Title: Shinkei ga Wareru Yume
Author: Kyoshi
Pairing: You expect anything besides KiritoxKohta from me?
Rating: Sooner or later will be NC-17, but not now ^^;;
Summary: ..... Just read it. I'm not giving away the screwed up plot to more people than I already have. This is only the begining, and it shows no plot yet.
Notes: x_X I haven't really attempted to write anything in over a year and a half. If this is cracked out, blame the past few weeks I've had. And I hope people actually like this ><;;; Will continue to write more.. sooner or later. If people like it. >>;; I need motivation to care about writing.

It was a Tuesday, just like any other normal day. The sun was shining enough to warm the area, and it was all around a comfortable day.

A day that everyone could enjoy and be happy about.

Except one person.

Kirito grumbled to himself as he pulled the blinds on the windows, darkening the house.

"Why couldn't it have fucking rained today? Been cloudy, even. Anything but this fucking bright and sunny weather."

After his task of killing all the light sources in the house was completed, the vocalist slowly made his way towards the kitchen.

"I think the weather does this on purpose... all to make me feel worse." he sighed and opened the freezer door, reaching in and pulling out a klondike bar. Closing the freezer, he leaned back against the counter next to the fridge thinking to himself for a moment.

'The last time Kohta was here... he laughed at how I always seemed to have klondikes in my freezer. Whenever he looked, there was always at least a few.' Kirito unwrapped half of the frozen icecream square and bit into it, savoring the sweet taste. '.. Kohta...' he shook his head quickly. 'No. I know not to think of him. First, I'll picture only his face, then my traitorous imagination will pick up from there. Best not to think of him at all right now.' Kirito continued to scold himself silently as he slowly ate his icecream. The only comfort he felt he had right now.

After finishing his klondike, Kirito threw away the wrapping, then walked over to the small kitchen table, dropping his body into one of the wooden chairs.

"How can I continue to function normally if these stupid. incestuous. thoughts. do. not. go. away." at every pause in his quietly spoken sentence Kirito dropped his head against the wooden surface, mirroring his internal frustration.

After pounding his head against the table, Kirito rested his cheek against the cool surface, closing his eyes in the semblance of sleep.

"I just wish... that I could look at Kohta the way I used to and not like I want him the way I do... god, I hope no one's noticed it... they'd be so disgusted with me that-" a sigh. "I don't know... I just don't know.."

He said nothing for the next few minutes, and just breathed slowly. The vocalist sighed again. "If the media ever found out, Pierrot would be done in. 'Dictator Kirito of Pierrot, not only gay, but incestuous as well!!' god... I'm sure not even the most mental of our fans would go for *that*."

He winced slightly as a flash of sharp pain shot through his temple. "Not another fucking headache... that's the third in a week." With a groan he slowly stood up from his slouched position and stretched his body. Kirito then walked across the kitchen and opened a cabinet. Inside were various bottles of old antibiotics, vitamins, and pain killers. Slender fingers wrapped themselves around one of the bottles, and pulled it down from the shelf.

He just held the plastic bottle in his palm, looking at it for a moment. 'Jun was worried about me when I told him about these constant headaches a while ago.' He closed his fingers around the bottle before he popped the top off, tapping a few of the white pills into his hand. 'And he told me I should see a doctor instead of relying on OTC drugs to relieve the pain and tension.' He winced again as another flash of pain shot through his skull.

After replacing the small pill bottle, the vocalist retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Kirito swallowed the small handful of pills, using the water to ease them down his throat.

Setting the bottle of water down on the counter, Kirito wandered from his kitchen, entering his living room and dropping his body down on the couch. He draped an arm across his eyes to further block out what little light was left in his house.

"Only... one more day off. And then I have to face him again." He tried to will himself into some type of sleep, for a lack of anything better to do. And as a way to escape thoughts of his brother in the waking world.

And slowly enough, Kirito drifted off to sleep.