[Team 1] Crossing

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Joji is clearly celebrating the fact that she has now gotten rid of all her university assignments for the time being so she has some time to write without feeling guilty that she should be doing something else~ xD;;

The darkness was wrapped around him like a velvet cloak, thick but luxurious, and most of all, welcomed.

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He gasped and awoke from his dream, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He couldn't remember his dream very well, just that wherever his dream self had been, it had been pitch black. He could still feel it, the feeling of darkness thinly wrapped around him, now a soft veil moulded around his form.

He looked down at his hands and wriggled his fingers but he could see nothing, so with a shrug, he dismissed the idea gently tugging in the back of his mind that something was wrong.

He carried on his day as though nothing was wrong, although he did wonder why he felt unusually tired all day.

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That night, he dreamt that he was there again, cloaked in velvet and darkness. The silence around him confused him, seeming muffled yet deafening all at once.

He wondered where he was.

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This time, he awoke sitting up, eyes wide.

He had Traversed the Line, a skill he hadn't known he possessed.

"You okay there, Kitamitsu?" Miyata's voice shocked him out of his daze and he jolted in surprise, looking over to see the younger man looking at him curiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, shaking his head to clear away the fog that remained from the dream. Or had it been a dream?

"Are you sure?" asked Miyata again, laying aside the book he had been reading to look him straight in the eye. "I know what it is you just did, you know."

Kitayama blinked at him, not comprehending what the other man was saying.

"You crossed over, didn't you?"

"You-?!"

Miyata's answering smile looked mysterious in the half-light. "I could sense you."

"But you've never-!"

"It's not something that really comes up in conversations," said Miyata with a shrug, swinging his legs back onto his bed and picking up his book once more. "I know who already can Traverse, who has the potential to, and who will never be able to."

"How long?"

"Too long."

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Kitayama almost forgets their conversation, except it comes up again two nights later, when he awakes gasping, pulling his spirit back from the Realm once more.

"You should really learn to control it, you know," Miyata comment lightly from his bed between Kitayama's and Tamamori's. "It can't be nice to constantly have to slip over and then have to pull yourself back over. It must be tiring. I know it was for me when I first learnt to Traverse."

Kitayama narrowed his eyes at Miyata, scrutinising him. "Just how much do you know about this?"

"A lot, I guess," answered the younger man. "My mother taught me everything she knew and she was taught everything she knew from her mother."

"So your entire family can do it..."

"Just my grandmother, my mother, and me. I remember finding it strange that it was me and not my sister who could Traverse, but that's just the way life is, I suppose."

Kitayama closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh as he thought about his options. He could continue crossing the Line unconsciously, but he knew that it was a tiring process. He had only experienced it three times, all within the span of a week, but he could feel how the tiredness was settling into his bones. His other option was to learn how to control it. And he had a trusted friend who could help him.

"When you put it like that..." he muttered under his breath.

He rolled over onto his side and watched Miyata read. After a few moments, the younger man looked over quizically, but when their eyes met, Miyata's expression melted into understanding and he nodded once to Kitayama as he lay down his book once more.

"I could teach you," he said softly, quietly rolling off his bed and then shuffling over to Kitayama's bed. "But we can worry about that in the morning. Sleep."

"But I'm going to cross over again if I sleep."

"No you won't," assured Miyata gentle, laying a hand across Kitayama's forehead. "Just relax and sleep. We can start when you're feeling well rested."

And when Kitayama drifted off this time, his spirit stayed right where it was, where it belonged.

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/hands baton to mousapelli~