Typing away at my keyboard, I felt at peace. The smell of cinnamon and chamomile tea fill the air as I heard my lovely girlfriends step into the kitchen.

"We're back from the gym!" A cheerful voice shouts, placing her water bottle on the counter.

"You two have a nice workout?" I ask, turning my sight off the screen and to them.

"The pool got cleaned out so, Sakura and I took a few laps around. I wish you could've come, Chi-chan!" the cheerful voice continues to shout, pulling out a box of donuts and I smile.

"Deadlines... They stink, don't they?"

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My name is Chihiro Fujisaki and I am twenty-six years old. My birthday is on January 1st and in the year 1990. As of now, I'm an employee of a small programming group and am an author on the side, living in Los Angeles, California.

I live in an apartment with my two girlfriends, who I love very much, Sakura and Aoi.

Aoi Asahina is a sweetheart, a super-fast swimmer with a love for donuts. She's got an average size body, somewhat muscular from swimming, but otherwise normal (not counting the fact that her cup size is a triple D). She grew up in a small household in Santa Monica, where her parents were a lifeguard and a P.E. teacher and her younger brother was a track-and-field genius. She is very protective of me and Sakura and will probably get arrested one of these days when someone ticks her off. There's never a time that I don't see Aoi smiling.

Sakura Oogami is physically a drastically different person than Aoi and me. She was pretty tall for her age and born with stalk white hair. She is also extremely muscular and is often mistaken for a man from behind. However, she never lets these things get to her. Sakura grew up inside of a family-owned dojo in Little Tokyo inside a family of martial artists, learning all the ways of patience and self-control. Sakura is someone I particularly look up to.

They care about me, just as much as I care about them so...

When I started seeing that girl in the white dress, they were very worried.

I started having those strange visions of the girl who shot herself and then, they all of a sudden stopped. Next thing I know, I start to hear and see things that are out of place. Is it possible that I'm having hallucinations to my- No, that can't be it... My hormone injections wouldn't be doing this to me. Maybe my anxiety medicine is making me see things.

I sigh, turning on my computer and the screen brightens to the document I was writing. I sigh again. I've gotta get this chapter done by tonight and then, get downtown to work.

"I hate Monday..." I groan, feeling my phone buzz against my leg as I groan even more.

"What now?" I pick up the phone, seeing the caller ID not being recognized by my contacts, leaving this person as anonymous.

"That's weird..." I answer the call, holding the device by my ear, "Hello?"

It was quiet for a moment until, I heard a woman ask, "Senjyo?"

The room became dead silent.

"Senjyo? It's me. It's mother, my son."

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My head was pounding. I groan before opening my eyes and seeing my father a bit too close for comfort.

"Kiyotaka, are you alright?" he sits up, allowing me to as well, stretching my arms.

"What happened?" I asked and he gives the most disappointing look that I've ever seen him give me. He only gives Ishida these kinds of looks.

"How could you have fainted at the wedding? Do you really not want to secure your future, Kiyotaka?!" he shouts, standing up in a fit of anger.

"No! That isn't my intention at all!" I shout back, getting out of bed.

"Then, what is your intention? Are you going to end up like your brother too?"

"Don't talk about Ishida that way!" I scream and my father silences himself, tears form in my eyes, "Stop judging Ishida for everything I do right! Just because we were in fact born together does not mean that we are the same! And do you know what, father? I'm jealous of Ishida. He's able to do things like being able to socialize and relax and have fun, things I will never understand because I am the "perfect" child you've always wanted."

"Kiyotaka Ishimaru-"

"Father, don't you dare try to scold me. I'm twenty-six years old and I will not be treated like a child any-" the next thing I register is knocking onto the ground, the pain blazing on my left cheek.

Shaking slightly, I sit up on the ground and look up at my father. I have never seen him this angry before. Never in my entire life have I ever seen him this infuriated about anything. Not even Ishida ever received this look.

"You are acting like Toranosuke Ishimaru. A smartass that let everything get to his head because, he thought he was the smartest of them all: a genius." he looks down at me, the red of his eyes blazing.

"I'm not acting like grandfather! I will never be him-"

"Really? With this attitude? You really are still a child, Kiyotaka." he straightens his tie, narrowing his eyes at me, "Miss Tachibana is downstairs. Get yourself dressed and go talk to her. Do I make myself clear?"

Shakily, I nodded my head, "Yes, sir..."

When my father left the room, I stood up from the floor and walked up to the long mirror attached to the wall. Dark bags under my eyes and my uncombed black hair scattered across my forehead. A small bruise was forming on the cheek my father hit. I'll have to cover that up before Byakuya comes. He'll probably be upset, no doubt, more about the disaster than me though. It doesn't matter.

Father was right. I was letting it all go to my head. The fight with Ishida, the wedding, the man with the lavender eyes- Everything was distracting me from the goal! I comb my fingers through my hair, brushing the loose hairs back as best as I can till I could fix it with hair gel.

Walking to my dresser, I opened it, trying to find a new pair of boxers to change into. That was when I found something... Quite odd amongst the familiar wardrobe. There were a particular pair of boxers with tiger stripes printed into the fabric.

"These aren't mine... And it is too big to be Ishida's..." I tried to figure out how this foreign object landed amongst my things.

"Hello again." a deep voice entered my room and I jumped in place.

"Oh no..." I turned to my bed and I see the same naked man from my wedding!

"No, no, no!" I quickly run to the door, careful not to trip on the carpet as I lock the door to keep anyone from coming in.

As soon as I thought it was safe, I turned back to see that man sit up, steadying himself on one hand and he runs his fingers through his hair with the other. He was still naked, toned skin the color of bronze exposed. Thank god for the sheets on the bed covering up the lower half of his body. The thick auburn pompadour had been loosened, falling around his face and covering up the hairline leading to his black hair slightly resting on his trapezius. Those lavender eyes were still sharp, almost like a predator, stalking even when the moon was not out.

I had to remain strong, furrowing my eyebrows in anger as I walked up to him, "You have already ruined my life."

"I didn' ruin anythin'. You didn' wanna marry that girl." he says, picking fuzz out of his ear.

"That isn't for you to say." I cross my arms over my chest.

"Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it." he retorts.

"You don't know what I want." he gives me a smirk.

"Do I?" he looks down at the mattress for a second, patting a spot next to him as a means of getting me to sit down next to him.

I started to laugh, backing away from him, "No."

"Okay, I don't know what's going on, whether I had a nervous breakdown at the wedding and I was given medication that is giving me hallucinations or... Even that a god or goddess is angry with me, no matter how ridiculous as it sounds, and they sent me-" I look at him, "A demon."

He chuckles as I pace around my room, "A dangerous, perverse demon who doesn't seem to know when to wear clothes on."

"The people 'n Germany aren't so uptight around nudity." he smirks.

"No, no, this isn't about nudity." I shout, "This is about decency, about privacy!"

"If ya care so damn much about privacy and what not, why'd ya look?" he wears a lady killer smirk as I feel heat rising in my cheeks.

"I did not." I answer, covering my eyes.

He laughs, "You were lookin' then and you're lookin' now."

My face turns red as I turn my back to him, "I'm not."

"Listen." he sits up, his smirk vanishes, "I don't know what's happenin' to us either, but I do know dat the moment I first saw ya, I wanted ya. And somehow..." those intense lavender eyes look deep into my red ones, "I feel that ya want me too."

"Oh my god..." I chuckle, backing away some from those eyes, "You are a demon."

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"Nagito Komaeda... Twenty-six and from Iceland... And is currently resides in London." I was scrolling across the file and I blushed.

What the hell are you doing, Hajime?! Stealing codes from Makoto and using them to access personele files behind his back? Is this what has become of me?

"Hajime Hinata, right?" I jumped, almost dropping my coffee when I heard that voice.

"Nagito?" I turn back to find that I wasn't in my apartment anymore.

It was a dark room, seeing stars in the sky as the dim lights try to brighten the room some. He was sitting in a red chair, head cocked on one side as he smiles.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to frighten you." he stands up, walking into another area of the room and grabbing onto a teapot, "Tea?"

"Uh... Sure." I shrug my shoulders.

I'm on break anyway. He pours a cup and sits onto a dark-colored couch, patting a spot next to him for me to sit down on.

"Careful, it's hot." he smiles, handing me a cup.

"Thanks..." I hesitated to take it at first, but I took it anyway, finding it rather interesting that I was able to take it into my hands.

"So, where are you now?" he asks, his eyes glistening with curiosity.

"At work. Chicago PD." I take a sip of the tea, feeling the warm taste of lemon down my throat.

"You're a police officer?"

"Is it that shocking?"

"No, just... Unexpected. I didn't think that you would be a police officer. You certainly didn't look like one during our first encounter."

"Yeah, I was off work... So, where are you?"

"Home, but I'll have to leave soon." he quickly gets up and walks over to see the locks on his door, "I was lucky enough to get away from them, but I know Celestia. She won't stop till I'm dead or otherwise."

"Who the fuck is Celestia?!" I shout as he double-checks the locks.

"An ex who doesn't know when to give up." Nagito groans, "Being a fuckboy really is a drag. It's bad enough she wants to sell me for things I already do."

"Things you already-" he skips over to me, tugging on the collar of my shirt.

"I'm a prostitute, Hajime." He was smiling, those sea green eyes swirling.

"I get paid by men and women everyday to fuck me to their heart's content. Whatever they want! All I want in return is their hope!" He laughs, staggering backwards till he hit a wall.

"Hope?"

"Yes, Hajime, hope! I absolutely love hope! I'm a slut for hope!" He continues to laugh, slipping down the wall till he met with the ground, his fingers gripping tight onto his hair.

"W-What?" I was so confused.

The Nagito Komaeda I was taking to five minutes ago was calm and sensible. Where did he go? Is this... The real Nagito Komaeda?

He looks up, the swirling in his eyes gone, but that sly smile was still there.

"Gotcha." He giggles and I felt hot.

"What. The fuck?!" I shout and he bursts out laughing.

"You should've seen your face, Hajime! To think that trash like me could cause that expression." His laughter calmed as he wipes tears from his eyes, "Don't you see? I lied."

I was baffled. He was much more complicated than I anticipated.

He walks over and boops my nose, "I'm not a prostitute. I'm a compulsive liar."

Much more complicated than anticipated.

"You're so cute, Hajime. I'm glad I got to talk with you again." He smiles before getting a little too close for comfort and his kisses my cheek.

When I opened my eyes again, the London apartment vanished.

And Nagito Komaeda along with it.

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"You live in Korea?" He asks, feeding the hay to the incoming rabbit.

"Yeah... It's a small town. Not very big or populated." I shrug in response, "But, hey. It's home."

"And you are housed with a potbellied perverse man and a man that looks of marijuana and speaks of otherworldly spirits?" He delicately pets the rabbit he is feeding and I burst out into laughs.

Obviously, I don't believe the things Hagakure says, but he is right about one thing.

Gundham Tanaka and I have some kind of connection. How else would we be able to communicate at any time of the day, doing what we do everyday and somehow-

It's all in our heads.

I know that this can't be my imagination though. I'm smart enough to create a car engine from scratch, not be able to create this person with the way he talks.

There's no way that Gundham Tanaka isn't real. That I knew for sure. Even though there's no way science could explain what's happening to us, I know that there has to be some explanation to all this. I just haven't figured it out yet.

"Have you been able to visit anyone else?" My ears perked up when I heard this.

"What do you mean, Gundham? There are others like us?" I was curious.

Are there truly others like us out there?

"Yes. She is a very... Interesting woman to say the least. I'm sure you would like her, Kazuichi Souda." Gundham smirks, petting the rabbit one last time before standing up, "Would you like to meet her?"

"Sure. It's good to make connections, right?" I also stand up and he starts circling around me.

"Close your eyes." He commands and I raise an eyebrow.

"Why?" I ask and his crosses his arm over his chest, his nonbandaged hand grip onto his other wrist.

"Do you wish to upset the souls of the lost?! Close your eyes!" He shouts with a fiery tone.

"Okay, okay! Chill, Gundham!" I close my eyes and I feel the aura around him calming.

"Okay... Picture a great ruin of a once magnificent castle. A woman with fair hair is standing by her window, her eyes glistening with tears." Gundham whispers and I try to do as he asked and envision her.

"This is really stupid, Gundham-"

"Kazuichi Souda, I need you to trust me. Even if the depths of hell were to open, you cannot open your eyes." I felt his breath against my neck and my face flushed.

"S-Stop breathing on my neck and get it over with already!" I shout and I hear him chuckle.

"The great Gundham Tanaka has already finished, Kazuichi Souda! Open your eyes and feast upon the sights!" He exclaims and I peek one eye open.

We were no longer in Gundham's house with the rabbits and whatnot. Gray brick surrounded us, light pouring in from one single window in the room. Her silhouette formed around the sunlight as her pale blonde hair blew through the window. When she sensed our presence and turns towards us.

Her eyes are powder blue, bright and glistening like a night sky. Tears were falling from her eyes.

"My lady, you are crying again." Gundham pulls a look of concern as she attempts to dry her tears.

"I-I'm sorry, Gundham... It seems that I have summoned you again." She smiles and I grip at my jacket, feeling my heart skip.

Fuck.

"No, it is alright, my lady. We came of our own accord." Gundham takes a hold of one of her hands.

"We?" She questions and he looks at me, holding out his other hand for me to come.

"Yes. We." Gundham smirks and I grip harder onto my jacket.

Double fuck. Fuck squared.

I hesitantly walk over to them and Gundham takes my hand.

"Kazuichi Souda, this is my lady of darkness, Sonia Nevermind." Gundham introduces us and she smiles even brighter.

Fuck squared just became fuck cubed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kazuichi." She holds her skirt and bows.

Jesus fuck, I hate you, stupid heart, stupid brain, stupid bisexual hormones.

How can I possibly like two completely different people at the same time?