Spring of my tenth year, I met her-

I remember it as if it happened recently. As if it was fresh and new. I recall everything about her. Her soft and gentle face. Those twinkling purple eyes, so deep and honest I couldn't help feel as if she was reading everything. Her dark hair, almost indigo and tied in braids, looks so light. Her soft and beautiful voice. I remember the day she moved in to the empty house beside ours. I remember every after school we used to buy ice cream and spend time with each other. I remember the spring a year later. I remember how the cherry blossoms followed the wind. At that time, I wasn't expecting anything. At that time, she was riding a van. At that time, I didn't want her to leave.

"I'll be waiting for you, no matter how long it takes!" Were the last words I said to her. Under the blissful sky above me, I never felt so determined to keep that promise. Her name was Nagi di Falso Nebbia. And I fell in love with her in the spring of my tenth year.

Spring of my sixteenth year, she came back-

I blinked sleeply. Someone patted my head and I sat up, yawning.

"Geez, Kyoya," I looked up and saw Motoharu-sensei sighing. "Next time, don't fall alseep. I just entered and that's how you great me?"

"You made Moto-sensei sad, Hibari!" Everyone chuckled. Motoharu-sensei chuckled along them and went back in front. He chattered about school field trip and such. I tapped my finger on my desk. I had the dream again. The dream about my tenth year. I sighed and spaced off outside. What is Nagi doing now? I wonder if we could meet again. Under this vast sky, is she thinking about me, too? At this very moment, does she remember me?

"-And so, please come in," Matsuga-sensei was saying.

"Yes,"

I turned my attention in front. I rested my chin on my hand, feeling the least interested. Then, she appeared in front of me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I forgot everything around me. I didn't care if I was standing. I didn't care if I was interrupting them. All I see is me and her. All I see is Nagi.

"N-Nagi?" I blurted out. I was sure it was her. Her face, her hair, her voice. Everything! Though her hair grew longer and she looked mature, she was still the Nagi I know. "Nagi!"

"Hold on, Kyoya!" Motoharu-sensei called. "Her name is not Nagi,"

What?

Motoharu-sensei turned to Nagi. "Go on," Nagi nodded.

"My name is Chrome di Nebbia,"

What is this nonsense?

"I transferred from Italy. This is my first time here in Japan,"

This is not real.

"Please take care of me," She finished. I couldn't believe it. I slumped back on my chair, still in disbelief. She's lying. No way. She can't be another person.

"Alright," Motoharu-sensei said. "You'll be seating next to Haruna-san,"

"Thank you," She said. She made her way to her seat and sat calmly, not even minding the incident. This is just wrong. She's definitely Nagi.

Lunch finally came and I was in a hurry to talk to Nagi - Chrome. She went outside as soon as the bell rang and I decided to follow her.

"Hey, you," I called as I finally reached her. She turned and my heart fluttered. Her face still looks the same, but her eyes weren't the same before. It wasn't twinkling anymore.

"Oh," She said softly.

"You're definitely Nagi, aren't you?"

She paused. "I don't know what you are talking about," A sharp pain stabbed me inside.

"Then, do you remember me?"

She shook her head. "No," Pain again.

"The spring back when you were ten. Do you remember that?"

"I don't remember anything,"

I couldn't take it anymore. All these events in our morning. All of these feelings being torn apart. I waited for five years. Five messed up years. And now, here she is in front of me. I thought I'd be happy. I thought I'd be with her. I thought these feelings of mine won't go to waste. And yet, here she is in front of me. Forgetting about my existence. Forgetting about our memories. Forgetting what she felt about me. This is not Nagi di Falso Nebbia anymore. In front of me is a stranger who looks like her. She is Chrome di Nebbia. If I could convince that this was not Nagi, would my feelings eventually change? I think it will not. Because I know deep inside me, I'm still hoping she is the Nagi I fell in love with.

"Hibari Kyoya-san?"

I blinked. I got lost in my thoughts, forgetting that she was still in front of me. "I'm sorry I bothered you," I apologized once again and walked away.

I sighed as I drank my coke. I couldn't help replay what happened during lunch. Even though the pain stabs me like a sword, I'd still do it. Why do I insist that she is Nagi? Perhaps she just looks like Nagi. But she's from Italy. Maybe it's a coincidence. But her last name is di Nebbia. Nagi's last name is di Falso Nebbia. I sat up. Maybe she really isn't Nagi. Still, this stupid heart of mine keeps on nagging that she is. The grass rustled behind me and soon a face was looming on top of me. It was Sawada Tsunayoshi, a midget in Class 2-C.

"Hibari-san?" He asked. "What are you doing here?" Sometimes this midget is so nosy I want to bite him to death. I glared at him. He flinched.

"None of your business, herbivore," I muttered, turning to rest on his side.

"But you look kind of down heartened," He blurted out. Sometimes this midget is so straightforward, I really want to bite him into shreds. I decided to smirk and glared at him with cold eyes.

"Do I?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi flinched, obviously not liking my glare. But he frowned, as if he saw through me. I really hate this midget's super intuition. He decided not to push it so he shrugged. "I see, then. By the way, tomorrow, come to the Student's Council's room after class,"

I sat up, surprised by the invitation. "For what?" But Sawada Tsunayoshi was already gone. Now that he mentioned it, he was the Student Council President along with those herbivores from his class. Who were they again? I forgot. I'm pretty sure there was also from Class 2-B. And there was also a freshman who got elected. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

I yawned as I arrived at school. Yesterday put a lot of stress on me and I couldn't get a wink of sleep last night so I'm totally busted for today. Just as I was on the verge of forgetting what happened yesterday, a purple strip of hair flowed at the gate. As expected, it was Chrome. She was talking to one of our classmates. She already made friends, huh. I went past them but someone called me.

"Good morning, Hibari-san!" The girl whom Chrome was talking to greeted. Oh, shit. I don't want to look at her. I can't do it. I glanced at the girl.

"Yo," I muttered and walked very fast. I sighed as I was inside the building already. At the corner of my eye, I saw the girl and Chrome walking itowards the building and still talking. I curse my gifted ears since I was able to hear them talk.

"...that Hibari-san seems to be acting strange, right, Chrome-chan?" My heart beat faster.

"Ah, I think so,"

"Geez, he couldn't even look at me. I'm so disappointed. But that makes him so dreamy, right?"

"Eh? Really?" What the hell is up with that reply?

"Really, Chrome-chan! He's so cool and mysterious. He's so aloof that it makes us girls go crazy,"

"Hmm," Was all Chrome's reply. Geez, that girl! Could she show just a tiny bit of emotion? She didn't even react!

"What do you think about him, Chrome?" The girl asked as they opened their lockers. My ears perked up.

"Eh? Um, I think he's not that bad," Chrome said. That's good, that's good. "Um, and I feel somewhat nostalgic about him," No way. Nostalgic? Does that mean.."But he's a strange person,"

"Ehhhh," The girl pouted. "That's weird, Chrome-chan," They chattered off to the room. He's a strange person. That severed all my hope now. I am a strange person. To Chrome, I am strange. But she did say she feels nostalgic about me. Could it be she remembers me? Could it be that she knows me? These thoughts kept running through my mind as I went to the classroom. Thankfully, Motoharu-sensei wasn't there yet. I glanced at Chrome's seat. She wasn't there. I looked around the room. She wasn't in the room. I shook my head. Her whereabouts are none of my business. As I sat on my seat, the door rattled open.

"Hibari Kyoya-san?" A soft voice called. I looked up. Chrome was standing near the doorway. Her face was flushed since everyone was staring at her. "Come with me please. And alone,"