He focused his attention on the bright yellow sun flowers that were glistening from the early morning sun, and a faint smile crossed his features as he got out of the car.
“I guess this is my new home. It’s not all that bad.” He said aloud, nodding in agreement to himself. He wasn’t sure if he actually believed it or not, but he was hopeful. Maybe Aoi wouldn’t be around today, and if he was lucky, he could potentially get what he needed done with the mansion.
Once the car was unloaded and locked up, Kouyou made his way into the old heap. He didn’t bother taking his shoes off when he walked through the door, and he peered around the room to see if Aoi was lurking within its depth. When the coast was clear, he carried one of his boxes into the living room and gently placed it on the mantle above the fireplace. He could remember the argument that took place yesterday, and it made a frown form from his pouty lips at the thought. He hadn’t meant to act the way he did, but at the same time, he was sure Aoi couldn’t deny that if the roles were reversed, he would have been just as petrified.
“Aoi?” He sighed softly when he didn’t get a response. Maybe he was right. Maybe Aoi wasn’t going to be around today. “I guess I’ll just unpack.”
The raven opened the box and began placing pictures on the mantle. Each one made the raven smile. They each told a story, a piece of his past that he was happy to take with him. There was one of his parents, along with a photo of his boyfriend and other various people. He didn’t pay any mind to the ceramic shards that were scattered on the floor from the day before, and he went to grab another similar vase off the mantle to put in his box for storage.
“What do you think you’re doing?” A familiar voice questioned.
“I’m cleaning and moving my stuff in.” The raven replied, placing the vase in the box. “It’s my house. I bought it.”
“I thought we agreed it was our house.” Aoi retorted, crossing his arms. “Besides, that’s Uruha’s vase. You broke his other one. The least you could do is let it stay where it was.”
“Yeah, well it’s your fault for scaring me. You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”
“Oh please. This is my house. Uruha and I designed it ourselves.” Aoi scoffed. “Just because you bought it, doesn’t change the fact that it was mine. Remember that.”
“Look, I am so sick of hearing you go on about this fucking place! You’re dead, Aoi! You and your boyfriend! So stop pestering me, and just go away!” Kouyou snapped. “Just leave me alone!”
Aoi froze. He didn’t say another word. He was shocked to say the least. He wasn’t dead, and neither was Uruha. Uruha was going to the store. He would be coming back any minute now.
“I’m going up stairs.” He whispered, dropping his gaze to the floor. “He’s not dead.”
Dark eyes met with almond hues, and for a moment all the two could do was stare at each other. Aoi didn’t understand what was going on, and Kouyou thought he knew everything. It was obvious that the two were both quickly getting frustrated.
“I’m sorry, Aoi.” Kouyou said, glancing to the portrait. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Don’t.” The raven began, turning to go up the staircase. “You meant it exactly the way you said it.”
“What the hell do you want from me?!” Kouyou cried, throwing one of his own glass ornaments to the ground. “Do you have any idea how weird this is for me? I moved in here because something wanted me to. I’ve had dreams about you, Aoi. Everything about this place lured me in to buy it! But the fact of the matter is, I want a place that is mine. I purchased it, Yuu. Why are you always so selfish?”
Aoi’s eyes widened when Kouyou mentioned his real name. He knew Kouyou resembled his lover, from his facial features to his body frame. But no one in the past fifty years said that name, in fact, the only person to call him that was his mother or Uruha when he misbehaved. Maybe Kouyou didn’t realize it, but the raven couldn’t help but call the other out on it. “Kouyou, why did you just call me by that name?”
“Because you’re being difficult.” He replied, but quickly his irritated tone turned startled. “Wait, how did I know..”
“My real name?” The ghost asked, almost as startled as the other.
“Yeah. Maybe I heard it in a dream or something.” Kouyou replied sufficiently, moving to put more of his things on the shelves. “It had to have been a dream.”
“Kouyou, it couldn’t have been a dream.” Aoi said, placing his hand on the other's shoulder. “Just stop for a minute and listen to me.” He pleaded, dark hues moistening slightly. “There’s no way you could dream something like that. What aren’t you telling me?”
Kouyou didn’t understand what the other was asking of him. His lips curved into a frown as he set the item back in the box. “What do you mean, Aoi?” He replied, tone becoming slightly irritated. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
“Who are you?” Aoi asked, though the idea that was playing in his mind made him slightly nervous.
“Kouyou.” The raven said, “Kouyou Takashima.”
“That would explain everything.” Aoi said, eyes becoming wide. “You’re not just Kouyou.”
“What do you mean?” The raven questioned, almond hues narrowing.
“You’re Uruha.” Aoi replied, “You have to be. Your face, your eyes, your voice, your smell. Everything about you is just like him. It’s the only explanation that explains it.”
“No, Aoi. No, that’s not possible.” He argued, shaking his head. “Uruha is dead. I’m alive, I’m…there’s no way.”
“He is not!” Aoi snapped, “Listen to me! You’re him! Whether you’re his reincarnation or the real thing, you’re related to him.”
“How the hell did you get that conclusion?” Kouyou yelled, grabbing one of the ornaments from the box and smashing against the floor. “That’s fucking nuts!”
“Kouyou, do you know what Uruha’s last name was?” Aoi growled, grabbing the other raven’s hands.
“No, what of it?” He seethed, gripping the other’s hands tightly.
“Takashima. His name is Uruha Takashima.” Aoi whispered, voice cracking slightly. “See? You’re related.”
Kouyou’s head felt like it was about to explode. Nothing was making sense, but at the same time it did. This house just seemed to be getting stranger to him, and he wondered whether or not it was driving him insane. There was no way he could be related to Uruha.
~ ~ ~
Uruha sighed as he left the mansion, pulling the shopping list from his pocket as he walked towards the store. It seems like it’s been forever since Aoi’s left the property, and as much as it irritated him, he knew Aoi didn’t have control over his health. He was sick. It was just false hope thinking that bringing the raven out would change that.
By the time he gathered the items, it was beginning to grow dark. Uruha wasn’t used to walking alone at night, always having Aoi to stay beside him. He tried to keep a fast pace as he turned the ally, but the more he ran, the more the adrenaline and fear began build.
He didn’t realize there was man standing at the end of passage way, and the bags dropped to the wet ground as he flew back, hitting the rigid area with a painful yelp.
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” The man questioned the honey blonde, holding a hand out. “I’m Reita.”
“Uruha.” The blonde answered, taking the help that was offered. “If you don’t mind, I need to hurry. My lover is at home waiting for me.”
“No, no he’s not.” The other said with a smirk. “Believe me, you have all the time in the world.”
Uruha’s heart began to tremble as he saw the knife reflect in the moonlight, and that bright blood that seeped off the weapon made him want to vomit. He wasn’t sure if this man was telling the truth, but if he was, he knew Aoi was in danger. “You don’t mean….no, you couldn’t possibly…”
“Yuu Shiroyama is currently lying in a pool of blood on the living room floor. I know a lot more than you think my dear. Don’t take this personally.” The older male said.
And then the knife was jabbed into Uruha’s stomach, making him fall to the corridor floor.
Blood. Pain. And then it all went black.
~ ~ ~
Kouyou’s body jolted upright as pained scream left his lips, eyes filled with tears as he clutched his quilt in his hands. His heart was pounding, and he subconsciously found his hand reaching to hold his stomach.
It was another dream.
The raven sniffed as he wiped the tears from his cheeks. He didn’t know why he was so emotional. Ever since he moved here the dreams have gotten more vivid, and this one was by far the worst. It felt real. So real.
“Kouyou, are you okay?”
His eyes glanced to the door to see Aoi standing there, worry clearly evident in his expression. “I’m fine.” He assured the raven, quickly glancing to the floor. “It was just a dream.”
“Care to share the details?” Aoi asked, taking a seat on the bed beside the other. “It must have been pretty bad for you to cry out like that.”
“It’s nothing.” Kouyou reassured him, “Really.”
“Then why is every ounce of you begging for me to hold you?” Aoi questioned, wrapping his arms around the male’s waist. “And why do you feel like you don’t want me to pull away?”
Kouyou could feel the tears rolling off his cheeks. Aoi was right. There was something warm and relaxing about the raven’s embrace, and it didn’t take long before Kouyou found himself hugging the other back.
“Because maybe, just maybe I need you right now.” Kouyou replied, barely above a whisper. “So don’t ruin it.”
“If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine.” Aoi assured the other. “Let me just hold you for now, okay?”
There wasn’t an answer. It felt almost natural for Kouyou to curl up against the ghost, arms still wrapped firmly around the other’s waist. He was glad that Aoi wasn’t going to push this. He just wanted to forget and go back to sleep. For just one night he wanted to feel the comfort. He wouldn’t ask, and Aoi wouldn’t either.
Everything felt right. But god how Kouyou dreaded morning.