Blaise was shook until he woke up, which he groggily did so, his eyes misted over with fog when he opened them.
"What is it?" He managed to get out in his half-asleep state.
"Get up. I have something I want to show you." A voice that Blaise both recognized and didn't recognize said. It was strange, yet, without asking any questions, he trusted the owner of that voice. If he wasn't half-asleep, he would have questioned himself in this decision that his mind subconsciously made.
"...Ugh.." Blaise groaned slightly at having to get up. "Okay. I'm coming. I'm coming." He said, after he was shook some more.
Blaise got up and out of bed. The boy who woke him up took his hand and dragged him out of the dorm. Blaise let him, trying to get his eyes to un-fog themselves.
He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, and soon enough, he could see. Subconsciously, a name left his mouth.
"Dazai?" Blaise asked. He didn't know where the name came from. Did he know this boy? He swore that he had never seen him before, yet he looked so familiar. It was strange.
"Yes?" The boy asked, turning to look at him. Blaise's breath hitched in his throat at getting an answer, but most of all, of seeing a bandage over the boy's eye.
"I-..No. It's nothing." Blaise said.
The boy looked at him in mild confusion, before dragging Blaise along with him. They walked in silence, Blaise's mind giving him more questions than he had answers to. But, he didn't want to disturb the boy again. He already looked so...disturbing to look at. It was like Blaise knew him, his mind knew him. But, Blaise didn't. Everything about this boy screamed familiar, but when it came down to it, Blaise was sure that he had never met him before. Ever. His mind knew the boy. He knew his name. But he didn't know where it came from, or how he came to know the name, just that it stuck to him like glue.
"We're almost there." The boy's voice said with a sort of cheerful tone, knocking Blaise out of him thoughts.
"We..are?" Blaise asked for confirmation. Blaise hadn't noticed it, but at some point they had started climbing up stairs. And, now that he thought of it, why hadn't they been caught yet?
"We are." The boy echoed. "We're going to the tipity top of the highest tower at Hogwarts." The boy said.
"Why?" The boy's steps faltered.
"What do you mean, 'why?'" The boy asked, letting go of Blaise's hand. Blaise felt the boy's tone grow almost cold in some way, like he was upset that Blaise asked such a thing.
"I-..." Blaise's voice faltered as well. What was he supposed to say? That he didn't know him, when he so clearly felt like he did?
The boy turned to face Blaise once again, his eye was dull, dim, like Blaise's had once been. No, like how they always have been. They never got brighter. Blaise told himself, but he felt as though those words weren't true. Though, throughout this inner tormoil, there was one thing Blaise knew for certain; this boy's eyes were much worse than his. Much much worse. Like he's seen so much more than Blaise has, so much more violence and death.
"You don't remember?" The boy's soft voice brought Blaise back to reality.
"Remember what?"
"You promised that we would watch the moon together at the highest hour. It only happens every few years." Vaguely, Blaise could recall something similar to that, but that wasn't what he remembered.
"I-...I'm sorry." Blaise meant it, which was a first. The boy's eye widened, then looked momentarily sad. However, he grabbed Blaise's hand again.
"We better hurry. The moon won't stay for long."
The boy rushed up the stairs, dragging Blaise along with him. Soon, they reached the top of the tower. There weren't any guardrails to stop someone from falling off, Blaise noted, but he didn't understand why. He already knew that, Hogwarts didn't have such safety things, but Blaise noted it with interest, almost concern, as he looked at the boy in front of him.
"Look." The boy pointed, looking to the side where the moon was. It was bright. It was beautiful.
"It's..."
"Beautiful." The boy said. His hand slipped out of Blaise's as he took steps forward. Blaise's concern flared to a noticeable level, though he had no idea why. No sane person would be dumb enough to stay up here for too long, lest they lose track of time.
"Blaise," The boy said, suddenly turning to face him, right before he reached the concrete that was about a quarter of the boy's height. "Isn't this beautiful?" The boy asked with a soft smile.
"It...It is." Blaise said, looking at the boy. The glow of the moon made the boy mostly a shadow, yet, Blaise could clearly see the gleam in his eyes. The red gleam- His eyes are brown. Blaise realized. What is that red? Why..is it red?
"Blaise," The boy said, taking a small step backwards, but onto the concrete, which would have been the only thing that would have prevented the boy from falling, should he lean too far back.
"What are you..doing?" Blaise asked, his concern growing by the second. However, the boy didn't answer his question.
"I'll see you soon, okay?" The boy said.
"Wait-" But Blaise's protest fell on deaf ears, as the boy leaned backwards, using the moon as his guide.
"Dazai!" Blaise exclaimed, racing to him.
Even though the distance wasn't that far, the boy was still gone by the time that Blaise reached the ledge.
"Dazai..." Blaise muttered. His eyesight fogged up again. He wasn't that tired. So why was he- Oh. Oh.
Blaise felt tears start to run down his cheek. He didn't know this boy. Why did this affect him so much? Why? Why? Why? Why..?
Blaise fell to the ground, the tears not stopping, no matter how much Blaise tried to get them to stop.
He sobbed, for so long. He didn't know how long it actually took for him to stop crying. He didn't even remember the crying. He just remembered the feelings. He...
Woke up in his bed, his face wet with tears.