It was cold.

Which was something to be expected in the winter season. At home, Sora, Arashi, and Yuzariha would all be celebrating. Sora would keep wanting to come after him, but Arashi would tell him to leave me be right then.

He'd thank Arashi later for holding him back. Right now, he just wanted to sit on this cold bench with just his high school uniform on, the one from where Kotori and Fuuma went- had gone to school, minus the jacket and with a black scarf strangely entangled about his neck.

Maybe if he took it off, he could freeze to death right here and not have to face his destiny. Maybe he could get the best Christmas present of all and have everything... go.. back...

He wiped his eyes angrily, pissed at himself for just sniveling like that. What kind of tough guy was he to just break out in tears? As his fingers touched his face, he realised how cold they were. Maybe he really would freeze to death.

But his angst drew someone to him. Always a shadow to him, a counterpart. When Kamui was so deeply sad, he would come. He would come just so he could further rip appart everything that meant anything to him.