I typically write my stories to completion before posting them rather than posting as I write, but I thought my first AFF story will be very casual.  So updates will be sporatic.

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He needs to be Kris, but sometimes all he wants to be is just Yifan.  So it was a rare moment for him when he found himself in relative quiet in his flat sitting on his couch.  Zitao was sitting next to him, unusually solemn.  But soon enough the two boys started a light conversation.  They talked about all the events that took place that led to their current moment. 

"What's going to happen to us?" Yifan said hesitantly.  As Kris, he would never have shown such an uncertain side of himself to the others.

"I don't know," Zitao replied.  Yifan blinked at him for a few moments.

"What?  But you control time," he laughed.  "Can't you go to the future and see what happens?"

Zitao snorted and drank from his glass.

"It's more complicated than that," he said.

Yifan stared back confused.  Truth be told, Yifan didn't really understand Zitao's powers at all.  It was true that each member was aware of what the others generally could do, however, there was never an opportunity to share what limits or specialities and side effects each one may face.

"Imagine that all of time is a large continent and the time line we live in is a rail path from Paris to Shanghai," Zitao said gesticulating as he began to get lost in his words.  "Except, all the tracks haven't been placed yet and each moment we live is a new track placed.  I can only travel the tracks that have already been laid."

"Then can you go back in time and change events?" Yifan asked.

Zitao stared off into space shook his head.  

"Time is written... like a braid," he began.  "As we move forward in time, out of all the possible outcome of events, the ones that happen are weaved into history.  The further back we travel in time, the stronger the weave and those events in time become unchangeable.  Permanent.  You can try to change the past, and it will be like when a strand of hair escapes the braid, but the overall braid is still very much the same.  Time finds a way to maintain its structure, otherwise it... breaks.  The timeline can't be maintained.

"I only have a short window of time, as the strands of time are being woven together, to do so before history is written," Zitao said softly and turned to smile at Yifan, eyes slowly growing wet and losing focus.  Yifan was taken aback by the suddent change in mood.  It seemed that recently Zitao was constantly changing mood at seemingly random times.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to..." Yifan mumbled.  Zitao shook his head.

"I want to," Zitao said beginning to cry.  "All I want to do is go back and fix it all.  But I can't.  No matter how many times I may try... nothing changes."

"I don't understand..." Yifan said putting a hand to Zitao's shoulder.  "What do you mean?"

Zitao took a few moments to collect himself before taking a hold of Yifan's hand.  He looked into the other's eyes.  They were wide and confused.  Zitao wanted to cement this moment into his memories.

"I want you to know," Zitao said nearly stuttering.  "No matter what I say or do after this... that I understand and you will always have my support and friendship."

 "What...? What are you..." Yifan started, but his voice was growing fainter with each word.

Once Zitao opened his eyes, he was alone lying on the floor, watching the ceiling fan spin.  He was in a familiar room with a familiar bed and dresser.  His walls, curtains, furniture were still there.  Untouched and unmoved.  It was exactly the same as before.  Again, nothing had changed.