A/N This story is based on the events that occur in the anime rather than the books. This is my first fanfiction so while I would appreciate comments take my inexperience into account.

Disclaimer: I do not own the original story, but I did create Seiji and Kimika for the purpose of this story.

She had just a little bit farther until she was on the train, it was insight. She willed herself even faster, running as fast as she could. 'Come on, I can't miss the train again,' she kept repeating in her mind. "Yes!" She yelled with satisfaction as she lunged onto the train. She was so caught up in the moment she had forgot how fast she was moving, until she felt her shoes slip and slide on the floor. "Woah!" With a thunk she banged into another passenger on the train, falling over and taking the stranger with her.

Her already messy jet black hair now stuck to her face as a combined result of the traces of sweat on her face and the collision, the newly dyed ends found their way into her mouth and she could taste the blue dye on them. She quickly spat it out in an attempt to get rid of the awful taste.

"I told you not to run so rapidly." The calm voice came from her brother who had boarded the train slightly after she did. Even though he had run to the train station like she had, there wasn't a single hair out of place, or a drop of sweat on him. She often thought it was unfair that he could run so fast without breaking a sweat.

"You don't need to rub it in my face!" Kimika said annoyed. She always thought Seiji's goal in life was to nag her to death. 'Besides,' she thought, 'He was running too'. She moved off of the stranger and pulled down her skirt. In an attempt to look less chaotic she started to fuss with her shoulder length hair.

"Are you alright?" Seiji asked and she turned her face towards him with a 'humph!' wondering what took him so long to ask.

"Do I look ok? This idiot was standing next to the door." Kimika, feeling not at fault for what happened, wondered why Seiji had such a disappointed look on his normally happy face.

Seiji turned to the stranger that was now in the process of sitting up, "I apologize. My sister is…well my sister." Kimika was completely outraged that Seiji was more worried for a stranger then his own sister. She grabbed her bag and abruptly stood almost hitting the stranger in the head.

"I'm sitting down before all the seats are taken," she announced to her brother, and with that, Kimika turned and walked to the far end of the train leaving the two behind.

Seiji let out a sigh before turning to the stranger who was sitting on the ground. "Are you alright?" He offered his hand, but the stranger did not take it.

"I'm fine." The stranger was wearing a high school uniform that now had wrinkles on it. His short black hair didn't suit his face; Seiji had the impression that if his hair was longer it would fit him perfectly. There was something about this stranger that Seiji felt was familiar, although his attitude could use some work, he contemplated this for a while.

"Are you sure? My sister is an expert of causing trouble." The more Seiji looked the more he deliberated how different they really were. Seiji too had black hair but he often liked to keep it longer than normal, reaching about the same length as Kimika's hair. He was forced to tie it up for school but at home it was often down. Their faces were nowhere near similar and yet there was a part that was off about him, similar to Seiji, but he couldn't fathom what it was.

"It's fine, I'm used to it." The response was strange to Seiji and made him wonder how someone could be used to being ran into by…an energetic person. 'What kind of life has this person lived?' he wondered.

"Nevertheless it was improper for my sister to not apologize." He bowed, "Please excuse her rudeness."

"No, it's not a problem." He seemed so unaffected and unemotional by the whole event that Seiji felt a pinch of sorrow for him. 'He must have a difficult life if nothing affects him?' Seiji asked himself.

"I know, why don't you visit our house? I promise my sister will apologize." Seiji had a hard time leaving anyone who might need help alone. As Kimika often said he was a goody-two-shoes and a nerd. After what felt like minutes he finally answered in a monotone voice.

"Alright." The stranger looked like he didn't want to, but also that he wasn't suppose to say no.

"Excellent, My name is Sugura Seiji." Seiji took out a piece of paper to write his number on and extended his hands towards the stranger. "Here's my number, call me when you have free time today." The stranger looked at the number then at Seiji.

"My Name is Takasato Kaname." He finally said. Takasato looked at Seiji as if he had already taken up too much of his time so Seiji waited for Takasato to pocket his number before he turned to meet his sister.

"There are no seats left." Seiji looked hurt by Kimika's comment but she had chosen to be mad at him and wouldn't change her mind for at least another hour, after all he didn't even ask her if she was hurt by the fall. Seiji even spent a ridiculous amount of time talking with that stranger. She had a right to be angry at him.

"That's fine I can stand." Kimika couldn't believe he wasn't even going to say, 'I'm sorry are you okay?' Seiji wasn't even nagging to her about apologizing to the stranger, it was like he was utterly ignoring her. Kimika thought, 'He's not supposed to ignore me; I'm supposed to ignore him!' And with a turn of her head that was exactly what Kimika did until the two reached their stop.

"Move." Seiji didn't even notice that it was their stop thus enraging Kimika more. 'Don't tell me this stranger is so important that he doesn't even remember where we get off!' Kimika ranted inside her mind. "Humph!" She finally said. After all, she was supposed to be more important than some random stranger.

"Kimika?" Seiji walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"What?" Kimika believed that Seiji couldn't even tell that she was angry at him, though she smirked a little when he flinched at her tone.

"Aren't you going to be vexed if we're late for school?" Kimika stopped for a second to look at her brother before she broke into a sprint, muttering about how she forgot she was late, and how she hoped to make it on time. "Not so fast, you shouldn't be running like that. What if you bump into someone again?" Seiji began to run after Kimika, but at a less frantic pace.

They made it to school on time but Seiji couldn't help but wonder why Kimika was so angry at him. It could have been that he was preoccupied by his conversation with Takasato or she was still upset over her fall. Either way he needed to make sure Kimika would apologize to Takasato, though he wasn't quite sure how to do that. She had an extremely stubborn personality that even Seiji couldn't beat unless she was willing to back down herself. While pondering about what to do Kimika stormed up to Seiji's desk and stuck out her hand. "Hey, give me your lunch." She demanded.

"Did mom give you fish again?"

"Yes." Kimika would eat any kind of food but she hated fish, while Seiji couldn't eat any type of meat. His stomach couldn't digest it, which their mother and Kimika always said was the main reason Seiji was sick a lot. Because of this, Seiji had to be home schooled for most of his life; Kimika always chose to poke fun at Seiji whenever she could because of it.

"Do you recall that guy from the train?" Seiji said while handing his food over to her, which in return got him an evil glare. 'I felt this wasn't going to be simple,' Seiji thought.

"Yeah, what about him?" Kimika's chopsticks picked up a carrot which was quickly placed in her mouth.

"I invited him over, and was hoping you'd apologize." Kimika practically dropped her chopsticks before she exploded.

"You invited him over?" The desk shook with protest as Kimika's hands pounded on it. And some of their fellow classmates began to back away while their lunches were still intact. She stood up, annoyed with Seiji's temporary loss of brain cells. "He's a complete stranger and you invited him OVER?" She yelled.

"Takasato isn't a complete stranger, we met him today." Seiji's quiet reply seemed pathetic even to his own ears.

"Takasato? When did you become so close to call him Takasato?" Seiji froze in his chair hoping Kimika wouldn't do anything stupid, like fling the table over. She had a horrible temper when she was seriously angry.

"Well, he appeared to be someone I could get along with." And he did have something in common with Takasato, didn't he?

"You've only talked to him for like five minutes! How could you know that?" She had a valid point but Seiji couldn't help but feel that Takasato wasn't just a normal stranger.

"He left a good impression, that's all." How could Seiji get her to understand that they were alike when he didn't even understand it?

"Good impression? Who says that?" Kimika shook her head at him before continuing, "Fine, then you should have gone to a café, not invited him over." There was no response to that because Kimika was right, but it was the first idea that came to Seiji's mind at the time. The other classmates moved back to their seats when Kimika sat down to eat, even with the lingering tension coming off of her.

Lunch had almost ended before Kimika talked to him again. "Fine, I'll do it." She grumpily said to Seiji. His eyes lightened, and his lips weaved into a smile. He was always happy when Kimika did what was right, and felt a sense of pride that he helped her in some way.

Kimika couldn't understand why having this stranger over was such a big deal as she watched her brother rummage through the fridge. He was trying to figure out what Kimika should make for dessert. She personally couldn't understand Seiji's need to be close to this stranger; he seemed weird and creepy to her. "How do we know he's going to come?" Her hand tightened its griped on the kitchen knife she was using to cut the vegetables.

"Takasato said he would." Seiji could be a blind idiot sometimes, and as much as she'd like, Kimika couldn't say any more about him coming over. So she chose to take it out on the food she was cutting, with her brother making suggestions about dessert in the back round.

"Does he even know where we live?" She tossed the knife on the counter and bent over to find a frying pan.

"I gave him my number and told him to call." 'Great,' she thought, 'So we get to wait around for someone who we don't even know will come.' While she waited for the frying pan to warm up, Kimika considered other ways this day sucked when she heard Seiji's phone ring.

"Is that him?" Kimika switched her attention to Seiji, who was trying to wiggle the phone out of his pocket. When he finally managed, he looked at the number then at Kimika.

"I don't know."

"Well pick up the phone before he hangs up." Her anxiety was hard to miss.

"Hello, this is Seiji."

…

"Yes."

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"Yes."

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"Alright, if you go to the main station, I can meet you."

…

"Yes, I'll meet you there soon." He slid his phone back into its place.

"So?" She said, tapping her right foot on the ground.

"I'm going to meet him and bring him back here." He walked to the door and thought better of just leaving without saying goodbye and said, "I'll be back soon." Kimika grunted angrily but went back to cooking without further complaining to her brother.

Seiji was standing outside of the train station waiting to see Takasato get off. Once he spotted him a smile enveloped his face and he waved a hand. "Takasato, over here."

"Hello." In spite of everything, Takasato was talking in the same uncaring tone as earlier. Seiji even noticed that he was still wearing his school uniform, which meant he hadn't been home today.

It would have been a long and awkward walk back to the house without any conversation. It took Seiji some time, and a little bit of luck, before he stumbled onto a topic Takasato actually had an opinion about.

"So what do you like to paint?"

"I just paint what's in my head."

"Really?" The conversation was going to end relatively soon if Seiji couldn't think of another topic. He was beginning to wonder if Takasato actually liked art or if it was just something that he did well. "What do you paint?" Takasato had been staring straight, which seemed like an attempt to keep his eyes averted from Seiji.

"Just what's in my head."

"Like your dreams?" His eyes finally managed to meet Seiji's.

"Yeah, but…" He looked away again distracted by some thought far off in the distance that Seiji couldn't reach. Seiji studied him for a few minutes before intruding on his thought.

"But?"

"It's nothing." Seiji could tell that whatever this thought was, it wasn't nothing. He even wondered if it was the same something that made Takasato feel so nostalgic to him.

"Well if you're worried that I might find you odd, then how about I tell you something peculiar?" Takasato looked at him again. "I believe we're similar, but I can't comprehend why. There is an aspect about you that has a sense of home. It's bizarre because I've never thought of anything as home before, except Kimika that is."

"I think I know the feeling." A hint of a smile began to show on Takasato's face. "I feel like there's an aspect familiar about you too. I can almost see the answer in my mind but it's too far back to recall. It's like my paintings, I feel that what I paint is real but I don't know why. Sugimoto keeps saying I should forget, but I know there is something important that I need to remember." Before Takasato went into another deep thought, Seiji spoke up.

"I'm sure you'll remember if it's really as important as you think." The awkwardness faded away as Takasato had come to accept that Seiji and he weren't so different. Takasato decided to tell Seiji about his dream-like memories, and Seiji was happy to listen.

When the apartment door opened, Kimika jumped off the couch. "Finally you're back. I was wondering if you died or something."

"Takasato, this is my sister Kimika," Seiji said while taking his shoes off and putting his feet in a pair of white slippers. After looking behind him to make sure Takasato closed the door he gave Kimika a quizzical look. "Who's sorry for bumping into you this morning." 'Oh…right.' She thought.

"Hehe…I am really sorry about that. It's just that I have a tendency to snap, especially when I'm running late," Kimika told Takasato with a hint of sarcasim.

"It's fine," Takasato replied.

"And to show how sorry I am, I was wondering if you would join us for dinner." She led the boys to the table where she had put all of the food. "Sorry if it is cold, you guys took a while." They sat down and began eating.

"My sister is a good cook, isn't she?" Seiji was brimming with happiness at his sister's skills.

"Yes, but where are your parents?" Kimika flashed a wicked smile at Takasato, but before she was able to come up with an absurd lie, Seiji answered.

"Our father died a long time ago and mother works late." Kimika gave Seiji a quick glare, but let it drop. "It's just Kimika and me most nights."

"But it's no big deal, after all, I'm such a good cook because mom works late." Seiji was aware of Kimika's growing annoyance for it often happened when their mom or dad got mentioned. The rest of dinner was silent.

"I'm going to walk Takasato back to the train station." Kimika looked at Seiji then stared at Takasato before walking into the kitchen. She was muttering about men never doing the dishes as she went.

"Did I say something?" Takasato inquired. Seiji looked at where Kimika used to be and then at Takasato and shook his head.

"No Kimika is just like that. You just need to ignore her at times." Seiji then walked to the front door. "Shall we go? I know a short cut." Seiji's short cut ran through the park, near the sea. It was poorly lit and to make matters, worse many of the lights began to flicker. Seiji was about to suggest going back to get a flashlight when he noticed Takasato had stopped.

Takasato's attention seemed to drift towards a tree, and Seiji's eyes fallowed. They both became mesmerized by a boy, whose blond hair was beautiful beyond words. His strange clothes which should have been obvious, were masked by his surprising appearance. But when the boy slide down the tree, they were the first part about the boy Seiji noticed.

The boy made his way towards Takasato, his eyes brimming with anger. "I've been looking for you everywhere Taiki. People were beginning to think you were dead." The strange boy noticed Seiji for the first time and gave him a quizzical look. "Who are you?" His face turned from puzzlement to exasperation. "What are you doing here? Honestly, who would think it'd be so hard to keep Taiho out of Hourai?" With a hand placed disapprovingly on his hip, he looked at both of them. "I've come to take you home Taiki, and I should probably take you back too Houki, otherwise Lady Gyokuyou and the Nyosen will yell at me."

"I know you," Takasato said in confused wonder. Seiji turned and looked at him with an observant wondering glance. "But why do I know you?" Takasato seemed to be at a loss of words so Seiji thought hard about this new stranger.

"Was he part of your dreams?" Seiji finally said. Takasato hesitated, giving himself time to think it over.

"I think so…he was." Takasato moved his hand to his head and winced as if it would help him remember something. It must have worked because he then said, "Enki." It was like a light flashed on for him. "It's Enki. I can't believe I forgot about you and about… Gyokuyou. What happened to King Tai?"

"No one knows, Tai has been overrun by Yoma for years now," Enki looked distraught.

"I must go back, I have to find him!" Takasato became frantic and looked like he would do whatever it took to make him closer to seeing this King of Tai again.

"Taiki calm down, I'll create a shoku to take us back. But are you sure you're ready to leave?" Enki asked. Takasato took a quick look at Japan and thought of all that had happened since he got back and nodded his head.

"Yes," he said. Enki then looked at Seiji.

"And you? If you have any goodbyes to make, now is the time because I don't know if you'll ever be able to come back here again." The weight of the situation hit Seiji, he was just asked, no, not asked, told that he was leaving Japan for what could be forever. He had no idea what either boy was talking about, but at the same time, he wanted to go. The truly tragic thing was that Seiji wanted to follow them and didn't even think he'd miss Japan. He glanced at the ocean, then took a good long look at the park and buildings in view and turned to Enki.

"I can't." Seiji finally told Enki.

"Houki, this isn't your home, not really and Hou needs you." Seiji shook his head at Enki, showing he would not change his mind.

"I don't care. I can't leave Kimika alone," was Seiji's final decision. Enki sighed and put his hand on his hip again. He then used his other hand and pointed at Seiji.

"I understand why you don't want to leave but you don't really belong here, and if you were to take this Kimika with you, do you really think she'd be happy?" Enki's words made perfect sense to Seiji. He stood, hypnotized by Enki's words for a while, thinking about it. 'Would Kimika be happy if I took her with me to a strange world?' he thought and found that the more he thought about it, the closer he came to an answer.

'If I was leaving and it was between whether Kimika came or not, she'd be extremely irate if I left her behind,' he thought. He knew there was the possibility she might not be happy in the other world but she would be even more upset if he left her behind. Seiji lifted his head and knew what had to happen; it wouldn't be easy but nothing ever was with his sister.

"If I'm to leave, I won't do it without Kimika," Seiji almost demanded. Enki tilted his head, hand still on his hip, thinking over what Seiji had said.

"Are you sure?" Enki asked. When Seiji nodded, Enki sighed. "Fine, we better get her before we leave then."

With his decision made, the only thing left to do was to get Kimika, which Seiji was not looking forward too. He could hear her complaints already, and yet he knew her answer would be yes.