But before the normal everyday life should start again, Mori had planned this one more thing. The visit to the Totenkopf Planet, which they were heading for in a small airship at that very moment.

They weren't alone, the curly-haired man thought he had enough strength to carry Torio through the winding corridors, but he realized that he would rather use his energy for the time in his "secret place". So Ryo and Tomo sat in the back seat and enjoyed the sightseeing tour.

The way into the vault turned out to be a real challenge and when they finally made it, the robots were panting with low battery power.

"Thanks guys, ... you deserve a break. I can do the rest with Mori's help."

...

"Mori chan, do you think. . . "Mori chan..."

...

It was clearly the voice of the slender tin man, but not tin. Torio shook his head. The vertigo attacks increased, but he didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to repress it, he didn't want to show any weakness towards his partner anymore.

'It won't be long now and the atmosphere in the space station 'Outland' will pick up everything again. My senses are just too strained. And I need more sleep, much more sleep', he told himself.

...

"Are you all right, Leader sama?" ... Where did the voice come from?

...

Mori had delayed the big moment. All levers and knobs controlled to give his beloved a unique show. With eyes aglow he approached Torio, who was sitting comfortably on a kind of grandstand. When the curly head was placed on his lap, the shields ploped together into one big one and both grinned at the invention.

"Are you as happy as I am? Soon we will be." The last words penetrated far too loudly into the blond man's ear. What was wrong with him?

"Hmm... of course," he breathed and his calloused fingers gently stroked the reddened cheeks of his treasure. His thumb traced the contours of the full sensual lips and he lost himself in the deep tan of the big almond eyes.

"My beautiful doe eyes." He smiled. "Show me what you promised me." Mori nodded surrenderingly, kissed his partner intimately once more and released himself from his grip.

"You will be amazed. Wait a few minutes, it will take me a few minutes to get everything going with Tomo and Ryota." The shields separated and Mori sent another hand kiss towards the astronaut.

"I love you," Torio shouted after him and suddenly could not hear his own voice anymore.

...

"Oh, God... Mori chan... ...I love you so much, do you hear me?"

...

Why "chan"?

...

A wave of nausea swept through him and left the Russian gasping heavily for air. 'Damn it... I'm not sure if I can keep this up much longer,' he sighed and sank forward. His elbows were pressed against his aching knees and his forehead was in the palms of his hands. He tried to breathe slowly, but already noticed the sweat on his tingling skin.

A bright light around him made him jump up. His face was pale, his lips as dry as if he had not drunk for days.

"I have to make it... for Takahiro," he whispered and followed the small figure on the brightly lit stage with a blurred look.

He no longer wondered about other names, foreign voices, big stadiums. His full concentration was on the person in bright light.

A countdown was running in his head, like at the beginning.

'10, ... 9, ... 8, ...

take another deep breath.

7, ... 6, ... 5, ...

Ah damn,... how long will I hold out.

4, ... 3, ... 2, ...

Shit,... I wish we were done already.

1, ... Zero!

...

"Can you hear me?

I'm trying to hear you. Silence strikes like a hurricane...

...

That was all he could hear.

His world collapsed, with all the noise, the unbearable heat, the roar, his powerless and exhausted body.

"Can you hear me?" The blond nurse bent over the patient and controlled the line of his infusion.

"April?" one could hear the dull, deep voice and a groan.

"God, I feel so sick."

"My name is Maho, I will give you something for your discomfort. "It works quickly." She drew up a syringe and wanted to put it on his arm bends, but the man reared up in horror and looked at her in shock.

"No! Don't... Mori! Where is Mori?" The door swung open and a frail person ran towards the sickbed.

"Moriuchi-san, I just wanted to...

"It's okay, Toru doesn't like needles," the newcomer reassured the woman.

One could see astonishment but also joy in the sleepy eyes of the patient, staring spellbound at the head of the small figure.

"We are on the earth... are we not? Tell me we made it." The supposed Mori smiled pertly and said reassuringly:

"We did it, as usual, but... you scared the hell out of me. The blonde lady in the doctor's coat cleared her throat:

"He asked me about someone named April. Do you know her?"

"You mean Avril? Avril Lavigne? "He often dreams about her. "without fail."

"Avril? No, April. Mori... ka? "Your hair?" It sounded more like a question.

"He? ... Should I be worried after all?" He took the obviously distraught man's two hands.

"No... "No, it's just that everything happened so fast. ... Weren't we just in this big arena on the ... eh ... I can't remember," the sick man raved to himself. Then two men waved energetically through the glass door, pointing their thumbs up and rejoicing over a thoughtless nodding of the tall blond man.

"Tomoya and Ryo are... human?"

"Ha!?" laughed this Mori with the much shorter black hair and the "chan" behind his name out loud. "Well, at least they look like that, even if they sometimes don't act like them.

"Are ... are we in Japan?" The patient swallowed the sour taste in his throat again and tried to arrange all new impressions into his current visual image.

Sure! Mori, his former extraterrestrial had to blend in unnoticed on earth, change something. Whereby it was only the hairstyle that made him look even younger. Everything else seemed to stay the same. The big almond eyes, the beautiful smile, the soft skin ... His counterpart just looked astonished.

"Yes? We are..." All of a sudden the frail man was pulled energetically into the strong arms, pressed and kissed on the forehead.

"We really have the hardest thing behind us. I thought I could not hold out. It was just too much for me. Oh God... I'm so glad you're here... with me." The memories of the past night's merchandise like a black hole. Had they finally united, conquered each other? ...Anyway, there would be other times, many times.

"Yes, well... Toru, let me go. You'll crush me. Did you really doubt it?

Doubts, that was another embroidery word that caught the attention of the still very confused.

"No, no more "but". From now on I trust myself ... and my legs. I owe it to your brother."

"Huh? You have no more self-doubt? About Hiroki? ... I like it, although, your long piles of stilts really let you down today. You folded up like your knees are made of rubber. Shit, you scared the shit out of me." He freed himself a bit and looked at the still incomprehensible face of his friend, whose color was slowly freshening.

"Today? ... Man, I don't feel like myself." He leaned back and drove through the long hair. The dizziness subsided and the dull feeling in his stomach gradually subsided. The infusions were already working and the still waiting nurse noticed the positive change and said goodbye:

"I will leave her alone for a moment. You should not pay too much attention to the slight confusion. Most likely they were dreaming very real and ..." she wanted to explain, but a knock at the door interrupted her.

"Hello you two!" greeted the redhead and winked at the blonde woman in the white coat. "How's the crash pilot?"

"Hichan!" the sick man escaped in fright and it sounded excessively loud.

"Hi, Toru Yamashita. Hichan? You haven't called me that for a long time. What happened?

"I'm Tori... yama... Oh my god, i don't believe it. His brain mixed reality and dreams.

"I'm not... an astronaut? And you're not aliens? He was almost ashamed of what he said, but it felt so real. He quickly pulled his legs and felt them for painful spots. Nothing.

The brothers laughed at the leader's jokes.

"With your panicky fear of flying? Seriously, maybe we should get a head CT."

"Where on earth were you in your dreams? They only let you sleep for 30 minutes to replenish the dehydration in your body."

"Half an hour?" The blond guy's eyes got bigger and bigger. "In any case, your performance today was uniquely good. Supernaturally brilliant I would say, uncapolavoro, a masterpiece! Bravo!

"Ahhhh no, Hichan!" The patient put his hands in front of his face.

"Toru?" The brother stepped anxiously to the other side of the sickbed and bent over to the frightened man, who carefully peeked between his fingers. Where were the accentuations of these extraordinary sensory organs? Hiroki was Hichan, the tall man was quite sure. So he seized the opportunity and stroked through the little goblin's glowing hairdo. But he found nothing. The little one just grinned:

"Not cool, ... the color suits me," he remarked mischievously. And when the man lying in the bed didn't know what to say and just stared perplexed at the red, the black-haired man on the other side snapped his fingers.

"Okay, enough with the games." He waited until he had the blond man's attention and smiled gently at him. "We should see that we get home. You need your beauty sleep, you're all banged up, you look really old." The slender fingers stroked his friend's prominent chin and lifted it slightly. "Nevertheless, I like you Toru, even if you are not a space drifter and hunt aliens, I might still be a ... Alien?" Takahiro grinned broadly, raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.

At last the person he was talking to seemed to understand, didn't he... after all? The corners of his mouth twisted into a timid smile, his gaze fixed the big dark doe eyes and in the next moment he pulled his treasure towards him by grabbing it in the neck. The rough lips met the full soft mouth and the surprised quiet protest of the black-haired man was half swallowed by the blond man's tongue. So it sounded more like:

"Toru, fine... give it to me." Than: "Toru! No, ... ...not here!"

The firm grip didn't let up, almost pressed down a little more and nowhere did the two seem to merge. Without any further objections, only violent breathing impulses, which finally animated the spectator to applaud.

"million dio! I always knew it. Why did it take so long? 15 years!"

"Shut up, Hichan!" it came as if from a kissing mouth. But then everyone started laughing and Hiroki patted his brother on the shoulder.

"Hai fatto bene, you have done well. When caro cognato (my dear brother-in-law) is back on his feet, I invite you to the best Italian in town: Il suo nome è Luigi. He teaches me Italian. ... But I already told you that last week.

Postscript:

All's well that ends well!

There was actually a breakdown of Toru Yamashita, the founder of the band "One Ok Rock", after a concert. This came to my mind while I was searching in the middle of my fanfiction for a suitable and also plausible reason for all these supernatural and impossible situations.

In a dream, you can make everything seem very real, real or not real, but in the end you don't end up as a completely detached person.

My characters have returned to normal life, but still keep their supernatural qualities:

Takahiro Moriuchi:

is definitely an alien! (his voice is supernaturally beautiful)

Toru Yamashita:

has always been a stalker and pursued his goals ambitiously and with passion. (he already hung on Taka's heels as a teenager to win him for his band)

Tomoya and Ryota:

The faithful companions and band members. Without the two of them nothing would have been possible. Neither in space nor on earth.

Hiroki Moriuchi:

is the brother of Taka, also from another star. He had bright red hair for a short time and his cute and lovely appearance gives him a somewhat mischievous reputation.

April:

is invented from top to bottom. The comparison with Avril Levigne was only somehow perfect in name. (Toru thinks Avril is very cool and nice)

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