(Japanese) The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from "love at first sight" as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.

The boy knew instinctively that something was wrong when he saw the little reddish-haired boy sitting alone on the wooden swing, moving back and forth halfheartedly. Luck had never seen this boy before, but he looked very sad and almost...angry. At this point in time, the innocence in Luck's heart was still strong, and seeing someone sad was something the boy simply couldn't ignore. Without any other forethought, he ran over to the boy, standing in front of him. The other's cobalt blue eyes moved to address him, and he frowned.

"What do ya' want?" He muttered. Despite the cold face the boy put up, Luck could see the pain hiding there, and he smiled.

"I don't want anything," he replied, sitting down. "You looked sad. So I came to say hello." The boy blinked, a small flash of confusion crossing his face. Luck's smile grew wider.

"Well, I ain't sad." The boy kicked a bit of dirt with one of his expensive-looking shoes. "What's that stupid thing?" He pointed at the stuffed rabbit that Luck held, and Luck clutched it tighter to his chest.

"He's not stupid." Luck stated firmly. "He's my pal!"

"Everything's stupid, 'cause I'm stupid. That's what Dad says." The boy was now looking at him like he'd been kicked, and Luck pushed out his lower lip a bit and puffed out his chest.

"You're not stupid! Nobody's stupid," Luck told him matter-of-factly. The other boy was quiet for a moment, before looking back at Luck.

"But only babies have stuffed animals. My sister's a baby an' she has a kitten, a stuffed one. Yer not a baby, are ya?" Luck pushed out his lip a bit more at that.

"No, I'm not. I'm six." He held out one of his hands, palm-up, and the thumb on his other hand stuck up. "And I have three brothers. They have stuffed animals, and they're all older than me." The other boy looked surprised.

"You have a lot of brothers. I only have a brother and a sister." He sounded sad again. "I get lonely." Taking the boy's hand, Luck looked at him seriously.

"Don't worry, when I grow up, I'll marry you. Then you won't have to be alone, 'cause when you're married you can never, ever leave." The boy looked at Luck, shocked.

"Boys can't get married to boys," he stated.

"Sure they can," Luck told him. "Anyway, I can do whatever I want!" He smiled at the boy, who finally managed to smile back. "And I won't forget, I promise." Just as he said that, a familiar voice called his name, and he looked over his shoulder. "That's my Mama. I gotta go home." He gave the boy's hand a final squeeze before letting go. As he turned to leave, the boy called;

"Wait! I don't even know yer name!"

"Luck!" The blonde called back. "Luck Gandor!"

"Dallas Genoard!" The reddish-haired boy now stood up and waved at Luck, who waved back, before running out of sight.

It was the beginning of their relationship, and even at the tender age of six, they felt what they'd know in about two decades or so was "koi no yokan", the beginning of their lives together.