Author Notes:

Thank you to all who reviewed Agony Manor, I *am* working on the next chap…I just appear to be stuck _;;;

Thank you *so* much to my Oneesan Usa-chan. If it weren't for her none of my works would have ever been posted. *Hugs* Thank you ^_^

This story takes place after Chaos and after Takatori, Nagi is sixteen, Usagi seventeen and everyone else stays the same.

Alright, I don't own any of the characters (All though that would be wonderful ^.~) so enjoy the story ^.~

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She was bleeding again. Not that that was anything new, she had been thinking about 'it'. If she could just stop she wouldn't bleed. But it was just so hard. All she had now were the memories and even if she looked at the good it would eventually lead up to 'it'. She looked down at the gashes. Two long, identical gashes on each arm going from wrist to elbow. The bleeding was starting to stop now and the blood beginning to disappear.

A girl and her mother walked past but didn't seem to see her. No one did, not anymore. Not now that she was dead. It had been that way for a year now. All she did was wander and watch her friends and family move on and continue their lives.

And him.

She tried not to watch him, that would cause the blood but…he had moved on much quicker then the rest. Just as if he never really cared. Shit. She was bleeding again. But what was new? Maybe one day something interesting would happen. Maybe one day…

There went Shingo. He was headed for the house so school must have been out. She might as well follow him and see how her family was doing even though she had just seen them that morning. She phased next to him, a nifty trick that came with the position. That and people can hear you talking if they listen hard enough. Or if you talk into their ear. She had done that trick to comfort her friends and family when they had…found her…body. Damn, at this rate she would never stop bleeding. She felt the strange feeling of walking through something and realized she was home.

"Shingo! I'm so proud of the grade you made on your test. Here, have a slice of apple pie. It just came out of the oven."

"Thank you."

It was really quite sad. Ever since her death he didn't talk as much. Oh their mom tried everything but nothing seemed to work. She could see it in their moms eyes how much it hurt her to see him like that. But their mom kept smiling to prove everything was okay. But that didn't stop him from crying in his sleep every night about how sorry he was for all the names he called her. She had tried wrapping her arms around him but the contact freaked him out and he had walked away.

So she watched.

Watched them all suffer cause of her stupidity. And his lack of concern…she did it again. The blood fell to the floor in rivers, staining the white carpet in a puddle of crimson. They wouldn't notice it though. She phased to her bedroom and laid on her bed. Despite her being dead her mom decided that none of her stuff would be moved. That her daughter would always have a place to come home to. She might have started crying if she hadn't thought she lost the ability to do so. That wasn't true. She was just tired of crying. It didn't get you anywhere and once you were done all you had was a headache and puffy eyes. She had spent most of her life crying over stupid things but what she would give to go back to that.

Think of something else.

The room was unusually clean and tidy. Her mom must have been in here again. But no matter how much she tried to clean the carpet there was still a large faint brownish discoloring. A sad reminder of what exactly had gone on in the room. Arg! This was driving her crazy. No matter what she did her thoughts traveled back to that night. No matter where she went there was some reminder of what she used to have. Even in death the Ginzuishou stayed with her. Only now it was a useless chunk of crystal. Dim and cold, just like her. She sighed. There had to be something out there that could get her mind off depressing matters. Maybe if she went for a walk. She remembered hearing some girls talk about a flower shop and the cute guys who worked there. The guys didn't really interest her but maybe the flowers could cheer her up. It was worth a shot.

The shop was small and crowded mainly due to the mob of schoolgirls squeezing the oxygen out of the room in an attempt to gain the attention of two guys. She had to admit they were cute. The redhead was dark and brooding while the other was an exact opposite with brownish blonde hair and a sunny disposition. She felt sorry for him though cause it appeared the girls were attempting to molest him. Wasn't her place though. She'd just find the roses and watch everything like always. Looking around the room she found a whole variety of them tucked away in the corner and made her way to them.

She loved the white ones. So clean and seemingly untouched by anything. The petals were soft like velvet as her fingertips grazed over them. A sad smile formed on her lips. She would have stolen one but it might have caused a panic to see a floating flower, even if it was only for a second.

"Can I help you miss?"

She snapped out of her trance and looked up to find herself looking into large blue eyes. There was no one behind her, he was standing in front of her, so that meant one thing.

He could see her.