“Koyasu...” The voice was silky, deep and just the faintest of wisps. The seiyuu looked over his shoulder, finding nothing but dark house to greet him. He narrowed his brown eyes and stared, trying to find the shadow that whispered his name. Finding nothing and deciding he was being silly, he turned back to his game.

“Why have you forgotten me, Koyasu?” The voice whispered again. Koyasu went rigid and turned his upper body around. He caught a flash of lurid red in the corner of his vision but it was gone before he could turn his head. He stood quickly after putting the controller down noiselessly; ready to wreak some havoc on whomever dared interrupt his scared game play.

“Whos there?” He murmured lowly, annoyance lacing his voice. He took a few steps forward.

“Don’t you remember me?” The voice whispered right into his ear from behind as thin, yet strong, arms wrapped around him from behind, one over his shoulder, the other from his waist, locked together by elegant hands at his chest. A lover’s touch. “Don’t you love me anymore?” The voice was a low barren whisper. Koyasu recognized the voice.

His own.

“Aya…” He turned as much as he could, meeting the violet eyes of his creation. “How can you be here?” Koyasu’s voice was full of shock, choked with fear.

“How could you have forgotten me?” Aya whispered back, planting kisses on the seiyuu’s shoulder. The kisses trailed up his neck, the red head suckling on his jawline. Koyasu took in his breath sharply and began to struggle. “Hmmm, you don’t want me??” The anime character’s voice was low and almost husky. He began to nibble on the man’s ear lobe.

“You’re not real.” Koyasu replied in an emotionless voice. “Wanting somebody who doesn’t exist is stupid.” Aya froze and he broke free, turning to stare at his creation.

“You don’t love me.” Aya’s normally cold violet eyes were wide and empty, yet his shock was apparent.

“No, I don’t.” Koyasu replied as the red headed character disappeared, pulled back into his own world. Mumbling, Koyasu saved his game, turned it off and carried the chips into the kitchen. As he was heading towards his room, he murmured in an annoyed voice, “third time this week.”

~The End…We Hope~