Yurio, or Yuri Plisetsky, was not expecting to meet this.
He was just walking around and around, yet, he was still looking on it. Inside his grandfather's house in Moscow, he looked on carefully. Very carefully.
He saw a girl. She was just standing like an angel. A poor angel. She was not yet going away with it. She still wanted to meet someone. And she believed he was her last target. Her face sounds a bit different. He found something over her background. He could barely touch on her despite he couldn't see entire of her.
"Where are you from, exactly?"
She didn't tell. She cried. Yuri Plisetsky sensed this smell. She must be a young girl. She died young. He knew this. He looked on and on. He kept mentioning on it.
"You are a die young girl …"
"Yes …" She cried: "I wish I could … reincarnate for the other life … But I am not able to cross it …"
"Why? Why do you come to me? This, Moscow, is not a place to do."
"I just want to … see the last dance from you … to vanish myself … not hunting the others …"
"I thought you have already left …"
"Please …"
The word "Please" was repeated, and it hit to Yurio's head. He remembered, once, his neighbor friend, Yulia, mentioned about reincarnation and the rebirth of some people. It exists in the Eastern world, following old belief of the Indian mythology. He then prayed …
"Когда ты были там, ты наша душа …"
He was not praying enough yet, however, after a wind, it suddenly disappeared. He soon woke up, realizing that, there was nothing at all. He ran to the farm, when the snows kept falling and falling. Out there, only the winter winds continued his job. And, he looked back to his house, only saw a typical word. He knew it …
"Kanji!"
He read, and the last thing he – the Russian punk – could tell, before he stopped mentioning, was the praying for the spirit of …
…
…
… Meiko Honma.