DISCLAIMER: everyone had one.. SO WHAT THE HELL!!!heres a disclaimer! I dont own Hatori...I dont WANT him.ID mail him to SUBURBIA eighth class if it was up to ME!but nooo, so i dont own him or Kana.DAMMIT! NOOOO ONE TOOO torture!!!!! A tear dropped from his cheek. He tried so hard, not to cry but that tear dared. If he had one, his heart was cut into a million pieces by a razor. When he had finished the hypnosis, her body had slumped dejectedly in the snow, all the old habits of hers, childish ones like wearing oversized, pink, fluffy slippers around her apartment or the sad ones like biting her lip when she cried, came back to him. His tears snuck from the careful walls he kept them up in and overflowed, he sobbed openly and flung himself onto the sofa. Like a small child, the sobs racked him and he shook with the power of sadness, no mother to care, no Kana to kiss his tears away, only the wind and rain outside, pounding and screaming at his door and windows. He dried his face off and hugged his knees to himself awkwardly. Slowly, he hummed the stanza of a long, slow song Kana always sang, her voice haunting him. The memories of her sweet, clear voice when she had sung it stung. He closed his eyes. And for a minute, he could hear her voice, feel her hand, and smell her perfume. He opened his eyes, hoping to see her, but instead, the spell was broken and so was his heart, he buried his face in his hands and shut himself up alone and scared, no one to tell him they loved him, no Kana to laugh happily. Only Akito, to smirk at the wedding ring with the diamond, in a red, velvet box, in a dusty closet, forgotten. 'Till the memory stings Hatori. Ah, yes, how interesting. thanx to ALLE K. for inspiration. I DONT KNOW!!! DONT ASK! i fell on my face as i always do and it came cuz torturing hatoris WAY fun!aaand i was at school, it caaame.REVIEW!!!PLEEEASEEEE!THANX ... LOVES TO YOU!