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Chapter 5: Memories

“Are you sure he said 'Tomo'?” Kakei's fingers trailed around his chin in thought, Saiga was slouching in a chair, unknown to the world.

“Positive.” Rikuo paused. “Was the original owner named Tomo?”

“How should I know?”

“You do know, and your going to tell me.” It took all he had for Rikuo to keep his cool.

Kakei sighed, not knowing what to do next.

A creek on the floor board snapped their heads up to attention. Kazahaya was slowly stepping down the stairs, gripping the small railing as if his life depended on it. Rikuo's brow furled in frustration.

“How do you feel Kazahaya?” Kakei asked friendly... A suspicious act.

The boy froze on the last step, he snapped his head up, with tired, bedroom eye's.

“...Kazahaya?” Kakei asked again.

He shook his head violently back and forth, almost making himself dizzy. “My name is Tomo.”

“Oh dear...”

“Kakei, what happened?” Rikuo forced himself to stay calm, the effort was at a loss, he was visibly shaking.

Kakei looked at Tomo, then back at... Rikuo, and whispered in his ear, “I should not mention this in front of the boy now, come into my office once you set the ground rules for him, and show him what to do.”

“Your going to make him work here?” Rikuo almost spat the words back at Kakei.

“Well, he is still Kazahaya in the flesh. If he stays here, he works here.” Kakei made an end-of-discussion face.

Rikuo's upper lip twitched in irritation. Tomo made it down the stairs, finally, and was working his way up to Rikuo, the first face he saw when he woke up.

He stood awkwardly next to Rikuo, and Kakei smiled at him. “Good morning, eh, Tomo was it? How did you sleep?”

Silence.

“...How are you feeling?”

Rikuo felt like rolling his eye's. Kakei was practically babying the boy.

“Well, anyway, Rikuo here will show you around, so you can get used to things here.”

Tomo looked confused. “...Why? Do I live here?” It was a question that didn't have thought behind it.

Kakei smiled “For now you will.”

“...Okay...” Tomo looked back at his bare feet, obvious confusion covering his features.

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Rikuo felt a tap on his shoulder, already knowing who it was, he twisted his neck around to catch a peripheral look at the boy who shared Kazahaya's perfect features, but refused to be called the name of it's original owner. Rikuo hated him just for that. Even if on accident Rikuo called this, Tomo, Kazahaya, the boy got frustrated and angry. He missed Kazayaha. He hated this impostor, and Kakei even more for not taking this whole situation seriously enough.

“Where does this go?”

Rikuo noticed Kazahaya's innocent eye's look up at him. No, these weren't Kaza's eyes. They were cold, lost, and always sad. Rikuo didn't want this boy near him. At first he felt sorry for him, but after a week of staying in the same room with him, it became annoying. Rikuo couldn't pick on him. If he did, he cried. Rikuo missed the pink blush on Kazahaya's cheeks, or the way he yelled at him whenever Rikuo made a comment about him.

“Back of the store, there's an aisle that reads “Hair Products”” Rikuo told him for the up-teenth time. He became annoyed at how lame this boy's memory was. A kid would remember where things go better than this boy. Even as Tomo smiled a thanks, and darted for that direction, Rikuo still couldn't stand him.

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“Get rid of him.” Rikuo frowned at his boss. He demanded that he speak to Kakei after work.

“...Tomo?” Kakei kept up appearance, lightly resting his chin on his cupped hand.

“Who else?” Rikuo leaned back on the black leather sofa, that Saiga usually slept on.

“... I don't want to tell you this Rikuo...” Kakei glanced up, Rikuo fidgeted. “I'm not sure how we could bring Kazahaya back, without the mirror.”

“I want Kazahaya back.” My Kazahaya. He remembered when Kakei had called him into his office, after the first day Tomo worked.

“It appears we have a problem.” Kakei sat behind his desk, putting on a authoritative façade. Rikuo wanted to strangle the man! Of course it's a problem! Instead, he glared at him, clearly not amused. Seeing as this was all he was going to get out of Rikuo, Kakei sighed, than continued. “When you look into the reflection of the mirror, you obtain the memories, or in this case, the personality of the previous person who was unlucky enough to glance into the glass.”

Talk about a persona switch. Rikuo growled at himself for trying to make humor out of the situation. Kakei said that he would look more into it. But really, how is somebody possibly going to be able to find information about a magical mirror that swaps souls?!

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Rikuo read his newspaper, trying to distract himself from Tomo, who was pacing around the small apartment.

“Do you want me to do anything?” Tomo seemed to plead. He was obviously bored.

Rikuo sighed your supposed to say, “Dammit Rikuo! Stop reading that Stupid paper! What pleasure could possibly come out of reading stinky ink on a boring piece of gray paper?!” He smirked at his own imitation of Kazahaya, then frowned. “I don't know, make yourself useful and try to cook dinner.” Rikuo turned a page.

Tomo fidgeted. “I... don't know how to cook.” He seemed to choose his words carefully. Rikuo sighed again. “Fine, go get some rice out of the cabinet, and I'll teach you.” Rikuo dared a glance at Tomo, and regretted it.

He was smiling. Tomo looked like a little kid who had won a prize out of a claw machine. “Yes, of course!” He started opening up random cabinet doors. Rikuo never saw Kazahaya smile like that. No, it wasn't Kazahaya, but it was still his lips, his perfect thin lips that was creating the euphoric smile, one that Rikuo had never been able to make Kazahaya do. Rikuo felt himself melt inside.

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“First you need to clean the rice.” Rikuo felt a sense of déjà vu. He waited to see if this, Tomo, would put on the same reaction Kazahaya did, when he first attempted to make rice.

“...How?” Tomo still held onto the rice bag. Rikuo groaned silently.

“Here.” Rikuo reached under the sink to grab a colander. “Pour some rice in it.” Rikuo gestured at the holey pot.

“... Wont it fall out of the little holes?” Rikuo groaned again, and rolled his eye's. “Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sure they wont fall out!” After a few more 'sorries', Tomo practically dumped the whole bag in, until Rikuo pulled Tomo's arms up, to stop the cascading grains.

“That's quite enough.” Rikuo took the bag out of Tomo's hands to tie it back up. He heard Tomo sigh, and looked down at the boy, who had his head down in sadness. “I am sorry, I cant do anything right.” Tomo pulled some hair behind his ear, and turned to face the sink again.

Rikuo felt his heart speed up. “Nah, it's okay. I remember the time I taught a friend of mine how to make rice too.” Rikuo fidgeted, what was he doing?

“..Oh, really?”

Rikuo decided he mynas well continue, if he didn't want the tear ducts to open. “Yeah, he just poured it down the sink. He thought cleaning rice meant the same when you clean dishes and stuff.” Rikuo felt his cheeks uplift into a smile. Kazahaya was so stupid. The drain got so clogged up, Rikuo remembered, when he tried to fix it, he unscrewed the drain pipe, and a mess of gooey, wet rice fell all over his face. A fight followed soon after, Kazahaya did a daring move, even after staying with Rikuo for only a few days. He had shoved the wet rice down Rikuo's throat, trying to end the argument. As if that helped.

“...Huh. Well, at least I poured it into the bowl!” Rikuo frowned at the smiling boy. “So, who's your friend?”

Rikuo froze, turning away, for Tomo had started to see his facial expression. “No one, lets just get this over with.”

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“Thank you for teaching me how to cook, Rikuo!” Tomo made a victorious face after supper was finished, and eaten.

“No problem.” Rikuo almost whispered, sitting on Kazahaya's bed.

“Well, I'm going to bed!” Tomo announced, starting towards Rikuo's bed. He had refused to let Tomo sleep in Kazahaya's bed, so he let the boy sleep in his.

“Take a shower first.” Rikuo ordered.

Tomo shrugged “Okay.” He grabbed some random cloths out of the dresser, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Rikuo knew that Kazahaya never took cloths in the bath with him. He always walked out naked, or just in boxers, he was always to lazy to find cloths before he showered. Kazahaya also wouldn't have agreed so easily to go into the shower if Rikuo commanded him to like that, even if Kazahaya did want to take a shower, if Rikuo told him to go, he didn't. And a fight always broke out, which Rikuo loved.

But Rikuo wanted to be alone. He rolled over to lay down, on his stomach. He reached under the first mattress, and groped around 'till he felt Kazahaya's journal. Making himself more comfortable, Rikou then opened the small book, flipping through all the pages, skimming before actually reading.

He loved how Kazahaya portrayed him, using adjectives that made Rikuo laugh once he read them. Like, 'Brute', 'Vulgar', and of course, 'Stupid'. He read how Kazahaya had described that moment where he had to carry him out of that guard-dog infested facility. How warm and safe his arms had felt, encasing a protective cage around him. He didn't know the boy had such poetry in him, it made Rikuo stiffen a giggle. Rikuo flipped a few more pages. Not even half the book was used. He stared at the blank pages, thoughtfully. Then, making up his mind, snatched the pen from the books bindings, and began to write.

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Kakei hung up the phone, for the 20^th time. It would seem all physics in town are all self-proclaimed. Kakei hummed, he did that when frustrated. He felt two muscular arms slide themselves around his shoulders.

“Hows the kid?” Saiga's deep, husky voice whispered in Kakei's ear.

He smiled, despite himself. “I cant see anything, as if Tomo has no future.” He laced pale, bony fingers with Saiga's thick, masculine one's.

“Don't disappear on me.” Saiga gently kissed Kakei on the cheek.

“It's the boy I'm more concerned about.” Kakei replied, whispering, keeping the mood romantic.

“Who do you think I'm talking about?” Saiga wanted to smile a goofy grin, like usual, but the threat of losing the one he loved was no joke.

“Well, I haven't yet, so that means Kazahaya is still alive... Somewhere... In the stars...”

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PLOT TWIST!! haha oh, sorry.

Im sorry it took me a while to update

BUT! I finally have some clue about what the story will be, so im happy.