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Taking a nice hot shower surprisingly cooled Tatsuya's head down a little bit. He honestly needed to stop thinking about his past so much. Especially since he couldn't remember anything from it. It did give him allot of grief. He knew most of the past of the members who were open about it, but, when it came to him, he wasn't able to tell anyone a lick of information about his own. Then he remembered one of the things Angel had told him.
"Maybe you're just an NPC."
He pounded his fist on the polished tile wall, angered by just the thought of it. "No." He said to himself grabbing his neck to caress the scar hidden underneath his hair. "I know I was alive at some point. I just don't remember what life was like." He stepped out of the shower, put his shorts on and threw a towel over his neck. walking out to his bed he continued.
"These weird dreams don't help either. They seem so real, but I know their fake because....." He was interrupted by someone bursting open his door. Looking eyes with the culprit he pin pointed that it was Reika. Her voice was trembling and low. Looking into those big brown eyes of hers made his heart drop a little.
Suddenly with a spark of lightning and a clash of thunder she lunged at him, holding on to him tightly. He felt the warmth of her body against his chest and also something that felt like warm liquid.
Is she... crying?
The next sound of thunder caused her grip to become even stronger and he heard a soft whimper come from her. On reaction, his face felt hot once again, almost as if he was taking another shower, but without water. She began rambling about how he didn't want him to leave her. She seemed generally petrified and with her words, he could feel more tears traveling down his chest. "Please don't make me be alone, Tatsuya!" She shrieked, ever so clear for him to hear. Her nails dug further into his skin and he almost felt the pain, but the situation at hand had him too flustered to realize it fully. He slowly reach his own arms up and held on to her, much like a father would hold his child if they were hurt or scared. His heart racing fast, he brought her head closer to his chest. "Don't worry." He said, making sure to keep his voice low as to not startle her. "I'm not going anywhere. After all, this is my room, isn't it?" Holding her even more tightly as if to muffle her ears. "Just listen to my heart beat okay. Everything else doesn't exist. Just listen to the thumps." His face grew even redder as he said this. He didn't really want her to know that his heart was beating so fast, but something told him that this was a good remedy for people who were fearful of sounds. forcing them both to drop, he laid up next to his bedside and held on to her. Not wanting to let go until the storm halted. Who knew how long that would be. Her body was so warm and soft. He began to loose to his exhaustion and drifted to sleep.