If my memory is not playing a trick on me, I can vaguely remember it was 6 o'clock, more or less. It was in the middle of summer, so I got to see the sunset. Well, through the windscreen of my car. The street was crowded and the traffic jam was terrible, so really, I, ever once in a while, would kick myself for always driving to that place instead of just going to the nearby ones. But then again, I like it there, quiet and the staff are skillful as well. After catching a brief glance of the mirror and saw my bangs, I agreed with my decision. An important meeting was being held the following week and I was busy for the rest of the other days. Seeing that it was Sunday, I had no choice but to ruining a perfect day off where I could have lay lazily on bed with my blanket on, a cup of hot chocolate in my hand while the air conditioner was on by picking up the key, driving all the way to my regular hairdresser's salon.

I ignored the nth heavy sigh of exhaustion emitted from my mouth as my hands that were gripping the steering wheel loosened. I stared at the standstill of cars' lines and at the bright red light, awaiting the flashing green one. After a torturing hour of hooters, my car managed to cross the white line and freely move on the broad road. I decreased the speed when the said salon was in my field of vision, thankfully. I parked my car at the parking space just across the street and walked my way to the salon. As I pushed the door opened, the familiar bell rang and the face of the receptionist brightened up upon seeing me. All of the sudden, a person ran towards me, blond hair swayed gently in the air and eyes filled with excitement.

" Akashicchi!"

Out of the blue, his pair of arms wrapped around my neck very loosely. This man was just too...oblivious of the surrounding. All the guests' eyes were on us, probably thinking of many nonsense assumptions which I could not blame them for that. He was Kise Ryouta, the owner here, a person who showed no sense of proper behaving with an acquainted man. He was definitely nice, especially towards me, but he was sadly not my favourite.

"Kise. People are looking, be more decent, would you?"

I murmured to him when my hands found their way to his and without any form of warning, gave them a lesson.

" Ouch!"

He jolted in pain as I gave him a squeeze of the hand. Grasping the idea, he silently withdrew his hands while making a face.

" You are too cold."

He said as he rubbed his hands to ease the pain.

"And you're acting like a child."

I looked over his shoulder and stared at the store. It was not crowded, only a few staff were occupied. I adverted my eyes to his golden irises and asked:

" Since you're rather free, would you mind giving me a haircut?"

Kise seemed to daze out for a while and a faint smile appeared on his beautiful face as a mean of response. Of course he would personally cut my hair, we were best friends since middle school after all. But it is always good to ask.

Without a word, he pointed at a chair across the room, the last one it was and had me walk there while he told the girl to rearrange his appointment.

" Sorry if I happen to ruin your plans with the customers."

I apologised as he wrapped a white cloth around me and adjusting my face to the right angle.

" It's fine."

And that put a temporary end to our small talk as he began to move the scissors along my red locks. I really could not jiggle and had to stay still which was, to be honest, boring. My eyes began to wander to every place shown on the mirror. The lady sat diagonally to me stood up and left the salon with a somewhat beautiful wavy long hair. It might have been perfect if it was not withered because of the lack of care. She was the last one, I thought to myself. And so for a milisecond, I was convinced that there was nothing or no one left for me to at least look at and therefore I was uninterested again. But then I caught a sight where I could not help myself but to jerk.

" What is it ?"

Kise asked with great confusion on his face.

" My apologies, please proceed."

" OK."

He reluctantly carried on and was left wondering if there was a problem with me. But I was alright, nothing was wrong with me. It was just...where did she come from?

With her back at me, a girl was sitting symmetrically at me without me noticing. Like that of a ghost, it was as if she just popped out of nowhere so as to give me a fright. After calming down and adapting to her presence, I actually observed her rather carefully. The hairdesser was not doing a very good job. The young girl's face was blank, but I could spot a certain amount of annoyance on it as the staff struggled to hold a lock of her hair and cut it unproffesionally, as if she was an apprentice. But enough about that unskillfulled person. The girl herself who apparently had no presence was quite fair, but not very attractive. Pale white skin and deep blue eyes made her appearance resembled a simple yet well-thought-out doll. But it might be the doll that was the least likely for you to purchase from the shop. Reflecting on the wide mirror, I gazed at her very short blue hair that was no different from a boy. It was messy, it was sparse. Seeing it had you sympathise her, because it was certain that this girl suffered from an illness.

Untill now, I still have no idea if she was aware of my fixed gaze on her face or not because her countenance, from when I first eyed her to the moment she left, remained blank and unexpressive. To what seemed like a carve into my mind, her fragile figure stood up from her seat and vacated the store, undisturbingly. I paid no attention to my new look that my friend was proud of and subconsciously started my car and drove home. I did not understand why, but I just could not erase her image out of my memory. The girl whose voice and name I knew nothing about. Heaving another sigh, I was worried about what I just got myself into.