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Crystalline | The King of Yaoi

iKitten

iKitten

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Modern Day​
The streets were fairly busy today in the Saturday Market, bursting with life and deafening with sound. People were haggling over prices and objects for things they probably donâ??t need, since the place was mainly for knickknacks that no one really cares for. At least, thatâ??s what he had always thought. But even if the stuff they sold could be considered junk, Noah found himself at the market every other Saturday, just searching through the booths and wasting his time away while he enjoyed the day off of school. At the age of sixteen, the dark redhead boy was living alone in the city, having his parents send home money every month. Though it was strange for a teenager to live alone like that, his parents couldnâ??t pass up the opportunity of the new job in the other city. However, since Jean had already started school at his new High School, they figured they would allow him to stay back in this city and provide for him.

His friends would often say he â??had it madeâ??, but really, Noah sometimes felt lonely in his house. He wasnâ??t the type to randomly invite people over, since that would be a bad idea to have a lot of people around, but of the few friends he did invite, they were not always available. Today, the crystalline blue eyed teen though, was going to be the day that he brought some junk to cheer himself up of that thought. However, there was a lot of junk to filter through, so he continued to shuffle through booth after booth until the late afternoon. It wasnâ??t until he ran into a jewelry booth did he realize heâ??d been pass this same one the last eight times.

Gee, Jeanâ?¦direction senselessâ?¦ he scold himself, before deciding to take a look at this booth since he was there. The teen wasnâ??t exactly thinking he should be a jewelry item, but they didnâ??t look too bad. Nothing extremely fancy and girly like he was trying to avoid.

â??Have you found something youâ??d like?â? the stand owner asked, some strange and old man. The sun was â??at its peekâ?? at the moment, shining direction down over them. It made this old man look like he was hollow or something, with less muscles and pale skin to cover him.

Just seeing that irked him slightly, but he just faced the jewelry again to focus on the merchandise. â??Noâ?¦well, what about this one?â? the teen finally asked after a few minutes. He picked up a small necklace, a small pendent that looked like part of a broken crystal, wrapped around strangely tough string, and all tied together with some weird leather for the necklace part. The crystal was barely visible though, since the string wrapping around it was basically covering every inch. Strange, why would someone sell a covered up crystal?

â??Ah, yes! That one is rather old. They say it contains a demon, locked away for the evils it has done. The crystal is supposed to have magic trapped withinâ?¦and whoever frees this magic, owns itâ?¦but be warned, once bound cannot be unbound, for this magic bind to you and stay with you. You will not be rid of it until youâ??ve found all of the shards, young ladâ?¦â?

Jean stared at the man as if he was crazy.

â??Eight bucks.â? that was his one and only offer. The necklace itself looked kind of cool, but he wasnâ??t going to buy into some stupid â??mythâ?? that old geezers make up to get their junk to be sold. After a good ten minutes of bartering about the price, it was sold to him at seven dollars and eight-nine cents. Ugh, this thing isnâ??t even worth that hassleâ?¦ Jean thought to himself, before heading out of the market area. Obviously, he shouldnâ??t be buying anymore junk and waste his time, so the teen decided to just go home and watch a movie.

Once he was home after a short bus ride, he stuck in some random comedy and grabbed for a few snacks. â??No, letâ??s see if youâ??re even realâ?¦â? Jean didnâ??t really believe he brought crystalâ??perhaps fake, plastic junk, but not the real thing. While he unraveled the string that bound the crystal, he found that it was rather knotted on one end, so he attempted to use his teeth. Tugging at it while trying not to break the necklace, he pulled the knot and string free, but ended up nicking himself on his lower lip. â??AH! Shoot, thatâ??s sharpâ?¦â? the teen complained, feeling blood well up from his cut.

The crystal had a good drop or two of his blood where it had cut him, and while he licked his bottom lip of the blood and stared at the necklace, it began to glow a strange, blue hue. Was thatâ?¦magic that glowed? Noâ?¦fucking wayâ?¦​
 
I'm No Genie- So Don't Try Rubbing My Lamp

It wasn't his fault that he was here. Oh wait it was.
Well when it came to the reason behind why he had been captured, ah yes- that was why he had been imprisoned into this fucking shard, just waiting for someone to help him gather the other shards so that he could get out of here. It wasn't like he hadn't meant to do the things he had, he just couldn't 'help' himself, after all- he had been rather pissed around the time they captured him. Damned priests that had ganged up on him when he had hadn't been looking, sealing him straight in after a rather rigorous fight, but that was the past. After all- as far as he was concerned it was their fault fr getting him to Earth in the first place. Never had he wanted to be here, but within a short allotted time a greedy priest had summoned him from the dept of hell to this place.

This instant he had gotten out, he had ravished the priest that was thirsting for power- well he had gotten it for maybe a second when the rush of adrenaline hit his blood stream before he was torn apart by the demon's claws. His body taking over the others and changing it to his own liking. The priest after the transformation was dead, save for the fact that his body was kept intact for him to live in. After that he had gone on a blood soaked rampage for sometime, striking fear in the hearts of those before him before retiring for a short 'nap'. After awakening he had been confronted and sealed away. Now he simply awaited for someone to bond with him so that he might finally get back what was keeping him here and return to what he had been in the past. A tall lanky demon with flowing silvery white hair, red eyes blaring out of his dead eye sockets as he rested in the cloth of a priest, impersonating one simply for his own entertainment.

Now in his prison, he waited before stirring to the feel of light streaming in. Gnashing his teeth some he went to look upward, watching as blood dripped inside the cavity of the shard. It was like a pact that had been made with the other. After all in his time they used blood to finish deals and right 'contracts'. This was enough for him as the shard gave off light to the other their, the pact being sealed as he went to taste the blood falling from above to him. "Mmmm" he purred devilishly before rising, his eyes glistening darkly as he went to eye the one above holding the shard. Making a mental link with the teen- he let out a dark purr to him. Waiting to see if that would shake the boy any. " Salutations" he spoke with a dark low undertone weaving with the silky smooth tone of his.
 
Shaking his finger a few times after sucking on it, he stared at the crystal for a long time, just wondering how it was glowing. At first, he had actually thought it was some sort of magic like the old man had said, but upon thinking about it, he wondered if that was even possible. Jean felt like he was losing it at such an early age, as he was already falling for strange fibs, but the longer he stared at the object, the more he realized that it was probably just some trick that was installed into this fake plastic. Shaking the crystal a few times, he just stared at the glowing aspect, while wondering how to turn it off; it wouldnâ??t due to have a necklace keep glowing while one was trying to sleep or was in class with it, after all. The redhead had to wonder if it was too late for him to go back and ask for a refund, as he liked this buy a lot less than before.

However, as he stared at the crystalâ??s depth, it felt like he was being watched for a few moments. It felt as if someone was staring at him, making Goosebumps shiver along his body. It was then that he suddenly heard a hum come from somewhere in the room, which was freakish enough as it was. Snapping his head up, the teen quickly took a glance around the room, wondering if that strange purring hum had come from a stray cat finding its way into his house. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he frowned and hoped that he wasnâ??t losing it for real, because when he heard a voice greet him, Jean was sure he almost jumped out of his skin. Quickly turning around in a circle to check ever area of his living room, the redhead glared in random directions. â??Whoâ??s there?!â? he called out, thinking of the best way to force the intruder out of his house or at least, be able to run if it was some murderer.

The voice had sounded soâ?¦hollow, and almost dark in a creepy movie sort of way. Fingers grasping the necklace tightly in his hand, he ignored the throbbing cut and focused more on finding who that voice belonged to. No one should have been in his house, as he lived alone, and while friends usually came over randomly at times, he didnâ??t recognize that tone. After a moment of just checking anywhere he could think of that theyâ??d be hiding in the living room and even peeking into the kitchen, he frowned when he didnâ??t find anything. â??Heâ?¦helloâ?¦?â? Jean called out again with a bit of confusion. Had he imagined that?​
 
Watching as the child before him went about, trying to see what had possibly spoken to him. He couldn't help but let out a laugh, withholding it from the already terrified boy as he rose to press up against the side of the shard. Confined to the dept of the shard, he could at any point move to the edges on it and stare out dangerously at anything that he was allowed to see. The wrap around the shard had obscured his vision for so long, but now- he could see everything! Glaring up at the boy for a moment, he couldn't help but relish this moment in some twisted manner before speaking to the male. "Child... there is none here but thee and me" he spoke, gathering some of the other's language gradually as he probed bits of the boy's mind. Not prying much further than that at this point. Just to communicate, he had done this; otherwise he would have been speaking in an old buried language and nothing would be accomplished.

Glancing up at the boy, he couldn't help but tap the inside of the shard- making a soft and dull thud to gather the boy's attention at the rather small object he was held within. "Within... the shard below you boy..." he spoke, trying to seem as nice as he could due to the current conditions. His eyes being echoed slightly against the slick surface of the shard as he eyed the boy's features. It was the least he could do for the moment, let alone with the shard, but it would do for now. Whether or not the other really meant to awaken him and bound with him, didn't matter- he had done it and as far as he was concerned with the boy; it all mattered that he'd be 'glued' to the boy until death or until he was free. The best way for the child to ever be free of the demon would be to help him, otherwise he would walk the child's nightmares at night. Something he intended to do tonight whenever the boy slumbered, just so he knew what he was getting into. He was no gimmick, he was the real damn thing- stalking his soul anxiously.

"Do you have any idea... what you've done child?" he asked the other, full well and ready to tell him exactly what he was getting into without pausing much for the boy to respond to him as he watched. Simply reading out his emotions as he went, though now he paused- curious as to what the other would say he'd done, let alone if the other even had the faintest of clues to the reality he just dug himself into.
 
Blinking a few times, Jean tilted his head and glanced around, wondering where that voice had came from. When he heard the same voice again, greeting him as if the person was right next to him, the redhead shivered and took a quick glance around once more. Holy shit, Iâ??ve lost itâ?¦ hearing things is not a good signâ?¦ the teen told himself, glancing around and wondering what the hell was going on that made him hallucinate like this. However, the voice seemed to direct him to where it was coming from, and when he heard that it was in the shard that he was holding, the teen held it out in front of him as if he was going to chuck it away. â??Uhâ?¦what?â? he asked intelligently, before realizing that this could have been some weird Peek-a-boo recording and he was going to get laughed at for falling for this trick.

Biting his bottom lip, he moved slowly towards the kitchen and placed the shard necklace onto the table. He could have sworn he actually heard something come from within the shard that wasnâ??t a voice, but motion. Like someone was actually inside the piece of junk. In his mind, it had not been a good buy, but he was determined to best that old man and get the necklace off for much cheaper than the old man was trying to sell it for. Finding the hammer in the house, he almost glared down at the necklace as if he had a vague idea of how to stop the â??voices in his headâ??. â??Whatever this isâ?¦I suggest we stop it. I donâ??t think this is fun, people.â? he stated outwards, as if speaking to the hidden camera men that were probably hiding in the bushes around his house and all. Rising the hammer, he decided that whatever microchip in the crystal was going to get smashed, because whatever was â??withinâ?? was either going to come out or get crushed.

Glancing around once more, as if someone was going to pop out and tell him to stop instead of crush the expensive microchip, no doubt, Jean raised an eyebrow when he realized that no one was stopping him. Shrugging as if to say that it wasnâ??t his money he was wasting, the teen slammed his hammer down and completely crushed the crystalline shard, scattering it all over the kitchen table in smaller and tiny pieces that glittered in the light. With nothing but almost dust and very tiny fragments, there was no way there was a chip in there, as nothing was big enough to hide it now. â??Whoopsâ?¦ broke your toyâ?¦â? the redhead called out, staring at the broken pieces of crystal. Well, nothing came outâ?¦as was nothing revealed yet. Maybe he scared away the â??voiceâ???​
 
Well fuck. He hadn't excepted that as the boy moved him to some sort of room, speaking aloud as if this was some sort of trick. If it had been, he would have gladly stopped it now and went on his own business, but that wasn't going to happen as the boy drew a hammer to the shard. Slamming it into smaller pieces, further limiting the demon within to what seemed to be fragments and dust. He eyes glared out from the biggest of the shard that had survived, burning angrily as he rattled in the small shard. The connection between him and the boy sparking up with sharp pain as if to show the boy what he had done; no- NO! he didn't want the shard reduced to dust. Hell he wanted the damn thing fixed, but it looked like he'd need to fix that as he inflicted pain on the boy's subconscious while growling at him. "Don't TAMPER with something you DON'T CLEARLY UNDERSTAND!" he snapped in a rage, the dust around slowly started to move from the rattling that he gave.

As if a gust of wind had blown into the place, the dust had been whipped up- the small particles attaching to the small shard as the seemingly useless thing was rebuild before the other's eyes before shot at his forehead to punish him further. The shard edge digging in some from the propulsion. "Try that again... and I go for an eye!" he spoke irritably to the boy as his attack softly softened and the pain he induced upon the boy ebbed away as if it had never been there. "Still think you're crazy... kid?" he asked, arms crossed in the shard as he glared at him.
 
Jean was about to just leave after he had finished smashing the thing to dust, wanting to just get this day over with and clean up. Perhaps he could just rest and forget that he even went to the marketplace. But when he felt a sharp headache throb as if he was being pounded in the head, he grunted and pressed his palm against his temple hard. The blinding pain was followed by a strange voice, but he didnâ??t care that it was scolding him; he just wanted the pain to go away! And of course, it would go away by smacking him straight in the forehead, with the crystal whole again. â??Holy â?¦â? he muttered, poking at the fragment and rolling it away for a moment, before shaking his head. Truly, he had to wonder if he was losing it, or if this thing wasnâ??t a trick like he thought it was. â??Whatâ?¦the heck are you?â? leaning down to stare at the crystal in eyelevel, he had to wonder if this was a really elaborate trick, or if the crystal was really talking to him.

The redhead saw nothing in the crystal but his own reflection of sort, making it obvious to him that this crystal must have been a fake, as he shouldnâ??t be able to see his reflection but through the thing if it was real. Rubbing at his forehead, he tried to ease the pain that had been there. His head throbbed still, as if the headache lingered, but after the irritable snap from the voice, it seemed like his headache was soothing away like it had never started. Reaching out a hand, he placed a finger on the shard again and rocked the necklace around, as if shaking someone awake and trying to get answers out of a piece of rock.​
 
He'd punish the boy over and over until he understood the gravity of the matter. After that maybe he'd act a bit more civilized with the boy. Glaring up irritably, he watched as the boy played through his emotions as if trying to rationalize this like it was absolutely nothing before he was picked up. The boy was speaking, well that was better than how he was doing before. "What do you suppose I am?" he spoke, prodding the boy's mind as if with his finger before he was picked up by the end of the necklace and violent shaken.

Okay this boy was really trying him. That was never a good thing as he shook the shard once more, a piece purposely falling off as he shot it straight into the other's chest- lodging it close to the other's heart; just to give it a good 'tickle' on occasion. After all he was dealing with a nasty demon who had a rather short temper when it came down to these sort of things. "Fuck you!" he hissed, the shard shaking some before lifting into the air. The object tugging against the necklace before being flung forward at the other's face, sharp edges bared forward to strike the other's eye like he had promised before.
 
Having not notice what had happened with a small piece that shot towards his chest, he just felt a tingling and almost itching sensation around his breast area. Jean scratched at it before hearing a cursing hiss that was probably the only warning he was given before the shard suddenly came to life again. Truly, he was at a lost as to how that was even possible, before the shard came flinging towards his face. â??SHIT!â? he screamed, ducking before the sharp edges were able to tear out his eyes like it looked like it had been aiming to do.

Ducking against the counter as if the crystal couldnâ??t see him once he was pressed up against the wooden surface, he panted at the scare and swallowed hard. â??O-okâ?¦so youâ??re some magical crystalâ?¦thingy. I can deal with thatâ?¦â? he muttered, as if agreeing to whatever the voice was saying. The teen rather liked his eyes, so he didnâ??t think it was a good idea to piss off the voice that was controlling the shard. If this was some weird show, then whoever was making this all happen was a really good controller. If not, then this was some freakish dream or alternate reality. â??Soâ?¦so, umâ?¦hi. My nameâ??s Jeanâ?¦how may I help youâ?¦?â? he weakly laughed, looking around for signs of someone hiding in the bushes or the corner of his kitchen.​
 
Lucky boy, otherwise he'd loose an eye. Not that he wasn't try to hit it, he really was. He didn't know the kid well enough and sure as hell wanted to seem as real to the boy's body as he could. Now that they were coming to an agreement, he couldn't help but still glare at the skeptic who he was bound to. "Close enough...." he mumbled to the boy, hearing that he was being called a magical crystal. "But not right" he spoke breathing with an angry tone in his puffs as he banged on the crystal's walls once more. "I'm not a crystal... I'm stuck in one" he spoke, clearing up some things for the kid before the shard clattered to the floor, waiting to be picked up once more.

"Jean...?" he spoke, committing it to memory before speaking again. "Help me by gathering the other shards..." he stated gruffly, arms crossed against his chest as he looked up at the boy, getting a different view of him. Eventually the boy would get his name, but at the moment that wasn't the case.
 
Blinking a few times, he swallowed hard when the crystal just fell lifelessly on the ground before him. So the voice was stuck inside of the crystal? That made no sense to him whatsoever, but he didnâ??t want to lose his eye, so he just nodded. Briefly, he wondered if whatever that was stuck inside of the crystal was a person or some sort of thing that just wanted to get free. It was all too much like some bad storybook come to life, but instead of being fairy tales and magical princesses with knights, this one had a grouchyâ?¦ voice in a shard. Of all my luck, I get stuck with some piece of junk with a psychopath in itâ?¦ Jean sighed to himself, picking up the piece of crystal to just hold in his palm.

â??Gather the other shardsâ?¦? But you just reformed yourselfâ?¦canâ??t you do that yourself?â? the teen felt a bit silly for speaking to the crystal, so he stood up and glanced around to see if it was safe, before he padded back towards the living room. It was getting late, so maybe he was already hallucinating. Jean was a bit lost at what to do, so he just rested against the couch and stared at the crystal. If this wasnâ??t a trick or hallucination, then what was he supposed to do about it? Find the other shards? Were there more than just this one? If so, how was he going to find them? â??Hey, you still in there?â? he asked, tapping the side of the crystal.​
 
Smart... but not that smart. As much as he was grumpy- he could be nice, right? That was hard to say as he listened to the boy, being carried about- not that he had much of a choice. Being in a shard limited him a little too much, something he detested but had to live with regardless. "I can't locate them unless they are in my general vicinity... " he spoke dryly, otherwise he would have been free years ago if he could feel them from anywhere they where. Going silent shortly after, he simply went to pondering- wondering how exactly he could go about getting them. Surely the priests and monks had made a map leading to all the pieces or where they had once been and without a doubt they had it stored somewhere... yes?

He nodded to himself before a thumping went through the shard, vibrating the full thing and making him fall down. The shard itself made a thud like sound when he hit the bottom- a grumble coming from within the shard as he laid there; not wanting to get up for his own reason. "Yes I'm here... don't rattle me around or tap me much.." he grunted to the other before slowly sitting up. Anything the crystal went through he would and frankly- he'd rather not go through too much even after he was out of this shard. Crossing his arms again, he went to stare up at the other "You have something to say Jean?" he questioned the other, wondering exactly why he had tapped on the shard.
 
His finger paused in mid-tap as he heard the voice come back and answer him. It was strange, but he felt as if the voice was talking from within himâ?¦from within the shardâ?¦but at the same time, it was someone speaking outside of his mind. Shaking his head, he wondered if this was the first sign of losing it, as he felt a natural headache grow. Jean just wanted to get some rest, but for now, he thought about what to do with the crystal. If it was some sort of magical crystal like he had guessed and the voice confirmed, then maybe he was supposed to aid it like he saw in the movies. However, he neither knew if it was an innocent being that had just been trapped too long that he didnâ??t know how to act nice any longer, or if this was some rampaging monster. There was no body to see, but all he knew was that there was a masculine voice speaking to him.

In the back of his mind, an image of a rather small and â??punnyâ? male popped into his image of what this voice looked like. Perhaps the thing wasnâ??t even human, so he gave the male in his mind little horns and big, floppy ears. Soon, the male turned into a puppy in his mind, and he was silently chuckling at the though. â??Nothing, really. Whatâ??s your name?â? he finally responded, standing up and moving towards the bedroom. It was reaching a much later hour than he desired, so he placed the shard down onto the nightstand and got ready for bed while he waited for the response. He wondered if sleeping this off would get rid of this voice, as he moved to brush his teeth. Perhaps he shouldnâ??t sleep? What if it was real and heâ??d get killed in the midst of sleeping?​
 
No, the other was completely wrong when it came down to his view of what he might look like, but that was excepted as he rested in the shard. Looking up at the other as he spoke once more "Kin" he said roughly without much more emotion- he would end up thinking things through and waiting for the boy to sleep before he went to work with him. Well... all he had left was the waiting game...
 
Half paying attention, he just continued to brush his teeth, before washing his face and drying it. Between scrubbing his face dry and pondering on how he was going to go to school tomorrowâ??by walking or bikingâ??he heard a small mutter of one word. â??Kinâ??â?¦was that the voiceâ??s name? He tried hard to put that name with the voice and image he had made for the other being, and realize that Kin was a nice dogâ??s name as well. Chuckling now, he shook his head and washed the face towel again, before wringing it and hanging it to dry. â??Alright, Kinâ?¦well, itâ??s rather late, if you can or cannot tell, so Iâ??m going to turn in.â? Jean announced. His voice had been a bit louder than usual, as if he was announcing to others outside of his bedroom that he was done playing and it was bedtime.

Sliding out of his clothes until he was only in boxers, the teen crawled into his bed and under the sheets. Really, he hoped that whatever this was would go away as soon as he got a good amount of rest. Whoever that was playing this joke on him would go away, and if it had been a hallucination, then he would just get better from it after a good rest. Yawning, he muttered a goodnight, as he was used to saying when â??someoneâ?? was in the room with him, before closing his eyes. Sleep didnâ??t take him right away though, as he just laid there and rolled around for a few minutes. The thought lingered with him, as he wondered how the heck he even started to imagine hearing a voice. After a good long time, he finally found himself dipping in and out of sleep, before he completely passed out.​
 
Waiting until the darkness took the boy's mind and he shifted into a state of subconscious that he could easily walk through. Without much trouble he moved from the shard to the boy's mind- the echoing of steps heard as he walked the vacant hallways of the child's small corridor of memories before floating into his dreams. His body coming into clear view- a white preist's robe used in churches stained with old blood spots rested on his lithe being as he walked into view of his dream self. The setting around him, something he wasn't interested in as he kicked off the ground some and rocketed towards the other.

Within seconds he was beside him, touching down before grabbing the other's shoulder. "Oh how I love a good nightmare~" he spoke sadistically, the long silvery white locks bathing his shoulders as he went to turn the boy to face him. He gave the other what seemed to be a pleasant smile, hiding the darker one he could have given the boy. His skin pale as white, only telling that the demon hadn't been in the sunlight for years on end. "Jean- I don't suppose you'll be sleeping tonight..." he said with a chuckle, his personality changed from the dreary shard to the boy's head. Frankly he could have stayed in the other, but knew it would have driven the boy over the edge with insanity- and at least would save him of that.
 
Shifting in his bed, he felt a strange chill as if someone was watching him as he slept. Jean didnâ??t even realize that something was happening, as he was already in a half conscious state where he was beginning to dream of strange things. The conscious always attempted to use dreams as a way to solve things that the mind could not, or perhaps, recreate things that had happened or wanted to happen. His dream shifted from being at home to school, where he was just having fun with his friends. They were up on the rooftop, as they were speaking about the last test and their scores. He had received a low score, making his dream a bit dull already.

However, he heard a small voice, chuckling in the background as if one of the other students was playing with their headphones and turned on the volume too loud. â??What? But Iâ??m not sleepingâ?¦â? he stated, glancing at his friends with a raised eyebrow. Things were still â??normalâ?? in his daily life, even in his dream, and even though there was that voice again, he didnâ??t think too much about it. What was that strange voice doing, even after he had thrown away that shard? At least, in his dream, he had thrown it away, as it was what he was planning to do once he woke up; toss it into the river on his way to school the next day.​
 
There's be no way to fully toss him out, after all- he was still in the boy by a little bit. This little gateway assisting him- and this little gateway would always be open due to the pact they had made. Watching as the other seemed to not even realize him in his dream, it had made the demon pout a bit. "Oh dear dear dear~" he spoke, flicking his tongue some as he contemplated. So how would he go about this, might as well haunt the boy's mind for a bit. Ah! He knew what to do. Shifting back, he went to the boy's memory, taking a book in hand before coming back. The area he had grabbed it from, he hadn't really cared- it didn't matter to him as he went to sit against the other in his dream. Waiting for him to recognize him as he started to read his memories in the book.

He stayed like this for a little while before eying the other, getting up and tucking the male's memories away that he had pretty much stolen into his outfit. "How long with you try to rationalize that I'm not here boy?" he asked the other as he leaned onto the other, putting on pressure on the back of the boy. Maybe the pressure in a dream would make him realize it?
 
Dreams were a strange thing, as the realm of where most dreams took place was shrouded in mysterious. For Jean, he didnâ??t even realize that Kin was there, as he was ignoring the fact that the other male existed at all. In his mind, he had saw the mysterious voice as a puppyâ??s voice, or at least, in a form of a dog. However, when he felt pressure on his back, he gasped and turned around in his dream. Seeing some male he had never spotted before, with what he thought was white hair like an old manâ??s, he just blinked a few times. â??Whatâ?¦who are you?â? he asked, confused as this was his dream. Or rather, it was him at school, and he didnâ??t realize that this was a â??dreamâ??. The redhead blinked a few times more, as if he could just â??openâ?? his eyes and the sudden appearance of this other person would have disappeared.

The other students didnâ??t even notice that he was acting strange, or that there was another person that they had never met before there with them. One of them waved to the two, as if this was completely normal, greeting a formal hello to the white haired manâ??silver really, but to him, it was white. â??Hey, donâ??t you remember Kin, dude?â? one of them spoke to him, making Jean frown slightly. Rin? The crystalâ??s voice? But he had thrown that away, hadnâ??t he? Frowning, he glanced down at the strange book â??Rinâ?? was holding, wondering what it was, as it didnâ??t look like any of the library books in his school.​
 
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