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When Haruka enters the room Yuki is sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. He’s staring blankly into space. He knows this is not abnormal for Yuki, but he is still concerned.

"Yuki? What’s wrong?” Haruka stares at him, and his voice is ever so soft, filled with concern for his partner. He watches as the man continues to stare straight ahead. He doesn’t even acknowledge Haruka. 

"There's something there, isn't there?" It's not really a question at this point more so an accusation, or perhaps a plea for information. There is a definite difference between the two, but he is not sure which of the two he is doing.

Yuki shrugs. It doesn’t matter what is or isn't there. Regardless, he has a choice to make. No, upon further thought, it's not really a choice if it's already been decided. Decisions that are taken from his hand are obligations and he is obligated to follow through with the right thing.

Haruka crosses his arms. His eyes have narrowed, darting between the magician and the spot where his gaze is frozen. "You know I cannot see them naturally like you and Minori can, but I won't hesitate to cast a circle of sight."

Yuki laughs. "I know. You're determined like that." His response is distant, almost like he's not paying attention even though the words still ring true. It's an odd contradiction, but Haruka cannot argue it.

Haruka sighs and crosses the room in two precisely measured strides. "It's not dangerous?" 

Yuki makes a note of the hardness in his voice, and he knows that should he not provide an answer the man will assume the answer is yes and lash out. He does not know what will happen if he lashes out, so he numbly shakes his head.

"Can you tell me what it is, at least?" Haruka asks, and he finds himself almost annoyed by this game of theirs. Something wrong settles over him and he feels agitated. 

"It's a messenger." Yuki responds.

Like clockwork, the words cause his heart to jackhammer in his throat. "Who is calling for you?"

Yuki finally turns his head to gaze up at Haruka. He is trembling, Haruka notices, but that is not what breaks his heart. Instead, it is the sad, almost regretful look in his eyes.

"Who is it, Yuki?" He asks again, voice pleading for a mercy he knows he will not receive, even though a large part of him does not want to know the answer. A part of him already knows.

Yuki smiles, but it's hollow. "It's you, Haruka. You're calling for me."

Haruka frowns, puzzling over this. "I don't-"

Yuki rises, silent and ethereal, like the ghosts he deals with. He presses his finger to Haruka’s lips. Haruka blinks owlishly at him until the seer removes his finger. "It's okay." Yuki says softly, leaning into his space. 

"I've enjoyed my time with you, truly. It has been nice to take a break. These memories we share are nice, are they not?" He grins, and Haruka is surprised to find a tear trailing down his own cheek. Why is he crying? He doesn't even understand what Yuki is saying… except, he does, doesn't he?

Yuki kisses him and it's soft and perfect, but it's chaste and Yuki is pulling away before Haruka can even truly be satisfied. "I'm always willing to relive memories with you, but I think…." He trails off. "Haruka, this vacation has been nice, but it's time that I wake up now."

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In the waking world, Yuki is greeted by warm arms and wet tears. He hides his smile in the real Haruka’s hair.

“Thank you for bringing me home, my dear. I fear that I am easily swayed by my own mind.” 

Haruka laughs, tinged with equal measures hurt and relief. “What could even keep you entertained for so long? Surely your mind couldn’t create the perfect mysteries for you to solve.”

“Isn’t it obvious? It was you, silly. Of course, the fictionalized version of our lives left a lot to be desired. It was too hazy to be any fun.”