Once again--ideas comes in as a strange thing. --U, sigh. I know, "Too many fics--not enough completion...". I just like to give out my ideas before someone else does.

This piece of inspiration came in when while I was watching the music video My Immortal by Evenesance. Beautiful song, and emotional (sniff) If you need a good cry, look for this song. Another inspiration was Full Moon wo Sagashite, not the anime, but the manga. If anyone ever noticed, I'm a major Arina Tanemura fan. And another one is the storyline of Miss Saigon, that's how you spell it, right? Anyway, this series is not mine but in their respective owners. And I will not be the same storyline of any of them, they were just my inspiration.

If you want a real grasp of how this story's gonna turn out, watch the music video of My Immortal.

I deleted Never Wanting to Leave You because well-- this story is mostly the same. Plus I had lack of interest for that one anyway. Author Notes aren't allowed until the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Bandaged Ghost

She is out there, men.

She's out there gallivanting without a care in the world.

Our job is to stop her, kill her, extinguish her.

She is the reason why this world will fall into eternal darkness.

Yamato looked out side the window of the car door. He examined the background outside. The sun was about to leave its place in the sky and slowly slept in a blanket of warm blended colors of red, orange, yellow and beige. Yamato grunted at the sight. It was possibly because of the music in his headphones or maybe the memories they have given him. He tried to shake the feeling off.

He returned to his music echoing in his headphones.

Yamato's father was next to him, driving. He wasn't the type of father that would tell you stories every bedtime. He was more of a "I'll-see-you-later-which-means-never" type of fellow. He wasn't known for responsibility. In fact, Yamato hardly believe he had any. Yamato wasn't his concern. Yamato would often survive by himself, if he had to.

"Don't you think the music is too loud?" Hiroaki began the conversation. Silence. The only words were the lyrics coming from the tunes. In reply, Yamato's head made little movement signifying the beat of the song. This didn't annoy his father, just choosing to ignore his father did, "HEY!!" Hiroaki stopped the car causing a heavy shrieking noise, "What the heck is your problem, kid?! I'm justtrying to have a conversation with you."

Yamato wrinkled his nose as a brow lifted. He noticed that his noise canceling headphones were gone from his head and began feeling around for it. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you purposely trying to screw my life over?" Yamato snapped as he looked for the headphones that fell from his head.

"I'm trying to make our lives better!!" Hiroaki snapped back. Yamato found a familiar shape of his headphones and smiled. Hiroaki saw this and yanked the item from his son's hands.

"Wha?!" Yamato blinked, "Give that back, old man!!" Yamato saw the glare his father was giving and just crossed his arms, "Fine, don't give it back! I really don't care."

Hiroaki paused, "Listen, son..."

"Do I look like I want to be called that now?!" Yamato's sarcasm hit.

"I know that I haven't been there a lot," Hiroaki continued, "For you, or your brother, or...you're mother, but I still care. I want to make a brand new start!"

"So that's why we're moving far away from Heiten View Terrace?! That's why we're are living in a God forsaken place called Odaiba?! You know, just drive. I want to go 'home' and get some things done." Yamato turned away, sounding irritated. His father just stared blankly. He knew his son was mad but not that much. He dropped the subject and continued to move on.

The tires screeched to a stop. Yamato opened his door as soon as the car stopped. Yamato took a long gaze upon the house before him. It was a beach house in a fading yellow color. The sense it gave out was appealing and so relaxing that Yamato couldn't keep his eyes away from it. Besides the color, the design and the shape of the house were quite interesting. The house seemed fairly large; a three story type of house. It had a deck on the second floor, which seemed pretty interesting. Yes, I'd say it was a pretty, nice house.

"Yamato, what are you staring at?" Hiroaki called as he shut his door.

"At the house...?" Yamato replied sarcastically.

"That isn't our house," Yamato raised his eyebrow, "That's our house." He pointed. Yamato's eyes followed the direction of his father's finger. His eyes were lead to the house next to the house he was staring. It was the same house but brown. Woah, wait a minute. Brown?

"You choose the color, brown, as our house color?" Yamato turned to see the other houses, "Everyone else choose exciting colors like red, light blue, white, yellow, even beige, BUT BROWN?!"

"It's just a house color, son," His father explained, "Besides, we can always paint it."

"Dear God, why me?" Yamato grieved to himself. He followed the intentions of his father by unloading the luggages in the car. He felt the wind behind hind his back, but somehow it felt more. He turned around and tried to follow where his senses were leading him. His eyes were led to a dark figure on the deck, which he thought was his house.

The figure was sitting on the ledge, with its clothes flapping with power from the wind. Even though the figure was dark, he was able to see a crafty smile from it. Interested in the sight, Yamato kept his gaze for a few minutes.

"Oi, are you going to help me or not?" Yamato didn't reply, "YAMATO!!"

"Fine," Yamato yelled back shifting a glare to his father, "I'm following you dammit!!" Yamato turned back towards his "eye-staring contest", but his adversary had left.

'Strange neighbor...' He thought as he took hold of baggage and left.

"Is it he?" The figure whispered to herself staring at Yamato once more, from another distance. "Is he the one for I've been waiting for?"

"Otou-san?!" Yamato yelled across the new house, "Otou-san?" He continued to yelled waiting for the reply. Yet there wasn't one. Yamato sighed a silent curse to himself, as he started to look for his father. He continued to yell out his name till he found his father in the living room lying down on the couch with an open bottle of beer, "I'm going out."

"Fine." His father didn't look at him. He never removed his head from the pillow that his face was...facing. Yamato lifted his eyebrow and continued, "I'm never coming back, ever!"

"Fine."

"I'm going to hook up with some prostitutes..."

"Fine."

"I'm going to sell my body too."

"Fine."

Yamato sighed, "I'm going to take the beer."

"DON'T!!" He jolted up. Yamato smacked his head with his palm to show the stupidity he was currently living in.

"I'm going out." Yamato sighed as he took off his house slippers, then replacing it with sneakers. He was about to turn the knob till he heard his father's last cry.

"You weren't going to take the beer, right?" He spoke, maybe drunk.

"No," Yamato sighed, before shutting the door really hard, "I wasn't going to take the beer. Geez," Yamato sighed again as he stepped out door, "I told him that I was about to get raped by prostitutes and he worries about the beer." Yamato turned locked the door till he heard a refreshing click. He saw to his left a beach that seemed very serene and calm. He smiled to himself and thought of what he had wanted to do.

He walked into the beach and let the soft grain allow his feet to sink. He continued to walk along the beach listening to the lyrics of his music. He pressed play on his mp3 player and read the letters in marquee Siam Shade- One Third no Junjou na Kanjou. He listened to the guitarist play the chords one by one and sang in fusion.

"Kowareru hodo aishitemo sanbun no ichi mo tsutawaranai, Junjou na kanjou wa karamawari I love you sae ienaideiru my heart translation for those who don't really know the importance of the song, (1)" Yamato sang out loud, not realizing what he was doing. He closed his eyes as he continued to sing.

The beat and the lyrics became engrossed in his mind. He swayed his head and made very vivid movements.

"Woah!!" Yamato fell on his face, flat. The mp3 player was removed from his hand and landed to an unknown space. He lifted face off from the sand. He spat out the access sand off of his mouth. Feeling pissed, he tried to stand up and faced the cause of his humiliation, "What the heck was your problem?"

His eyes laid upon a girl wearing a faded white, somewhat torn dress and torn ribbons wrapped around her feet and hands. Her eyes were unmistakeably deep brown almost like she was empty. The girl looked around and saw that Yamato had dropped his mp3 player. She took the mp3 from the sand and dusted it off. She handed the item back to Yamato who just watched her.

"Arigatou," He stared at his mp3 player, as she handed it back to him. Yet in one touch of her hand, Yamato realized that she was cold. He couldn't help but stare at his fingers that she had touch and still felt the chilly presence. He elevated his head to see that the girl had already left. Wait, the girl-- left? But he was talking to her only two seconds ago. Yamato shook the thoughts off his mind, "Alrighty, I need to cut down the volume. ." He finished sarcastically.

He picked himself up and dusted. He continued to sing as he walked down the beach. He turned once more to make sure that he wasn't just hallucinating. Still, there was nothing. Yamato shrugged the idea off and continued to walk.

Little did he know, she was hiding in a corner seeing the blonde teenager continue to mind his business, "He doesn't seem to remember anything about me. How could he forget? He promised me..." She silently cried to herself, holding back her feelings, "Probably because I haven't seen him for over three years! Hai, that's it! That's the reason why he doesn't remember. I should remind him right away." She exclaimed happily as she left the scene.

"I'm home!" Yamato's voice echoed through the house. Yet, there was no reassuring voice that reminded him that someone was home. Maybe the voice should be his dad? Yamato made an aggravated sigh, "Here we go again." Yamato searched. The living room, nope. Kitchen, nope. Bedroom, nope. Bathroom, nope. Under the bed? Nope. Where is he? Dammit WHERE IN HELL ARE YOU?!"

"Don't yell so loud, I'm trying to enjoy the scenery." He finally heard his father's voice. He slowly traced the voice downstairs where the dinning room was. He continued with the his father's humming sounds and was led to a balcony outside. He opened the sliding door and saw his father sitting on a chair crossing his legs on the banister of the balcony, enjoying the view presented.

"You were here all this time?" Yamato asked as he examined his father's surroundings.

"You're lucky I'm not sober yet. Otherwise, you'd be in big trouble." Hiroaki chuckled.

"So what if you are, you wouldn't know what to do anyway." Yamato commented as he took out a chair and sat about two yards away from his father.

"Look, Yamato," His father spoke softly, "I know you miss your mom and brother a lot too and I can't blame you. After all, your mother and I are divorced--"

"You don't have to try to get all sentimental..." Yamato crossed his arms focusing his sight on the slowly disappearing sun. He knew that his father means well, but his father was drunk. Hell, even if he was sober, Yamato was sure that his father wouldn't know how approach the subject.

"I just want to--"

"The sun had set. Did you eat? I'm going to bed." Yamato said, all in one minute. He picked himself and left the deck. Hiroaki stared at his son's last place and sighed.

'Otou-kun doesn't know what the meaning of being his son means,' Yamato grunted in his mind as he continued to go to his room, 'No one understands...'

3:00 AM, flashed in a bright crimson red. It was at that time of the night Yamato kept shifting in his bed back and forth. He would turn side-to-side, plop this way and that. There was a creaking sound that kept his ears occupied. Errr-eeekkkk; errrrrrr-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk. What the hell could that be? His bed seemed to be the most likely candidate. If only the fact that would have proved it right, was that the bed wasn't that old to hear those kinds of spring noises.

"Dammit," Yamato got up, from his pale blue covers, reveling his white shirt and semi-messy hair. Yamato's eyes were somewhat narrow and had little dark circles to complete that animeish-slash-man-who-didn't-have-any-sleep-what-so-ever look. His eyes searched the room for another possible solution-- chair, door, computer, and window? Hold on, the window! He noticed the sounds were coming from outside, "Who the hell is that?" There wasn't any shadows there.

Yamato removed the covers from his body, revealing his dark blue-checkered pajamas. He lifted his weak body from the bed and slid his feet into his slippers. He walked in a shaky way. He scratched the back of head as he knew understood the meaning, and also because of a slight irritation. I mean, heck, it is late and he was supposed to attend a new school later on.

Before he opened the door, he sighed once more. He slid the door to find the same girl that made him literally swallow sand last afternoon. She was pacing back and forth fiddling with her thumbs and saying little notes to herself. It took her merely five minutes to notice that he was staring at her. She bolted up and panicked to herself.

"May I help you?" He raised an eyebrow. Yet, he only received her quick stammering and strange gestures, "Lady, are you aware that it is three o'clock in the morning? And there are some people who actually want to sleep?"

"Gomen nasai, gomen nasai!!" She panicked even louder making her jump out of her nerves, which made Yamato confused even more, "I-I-I just wan-wanted to see if yo-you were al-al-alright."

"I fine, now Oyasumi (2)." He finished as he continued to closed the door. The girl caught on with his actions and blocked her hand, attempting to prevent him from sliding the door shut.

"I-I have to talk to you."

"Oyasumi..." Yamato continued, ignoring her plea.

"Matte yo (3)!!" She shrieked as he stopped hearing her pitch-high voice. He massaged the areas of his head hoping to regain his hearing, "Gomen, I--"

"What is it you want, lady?"

The girl stopped as the word lady circled her mind. He had just called her lady. He had just called her lady, "Tachikawa Mimi..."

"Heh?"

"Tachikawa Mimi!"

"And this is important to me because...?"

"MY NAME IS TACHIKAWA MIMI!!" She yelled once more. Yamato just stood there, waiting for something to happen, "You don't remember, don't you?"

"What I don't remember is how you got up here in the first place! I know for a fact that this house is three stories high, there isn't a tree or even a drain for you to climb up here. So what I wanna know is, what the hell are you doing here?"

Mimi remained silent, and turned away from Yamato's glare. She purposely did that so that he wouldn't see her tears, "My name is Tachikawa Mimi--"

"I got that..."

"And I died three years ago."

Yamato raised his eyes to her, 'She's dead.' He thought to himself, 'Wait a minute, SHE'S DEAD?!' He started to shake, "If you're dead, and you're still here wouldn't that make you a gho--?!"

"Ghost... is not a word I like to use. Just... try wondering spirit." She sighed as she expected the same reaction. She head turned around, slowly. She wanted to make sure that Yamato feel a serene peace between them both as the moon solemnly glisten between them both.

Unfortunately, he felt otherwise. "Well," Yamato started, "This is sort of awkward. Ahhmmm...I see that you want to be alone so... Night..." And with that Yamato slid the door closed. Mimi turned stared at the door with a wrinkled brow and pouted lips.

'She's a ghost, huh?' He thought to himself as he went back to bed as the warmth of the blanket kept his company, 'I guess that explains the reason why she was so cold and there wasn't a shadow...But then again, this is probably a dream. A stupid, worthless, meaningless dream.' With that final thought, Yamato went to sleep.

The sun magnified through the shades of Yamato's window, causing his to groan out of annoyance. He shifted his back to the opposite side of the bed where the sun was less harsh. With that, he slowly opened his eyes and saw something that never seemed possible. His eye widened as he exclaimed in fright and jolted as he fell to the floor.

Mimi raised her body up to see the incident that had occurred. Her eyes were somewhat heavy and unable to control. It was in a half-and-half deal whether to close or open. She shifted her head side-to-side, unable to detect what had happened, "Heh? What happened? What are you doing down there...?"

Yamato stood up in a jolted and pointed directly to Mimi as he started to stutter. His father had heard the 'explosion' and bolted through the door, "Yamato, wha-what happened?"

"Th-that over there!" He continued to stutter as his father started to raise an eyebrow. He turned towards the direction that his son was pointing to. On the other hand, there was nothing there to begin with. He had seen his bed, his blanket, and his pillow. Nothing out of the ordinary

"Okay, son. You're just having the 'new school jitters'. Just change into your uniform. If you are late, I can't drop you off. I gotta work." His father chuckled as he closed the door leaving Yamato with his mouth open.

'Uhhh-- hello?' He thought to himself, 'Does anyone here see that there is a girl in my bed? And may I repeat--IN MY BED?! That's just wrong! And since when did he ever remember to bring me to school?'

"Huh?" Mimi turned and saw Yamato's blank face. She easily recognized it and smiled, "Ohayou!!" She jumped and floated towards Yamato.

"Stay back," Yamato stepped back as Mimi's levitation speed came to a stop. He looked at the distance between them both and decided to take it to his advantage.

"Doushite?" Mimi pouted.

"Because..." Yamato paused finding a reasonable answer, "Uh...um-- I want to ask...you...um...some--some...questions? Hai, some questions!! I wanted to ask you some questions!!"

"Oh, I see," Mimi smiled folding her legs over the other, "Go ahead and ask!"

"Let's see," Yamato whispered, "Ah...why couldn't my Otou see you?"

"Well, from my observation, it seems that some people have been able to see me. I haven't been able to fully understand why, but I think it's because you touched me. Remeber, in the beach? That's why I purposely gave you your mp3 player back."

"Okay, um..." Yamato continued, "Um... how did you know me? Because I don't remember you."

"I asked you if you remembered me? You're the one who made that promise to me, three years ago!!"

"What promise?!" Yamato asked in horrified facial expression, "I don't recall promising anything!!"

"Before you left this city, you promised me that next time we meet we would be together... forever!!"

"Obviously, I don't have time for any of this. I have to get ready for school." Yamato sighed as he opened his closet and pulled out his uniform. He walked to his bed and placed the garments down. He removed his white shirt revealing his white undershirt and that's when he realized there was something wrong. He turned around and saw Mimi staring at him, "Okay, does the words 'boy-changes-clothes-equals-privacy' mean anything to you?"

"Nope." Mimi said so straightforward. "I've been wondering around for a while. Trust me, there's nothing new."

"Get out." Yamato retorted plainly causing the girl to pout. With that said, she sank down and ghosted through the floor.

"I'm leaving!" Yamato closed the door of his house and sighed. Hiroaki heard his cry and looked out the door making sure his son was actually leaving and not going off somewhere else. As he watched his son, he noticed his strange behavior. Mimi came floating after him as Yamato made an even louder sigh. "And no, you may not follow and pester me."

Mimi groaned, "Aww! Why not?"

"I don't want a ghost hovering over me the whole day!"

"So that's what you think I'll do alday? Just hover over you?" Mimi waved her hands.

"What else would you do?! I'm gonna ignore you." Yamato snapped back, giving Mimi an idea.

"Okay..." Mimi sighed as she slowly turned her face away, grinning. Yamato caught her gesture and facial expression and knew one thing, it wasn't going to be safe.

"What the hell are you planning on doing?"

"Nothing..."

"Dammit, woman! I can tell you are those type of women who just love doing mischievous things when things don't go according to plan, aren't you?"

"Would it actually matter?" Mimi raised her brow.

They continued to argue as Hiroaki still stared as his son. He saw that Yamato was yelling the thin air around him. His eyebrows raised in confusion as he added some hand gestures, like pretending to clench someone's collar or even shaking as if you're making them dizzy. Really... what the hell is his son smoking? He eventually shook the idea off and continued to prepare himself for work.

"You know what I don't have time for this. I need to get to school--" Yamato snapped as he took his school bag on his hand and tossed the thing over his shoulder. He continued to walk until Mimi popped out of nowhere before him.

"Mimi wants to go! Mimi wants to go!" She cheered.

"Okay, let me think," Yamato said sarcastically as he held his free index finger and thumb on the frame of his chin, "Uh--no!"

"Yamato-kun!!" Mimi squealed. Yamato ignored her pleas and continued walking. She called his name again and again, with the sense of force. Sooner or later, Yamato was out of her sight. Mimi crossed her arms and folded her legs and groaned, 'Ooh...with all the nerve! Ignoring me like I'm some type of...ghost!' Mimi had caught her words and sweatdropped.

Yamato entered through the gates of his school, Odaiba Pier Academy. He noticed the attention he got from everyone's stare. What exactly is everyone the looking at? Is it because the fact that he was new or was it because they doubted the idea of him being fully Japanese, nevertheless, he was a pure blonde. He continued to walk as more and more people stared at him. What? He wasn't any different. He was wearing the white blouse, gray pants, and green blazer-like sweater. Sure his tie was properly tied but doesn't make them stare at you for a long time, right?

'What the heck is everyone's problem?' Yamato said in his thoughts. He stormed into the school and wanted to the office, where he was supposed to meet his tour guide and fellow classmate. They assured him that his tour guide would have similar qualities and favorites as him. He expected someone that he would agree on. Someone that would be, you know, his best friend. And the guy that's waiting for him wasn't someone he thought it would be.

It was a guy, that's for sure. He was wearing the uniform without a tie. He had messy chocolate brown hair. And his facial expression showed that he was a real slacker. I mean, hey, the dude had a goofy grin. Don't take as a bad thing-- that's a good thing about Taichi He caught notice of Taichi and smiled, "Konichiwa! The name's Yagami Taichi! I'm in your classes."

"Ohh, goody." Yamato sighed, sarcastically, as he followed Taichi around. He noted the white walls, flawless paint-ins of the corners and the marble-like floor that truly caught its glow. Surely, this was a very sophisticated school.

"I never got your name."

"It's Ishida Yamato. Listen, I'm not really the...buddy-buddy type of person."

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are a very, very negative person?"

"Several," Yamato replied turning his gaze.

"Wait a minute," Taichi took out some keys, "I have to get something from this room." She separated the keys to one with a white strip on it. He turned to open the lock. He flickered the lights on and walked into the room. Yamato followed him. It was a fairly sized room, painted in the shade of blue. It had cabinets around the room and computer in a corner and a table with chairs in the middle.

"What is this room?" Yamato asked still examining its features.

"Oh, this?" Taichi came back with some papers and two cans of soda. He saw Yamato's face and smiled, "Well, this... is my club's meeting room."

"You have your own club?" Yamato received Taichi's gift, the soda can. He opened the can and drank it. He gave a refreshed sigh as he leaned against the table.

"Hai," Taichi made is his trademark, cocky smile as he scratched behind his head, "This is only a hobby. My true passion is soccer. I only do this when soccer is not in season."

"So what club is this, anyway?" Yamato asked as the thought of his club would be somewhat amusing. He took a sip of his drink, thinking of the possibilities.

Taichi replied with a sigh, "Spirited-Ghost Club..."

PPPFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! Yamato's drank came flying out of his mouth. Taichi looked at him with shock as the words "excuse me" would be appropriate at the time. 'Damn, did he just say ghost?'

"Are you okay?" Taichi asked as his eyes held his expression. Yamato bent down and coughed as he slowly thought of the annoying Mimi he tried to get away from. Yamato jolted back up and made a fake smile.

"Fine-- just fine..."

"I wanna meet one," Taichi sighed as he finished his drink and faced Yamato, "It's been a dream of mine since I was a kid, second, compared to soccer champ."

Yamato laughed nervously, "Really?"

"Course! That's why I started this club. I wanted people to join in who have the same interest. There are many things spirits and ghosts are capable of. They can sense emotions, ghost through solid objects, and can live for eternity! It would seem almost impossible to be away from them."

"You gotta be kidding me," Yamato mentally slapped his head.

"Hey, Ishida-kun," Taichi turned his face towards Yamato, "Do you think there are such things as spirits and ghosts?"

"Well, do you honestly believe," Yamato started out sarcastically, "Think I would believe in-- a ghost?!" Yamato exclaimed wide-eyed after seeing a certain chestnut-haired ghost of his own. She hung upside down from the ceiling behind Taichi's head.

"Konichiwa..." She whispered as she made a slight wave to Yamato. He stood motionless as his eyes were left blank and his skin turned pale.

"Didn't I just ask you that question?" Taichi asked as he left his drink on the table as he waved his fingers in front of Yamato, "Hell--ooo?" He said in a singing tone, "Hell--oo?"

"Wo-would you repeat that?" Yamato returned to his conscience, "I-I mean, what would happen if you found someone that knew where to find one?"

"Then Someone should join!" Taichi retorted as Yamato started to open the door, "Where are you going?"

"I--I need to go to the bathroom," Yamato replied adding a fake laugh, "I need to wash my MIMI(4). Oh yes, and thanks for the drink!" And with that closed the door. Mimi understood the message and ghosted through the wall to meet Yamato outside.

Taichi felt a sudden twitch and turned around after Mimi had left. He turned back and shook off the idea, "He needs to wash his ear? More importantly, does he even know where the bathroom is?"

Mimi went after Yamato. He led her to the rooftop. When she arrived, Mimi eyed Yamato that was walking around in circles with his hands on his sides. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" Mimi smiled as he floated after Yamato with her white dress trailing after her. "If you were trying to play charades, I have to tell you, I'm very bad at it."

"You!!" Yamato led her behind a wall away from any chance of being caught, "What are you doing here?"

"I want to make sure that Yamato-kun is alright!!"

"Never call me that..." He glared, "I remember telling you exactly that I don't want to be followed!"

"Nope-- you said just hovered over!" She replied smiling.

"Why you--!"

"Ishida! Where the hell are you?" Taichi exclaimed as he busted through the door. Yamato stiffened hearing his voice.

'Dammit! Why above all times, there has to be a flaw in my life?' Yamato mentally slapped himself. He peeked though the sides to determine how to escape the scene. He turned to his left, nope. He turns to the right, nah-ah. Crap, 'If he sees Mimi, not only will I be pestered-- God, I don't to think of the possibilities...'

Yamato made an American curse loud enough for Mimi to hear. She raised her eyebrow in confusion, "Yamato-kun, I have a question!"

"Not now, Mimi, I have to get out of here," Yamato sat behind the wall, still thinking of a plan, 'How do I get away without being seen?'

"Yamato-kun," Mimi whined. Yamato made his glare stronger as he shushed her, "I wanna know, what does the word 'shit' mean?" She asked in reference to the word he said before.

If we let her live,
there will be no salvation.

(1) Even if my love reaches the breaking point, 1/3 of it won't reach. My true feelings are just spinning on air, my heart isn't even saying "I love you"--Straight from Ruroini Kenshin soundtrack.
(2) Good Night
(3) Stop it!
(4) play of words-- mimi in Japanese means 'ear'