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The sun was just about to rise over the horizon while Asahi looked down at Yuki. He could hear his heart beating a lot slower, his breathing getting shallower. Asahi slept little last night which made him rethink if he should continue this, but as what he said to Yukiko last night, he's not a quitter.

[color=#fbb6cb]"If you can sense me get lost, got in too deep, just yank me back to sever the connection."[/color] Asahi said to perhaps Yukiko, Sasuke, Duncan, or whoever else was with him, as he gingerly placed Yuki's head on his knees. He flexed his fingers and placed them at the sides of his comatosed classmate's temples, inhaled and exhaled deeply with eyes closed. Duncan could probably hear his heart beating wildly from anxiety, but it's too late to back down now.

[color=#fbb6cb]"Here goes..."[/color] Pink threads attached to Yuki's head and the two were connected now.

This time, Asahi felt like he was in outer space. He could see nothing but darkness wherever he looked. He floated aimlessly into the void, almost feeling himself getting suffocated by all the emptiness. He was starting to feel irritated and hopeless. Asahi will not go back empty-handed. Just like what he did with Sasuke, he will break through his limits and achieve his goals no matter the cost. Besides, he was an Awakened. He could survive (mostly) anything now.

He focused all his energy, all the heat and power coming from his forge. He will use it all to win. He spread his arms and legs widely and freely, shouting into the void as tons upon tons of pink threads shot everywhere. They pierced through the darkness and he felt each individual threads kept on going and going through the void. They interlocked together, almost forming a massive pink spiderweb with Asahi in the middle. 

He felt himself getting undone, something in Asahi's head felt wrong. Already he could feel immense hunger and exhaustion creeping in as he forced his forge to blaze on like last time. He kept willing his threads to shoot all over, unspooling himself just to get something, [i]anything[/i] at all that could help him save Yuki. As he kept going however, his pink webs began unravelling on their own without an anchor, a solid piece of a conscious mind to hold on to. His grip on Yuki was starting to weaken just as his classmate was getting closer to death.

Asahi then felt it. A vibration. One of his threads hit something, like a prey that found itself on a spider's web. He followed that thread and trudged on, going in deeper and deeper than he ever could into someone's mind. The deeper he went, the more this painful pressure was squeezing onto his entire body, mostly his head. It felt like he was going to the bottom of the ocean and the pink line he's holding unto was his literal lifeline, the only saving grace that could pull him out of the depths. His screams of agony were unheard by anyone but he still kept going, not even knowing what he was getting himself into. His self identity was unwinding. He closed his eyes and kept going through the pain. Deeper, deeper...

Asahi then found himself in a core, a mere piece of the collective puzzle of a person that was near and dear to their heart. He was confused at first then he realized he was Yuki, or was he Asahi? Were they both, or were they always been one? Even Asahi was starting to think it was his memory too but it couldn't have been. He saw two immensely tall teenage boys, Yuki's basketball mates. Asahi didn't play the sport but perhaps he did at one point. Did he even help in the Christmas video? Did he also play with Duncan and Daisuke?

Asahi/Yuki knew he was living in borrowed time. He/They felt a level of despair and anxiousness, knowing this moment wouldn't last and everything will be gone in a snap. The sorrowful cold and the inescapable void of the black soil underneath the emptiness of the white snow. Even then, Yuki/Asahi was still unshaken and it made Asahi/Yuki realize how, in their years of being classmates, could he have missed or ignored how handsome he became? 

As the last of the core melted away like snow, Yuki was flashing his charming smile as Asahi cried, finally letting go.

When he came back into the real world, the sun was starting to show most of itself in the sky and Duncan was probably already done digging the grave. He must've heard Yuki's heart stop while Asahi was trying to save him. Asahi felt tears streaming down his cheeks as his head ached, yet he gave Yukiko a small melancholic smile. One showing how very sorry he was that they lost another classmate and that he had failed miserably.

[color=#fbb6cb]"S-Snow..."[/color] Asahi's voice faltered while speaking weakly. [color=#fbb6cb]"Yuki wanted to go to Hokkaido, and see real snow."[/color]