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"Forbidden Memories"Written By: Shinigami 195 Disclaimer: I don't own them Rating: R Warnings: Yaoi Pairings: 1x2 3x4 Summary: An 18 year old boy goes off to University
but there is a nagging feeling of deja vu as he encounters new friends.
Nothing is what it seems as he struggles to regain his forgotten memories. "Forbidden Memories" Chapter Two The room was dark; a laptop screen in the corner was the only light in the room. “Are you hurt?” a voice spoke in Japanese. “Nothing I can’t handle.” “I told you to be careful.” “We were.” “You obviously weren’t careful enough if you managed to get hurt.” “Oh, fuck you!” The boy moved forward and grabbed the other one’s arms. “Don’t push your luck!” He laughed and shoved the other boy back. “I don’t push my luck, you just like to think you have some power over me.” A hand curled into a fist and before he knew what was happening that fist slammed into his cheek and the crunch of breaking bone could be heard. He turned his gaze sharply back onto his attacker’s and stared deep into those dark prussian eyes. Danny startled as his elbow slipped off the desk, jerking him awake and he found himself being laughed out. “You fell asleep,” Chloe laughed. “You should have woken me.” “It was more fun to hear you talking to your lover.” “My lover? I talk in my sleep?” She laughed again. “Only a little.” “I’m embarrassed now.” “Its alright. I don’t think anyone else was listening.” “Thanks for that.” She laughed. “I’ll catch you later.” “Sure. Bye.” “Bye Dan.” She walked away leaving Danny sitting at his desk, his textbook and writing pad still out. “You missed the essay question.” Danny blinked up at the boy. He found himself staring into those dark prussian eyes. “Do I know you?” he asked. “No. I’m Harry.” “Danny. Its nice to met you. You just seem familiar.” “The same goes for you. You were asleep when he read out the essay question. 1000 words for next week. Do you want to copy it down?” “Thanks. Do you want to grab some coffee? My treat, as a thank you for your help.” “Hai.” Danny stood up, shoving his stuff into his bag and he lead the way, finding it easy to talk to the boy even though the Japanese boy didn’t have much to say in return. They sat in the refractory together, both nursing a cup of coffee. “Are you studying history as a joint or single?” “Joint.” “Oh, with what else?” “Business.” Danny screwed his nose up. “That’s a strange combo.” “Business keeps my father happy. History keeps me happy.” “I see. I’m doing English as well.” “What do you want to do once you leave here?” “That’s three years away,” Danny laughed as he took a sip of his drink, “I’m going to worry about that when the time comes. Do you know?” “My father wants me to go into business management.” “What do you want to do?” Harry gave no answer; his deep blue eyes studied Danny thoughtfully. Danny smiled nervously under that stare. It felt like Harry was trying to peel off his very skin to see his soul. Harry hadn’t spoken much since they had sat down. He seemed more content to let Danny ramble on. “So, where are you staying?” “In halls.” “I’m in a house. What are the halls like?” “Liveable.” “Good flatmates? I love mine.” “I don’t really talk to any of them.” “You should come over to mine on Friday, we are having a house party to celebrate our first month here. Can’t believe we’re been here a month already, can you?” when Harry kept quiet, Danny continued. “Are you missing your parents? My mum called me and told me how worried she was about me. Honestly I couldn’t care less, I love being so independent.” “My father hasn’t called me. I’m better off without him.” Danny cast his eyes downwards. “I know how you feel.” Harry’s eyes suddenly flicked upwards and locked onto Danny’. “I always feel like my father doesn’t want me. Sometimes I feel like my mother doesn’t want me. I had an accident two years. I was in a coma for a month. When I woke, I couldn’t remember anything. Not even the faces of my parents.” “You know nothing of your past part from the last two years?” “Yeah, sounds stupid huh?” “No. I’m the same.” “What?” “I don’t know if I should tell a complete stranger.” “I just told you mine, besides, I know you… I mean… I trust you.” “Two years ago, my mother and I were travelling from Earth to L1. The shuttle we were on exploded mid space, killing everyone. I was found floating in space. When I woke, after a month of being in a coma, I couldn’t remember anything. I think my father blamed me for surviving when my mother hadn’t. He destroyed all pictures of her and me. I had nothing part from the memories of the last two years.” Reaching out Danny touched Harry’s hand. The touch sent a jolt of electricity racing though their bodies and without a word between them that touch turned into a hold. Danny noticed how well their hands fitted together. “You’re not alone in this. We can help each other.” Removing his hand from Danny’, Harry glanced at his watch. “I have to go. I’ve got another lecture.” “Ok. Thanks for the chat and don’t forget about Friday night!” Harry stood up gracefully. “Thank you for the coffee.” “No problem. This is my mobile number, call me and I’ll give you directions to my house.” Harry took the slip of paper and began to walk off. He suddenly paused and looked round. “Danny?” Danny looked over his shoulder at the Japanese boy. “Yeah?” “Did you use to have long hair?” “Why do you ask?” There was a troubled look in Harry’s eyes as Danny reached up to touch his chestnut brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. “I remember you with long hair.” “How? Why?” Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. You used to tie it back in a braid.” “You sure we haven’t met before?” “I can’t remember…” “Neither can I.” There was nothing else said, Harry turned and walked out of the refractory, leaving Danny alone with his coffee.
“Danny, oh it so good to hear your voice.” Danny laughed down the phone. “Its good to hear your voice too. Mum, I need to ask a question about my past.” “Sure hun, what is it?” her voice faltered slightly but Danny pushed on. “Did I ever know a Japanese boy, my age?” “Not that I recall.” “His name is Harry. Harry Richards.” “The name isn’t familiar.” “Are you sure?” “Danny love, you had so many friends, I don’t remember everyone’s name.” “Oh.” “Why do you ask?” “It doesn’t matter…” Danny looked out his window before he pushed the thought from his mind and turned back to his mother’s voice. “So how is everyone?” Half an hour later, Danny turned his attention to his laptop. His violet eyes stared at it as if it held all the answers. There was a feeling of de ja ve whenever he set his eyes on Harry and it was slowly driving him mad. “Are you alright?” Danny turned in his chair to smile at his housemate. “Yes, thanks. You?” “Yep. You finished for the week?” “Yeah... Q?” “Yes?” “You ever get de ja ve?” “Why do you ask?” Danny smiled. “You give me that.” “De ja ve?” Quatre lent against Danny’s doorframe. “Badly.” “I know the feeling. And yes, you are the cause of it.” Danny lowered his head, his lips pressed tight in thought. “That look doesn’t suit you much.” Danny gave a bark of laughter at that and Quatre returned it with a laugh of his own. “That’s better.” “Q-man?” “What? “You ever met someone called Harry Richards?” “No. Why?” “He’s on my course and I feel like I’ve met him before but I don’t know where from.” “I’m sure you’ll work it out. Is he coming tonight?” Danny gave a nod. “Is he fit?” “What?” Danny laughed again but this time it was a fake laugh and by the look on Quatre’s face, the other boy knew it. “Its a simple question.” Danny turned back to his laptop. “I’ve got some work to finish before tonight. I’ll catch you later.” “Good dodge, Danny.” When Danny got up the courage to look back at his door, Quatre was gone.
“Hey Dan, how are you?” Danny accepted the kiss she placed on his cheek. “I’m good thanks, you?” “Ready to let my hair loose and get very drunk.” “Good thing you are in the mood,” Danny laughed as he shut the door. He showed her where to put her coat and then introduced her to his flatmates. Quatre kissed her hand like a gentleman and whispered at Danny. “She’s cute.” Danny gave a nod, his eyes fixed on Chloe as she took the drink Ellie offered her. The two girls seem to click straight away and were soon gossiping over glasses of wine. The doorbell rang again and Thomas appeared. “There’s a really fit guy by the door, says you invited him.” “Let him in,” Danny replied as he helped himself to another beer. “I did,” Thomas smirked. “I just wanted to make sure that you knew he was here before I take him to my room and ravish him.” Danny laughed. “I’ll go warn him.” Danny ducked though the crowd, aware that Quatre was following him. He turned to look at the other boy. “What’s up?” “This is that guy right, the one you said you get de ja around?” “Yes.” “Then I want to met him.” “Harry, you came,” Danny greeted his new friend with a handshake. “Quatre this is Harry. Harry this is my flatmate Quatre.” Harry took Quatre’s hand. His dark blue eyes studied Quatre who didn’t flinch under that gaze. He studied Harry back. “Its nice to see you,” Quatre said. “Hai.” Quatre turned to walk away, as he past Danny he whispered. “De ja ve.” Danny followed Quatre’s retreating form before smiling at Harry. He pushed the nagging sensation to the back of his mind. “Do you want a drink?” “Don’t worry,” Thomas slide up to them, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a beer in the other. “I’ve got him one.” Harry took the glass Thomas offered. “So you’ve met my other flatmate.” “Don’t worry, Danny. I’ll keep this one entertained so you can go get that cute girl in the kitchen.” Danny gave a nod as he watched Thomas draw Harry away into the crowd. There was a new feeling in his chest as he watched his flatmate flirt with his new friend. If Danny had known better and if he hadn’t been quite so drunk, he would have said that the feeling was jealousy but as a hand touched his arm and he looked at Chloe, he cast aside the feeling, after all, what did he have to be jealous about? Tbc… Chapter 3 |
