This is also entitled as my already existing work, but I translated it to english. Since it's not my native tongue, please tell me if you find something weird going on. I hope you enjoy.

TRACK 1

There's a light that never goes out - The Smiths

"Ue-sama", read out loud one of the highschoolers standing in front of a sign made in childish handwriting, with the picture of a cute lost kitten, "some people sure have a really weird taste on pet names".

"C'mon, Yama-chan!" scoffed another girl with middle straight hair and glasses, "you can't really talk about weird names, you name your dog after Zenny's singer!"

"What is wrong with you, Ami-chan!?" retorted the first girl, tall with short, light brown hair, "Zenny's are like gods!"

"Of course not! Hyakkyakou are the ones that are godlike!"

"What do you think, Hiyori-chan?!" asked both girls to the third one, still lingering in how sad was the fact that such a small kitty went lost. When she looked at her friends, the magenta hue in her eyes told them that she really wasn't paying the slightest attention to what they were saying.

"I… think Ue-sama is a really pretty name" Hiyori doubted, shifting her scarf over her neck and freeing some tresses of hair from underneath it. Ami and Yama let out a resignation huff.

"Hiyori-chan is always in her own little world, isn't she?" laughed Ami.

"Sorry, Hiyori, it was actually our fault to make such a stupid question" added Yama, with a bit of embarrasement. Hiyori kept looking at them with wide eyes, completely lost. The three girls kept walking.

It was a cold day at the end of autumn. The kind of cloudy day in which you would usually expect snow at any moment. Hiyori looked from behind to both her friends. They were really close since middle school, but lately, however, she felt like with each passing day she was falling behind. Like today, for example, she was incapable of understanding the subject they were talking about completely, and it happened more frequently than before. Ami and Yama helped in what they could but sometimes it was certainly too hard to explain the backstory of absolutely everything they said. Hiyori, after all, since always had been a special child. And even when at first things went out smoothly for her, lately she was beginning to realize being special was making everything way more complicated day by day after.

She was the kind of girl who never had to struggle for anything at all. Her father was the headmaster of the Iki's general hospital, her family hospital, and having only one older brother that apparently was destined to follow the steps of all men in her family, Hiyori was never involved in the usually serious conversation about what did she wanted to become as an adult. And instead, her mother was determined to have her educated as a perfect little role model of a nice family girl.

Since then, Hiyori basically had no time for distractions. Ikebana, traditional dance, ballet, piano lessons, painting lessons. Every activity it was considered great for a good girl to have knowledge in, her mother listed her, and was her guide even when she did had time to spare, deciding even over TV programs she could see.

"Hiyori-chan? Hi-yo-ri-chan!"

"Huh? Oh! I'm sorry Ami-chan! I got a little distracted, sorry, what were you saying?"

Ami and Yama laughed again. "You're kind of a sleepwalker, don't you?" teased Ami-chan.

"We were just asking if it was possible for you to make us a space in that clumped agenda of yours to go shopping after school" helped Yama.

"Shopping huh?"

"You know" said Ami, "go to the mall, try ridiculous clothes on, maybe eat some ice cream, the usual normal human girl stuff"

Hiyori smiled, a little bit ashamed but also somewhat hurt. "Next Tuesday my Ikebana class is going to cancel, so I can ask mother if I can go out with you guys"

Both her friends smiled and did a little dance while continuing with their way. Yama insisted on the subject: "But seriously, Hiyori-chan, don't you think your routine is way too… stiff?"

"I don't know what you mean, Yama-chan" Hiyori answered plainly, "I have enough time left to study, do the assignments and sleep fairly well".

Yama laughed a bit. "I mean time to relax, to rest, to hang out with us…"

"Or without us!" interrupted Ami-chan with amusement.

"Yeah, yeah! I mean, you're sixteen, Hiyori, and you're not even allowed to watch TV by yourself".

"W-well that's… Uhm…" blabbed Hiyori without any actual argument against them.

"At school you don't get distracted, not even a little" added Ami, in the middle between joking and worried, "Is there even anyone you like? I mean in real life, obviously, because Jared Padalecki doesn't count."

"But I told you that's not true!" Hiyori squealed.

"Nobody looks at the screen the way you do when he's in it! Imagine what your mother would say if she finds out you come to my house to study with Netflix full volume on my living room!"

"My daughter is getting mundane hobbies!" Yama cried, trying to fake Hiyori's mother's voice.

"This is such a disgrace to our family!" followed Ami in the same mood.

"Now stop it! You kinda do sound just like her and this is getting too weird!"

The three girls laughed and kept walking.

"So, Hiyori?" Yama insisted "is there anyone you do like?"

"Hummm…" said Hiyori, thoughtfully, making a genuine effort, "let me think…"

She gave up after a couple minutes. In fact, she didn't even knew how it should felt liking someone, just as she had never went out shopping with her friends or considered she would become a fan of a ghosts and action TV show. "I think there's… actually no one I like…"

"Look Yama-chan!"

"Waaah! How cute!"

Hiyori let her friends to go off to the front of a store that was full with Gudetama merchandise. She honestly had never realized that somehow the world around her seemed kind of off, somewhat foggy and distant, separated of her for a thin veil that even if it wasn't entirely her fault, it wasn't fair to blame on her parents either. In a practical way, Hiyori was a well-taken-care-of child, and compared to others, her family was a very loving one. Square, yes, but she always had her place on it. The world outside, on the contrary, Hiyori felt as if you needed to win the place to belong with somehow. Was it too much to ask to just be yourself? If she could she would keep being exactly the way she was being up until now… but again, how was it?

Blue.

Staring at nothing, Hiyori's eyes crashed with a sharp, almost electric blue gaze. That visual contact made her shiver for an instant, and then she assimilated the rest of the face; fair skin, thin eyebrows, frozen in an indifferent expression, arrogant cheekbones and thin lips that barely shifted to the sudden encounter. After a few seconds, Hiyori felt as if a jinx casted upon her faded as the guy finished wiping his sunglasses in his white t-shirt and place them back at his face, keeping forward. Hiyori then followed him with her sight. Her mother will surely disapprove the length of his hair, that was about two inches longer than her brother's hair. A guitar case hanged on his shoulder, and seemed heavy due to the guy continuously shifting the strap with one hand. The bad guy look, the arms covered in tattoos.

"Hiyori-chan, what are you doing? Let's go!"

"Hey, wait for me!"

He sighed, shifting again the strap of his guitar on his shoulder. He took his sunglasses off and cleaned them again on his t-shirt in a compulsory gesture. He pushed the traffic light button, it was taking so long that was starting to drive him insane, specially after an encounter like that. He wondered if that girl had recognized him, and at the same time he scolded himself for standing there staring at her like an idiot during that much time, what the hell was he thinking? If that damn old geezer knew where he was, he will be in serious trouble. "And there I had to stay standing still like the goddamn asshole I am… WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS THING?". He kept pushing frantically the traffic light button to make it go faster.

The little man in the traffic light finally changed position and got lit with green. The guy held the strap of his guitar case tightly before practically sprinting over the zebra crossing, unaware, submerged in his own thoughts as he was, that a shiny black audi was coming close to the traffic light at full speed.

In a few seconds the whole scene was a complete chaos. The driver barely had time to hit the brake when his attention went back to the road instead of changing songs in his stereo. The sound of tires screeching and the white smoke smelling like burnt rubber confused the guy that, after a hard push at the small of his back was safe and sound with no more than a few scratches on the other side of the street.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" squealed a faint voice beside him. Surprisingly, not knowing exactly what had just happened, he was in front of the magenta eyes from minutes ago.

"Huh…"

"THE DRIVER IS TRULY… A DUMMY!"

Dummy? The guy couldn't avoid laughing a little.

"W-well, I think you should be more worried about yourself…"

"…huh?" blinked Hiyori, totally confused. A dense hot liquid made its way down her forehead, and all of a sudden all she could see was piercing blue, engulfing her whole, taking her to a nice warm and cozy place that a voice wanted to get her out no matter what.

"Hiyori!"

Her eyelids couldn't move, but that voice was so familiar…

"Hiyori, dear, wake up, please!"

"M-mother…" Hiyori thought, and suddenly again the world around her seemed to materialize.

White.

A constant pressure in her head was about to become painful. Reaching her hand up she found a thick bandage, and from the white fog around her a few familiar and worried faces became clear. Her mother, her father and her two friends were around her bed, taking care of her at her hospital room. Upon the girl's response, all four of them sighed in relief, and then smiled.

"Dear, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Hiyori-chan, we were so worried!" cried Ami, hugging Yama.

"Yeah, that sure was a though hit!" said Yama jokingly, trying solve the tension a bit.

"Easy now, let her come to her senses" said her father, approaching her bed with a calm gesture and getting his stethoscope to his ears, "let's check upon you, princess"
Hiyori looked at everyone with cherish while her father proceeded with the examination. He concluded she was okay, apart from a few scratches and bumps that needed to be checked further with a CT scan.

"And now, honey, tell us" asked her mother, severely, "what happened?"

Hiyori tried to remember exactly what she saw.

"…the light was green for the pedestrian light… and then I heard an engine… the car was coming so fast that he would be certainly run over some…" after a little more effort, Hiyori got a flash memory of the guy with a guitar, "there was someone else!"

After the sudden change, the stares of concern made her rephrase her question.

"What happened to the guy that was with me?"

Ami and Yama exchanged a worried stare. Ami spoke: "Hiyori-chan… we couldn't see anything… the smoke from the tires kept us from seeing exactly what happened but…"

"When we reach to the other side of the car you had fainted already" Yama explained, "you were bleeding at your forehead and somebody had already called for an ambulance, but there was no one else with you."

Hiyori was growing more and more confused. "But you should have seen him! He was… he had…". To Hiyori, try to remind something beyond the blue shade she saw, made her dizzy and got her a strong piercing pain to her head. She took both hands to her head and lied down, exhausted. Her mother arranged her pillows.

"Easy, dear, try to rest a bit. As you recover from your injuries I'm sure you will be able to remember more about it" advised Mr. Iki, "take all the time you need, I will arrange to keep you monitored as long as possible, so relax and focus in recovering". He nudged her forehead lovingly and stepped out of her room with quick pace, and Hiyori felt a comfortable darkness swallowing her again. Nothing was making sense.

"There was someone, right?"


"Are you sure it's OK for you to come along with us today, Hiyori? The accident was not that long ago."

"Yeah, if you're doing it because not wanting to make us feel bad about rejecting going out, we totally understand that you need to rest, honestly."

"You guys sound just like my mother again. Cut it out!"

The three girls were walking slowly through the hallways of a nearby mall. In front of them a crowd revolved over a music store, many people standing in line in front of the main counter for paying the new Hyde's single advertised all over the place. Ami and Yama smiled at Hiyori as an apology for worrying too much, and then focused on the music store. Avoiding people as good as they could they made it to the inside where they got two copies of Hyde's record. They both looked like they could taste triumph.

"Ami-chan and Yama-chan really like this sort of stuff, don't you guys?", asked Hiyori, who witnessed it all from within a safe distance.

"THAT'S BECAUSE HYDE IS GODLIKE!" both girls said and fluttered back to the entrance to get in line for paying their records.

Hiyori assumed this was going to take a while, so she decided to wait over there. Shelf after shelf the records piled up showing their colorful covers. Hundreds of faces, hundreds of songs waiting to be discovered by someone. Hiyori started to regret not knowing any of it.

A group of middle school girls were making a fuss about a particular record, let out a few dumb giggles and left with a copy each.

"Is this what I should be doing with my time?" thought Hiyori, getting close to that particular shelf, "Am I supposed to be interested in this sort of things?". She didn't even looked at the name of the band or the record. Near that shelf they had a CD player with the record in it, so she just took the headphones and pressed the play button in the touchscreen.

A clear voice sang in her ears a beautiful but ripping sad tune about love. The music led her attention spectacularly from one part of the song to the next, and at one point a guitar rose above it all. The sound bewitched her, and Hiyori didn't knew exactly what made her entire skin get goosebumps; either the emotional impact she had over the guitar solo, or the fact that right above her, from a big poster at the very top of one of the walls of the store, someone was looking at her with a cold ice blue gaze.

Ami and Yama found her staring at the cover of the record she was listening to, holding a copy with shaky hands.

Hiyori looked up to them.

"Ami-chan… Yama-chan… who is he?"