Looked at the Sky from Both Sides.

In her dreams, Hinoto thought she could feel a pair of eyes looking at her, someone with the strength of a dragon sitting in between the Dragons of Heaven and Earth. She tried to reach towards that person, calling for him, but no matter what happened, that person remained far away. Hinoto felt him trying to reach for her, too, just a moment before she woke up, the same way that had happened for the last two weeks.

When the door to her chambers slid open, during the fated year of 1999, the presence of the ten years old was normal but for the air of antiquity it seemed to carry, the same aura she had felt from an American woman that had visited her twelve years ago.

'I've been waiting for your visit, Murata-dono.'

The boy smiled as he neared the blind dream-gazer, moving to kneel down in front of her. He didn't seem particularly interesting, wearing the school uniform from Clamp Campus Academy, with dark hair and also dark, intelligent eyes. His glasses reflected the light from the candles as he tilted his head to the side.

"It's only been three years since I remembered, so many of the arrangements my previous selves made weren't clear. I'm sorry if I'm late, princess Hinoto."

Hinoto gave a small smile, moving her head 'no' before her expression grew serious.

'Do you know what is going to happen?'

The boy nodded, still smiling. His eyes, however, were focused over the princess. "'Christine' was told about it. Since Mazoku have mixed with humans for so long, we needed to be aware of what was going to happen in 1999."

'My dreams have showed me about a strong young man with dragons around him. His aura is powerful but also peaceful, like the ocean..'

Murata gave a small amazed, envious laugh. "Maaa, princess Hinoto is so lucky! I've not meet him yet!"

There was a moment of silence. Then, Hinoto spoke again. 'I know that this young man is involved with the upcoming war, but I've not been able to See if he's going to help the Angels or the Seals.'

"Mmm. I wonder." the boy muttered, looking up to the ceiling for a moment. Then he smiled towards the dream-gazer again, eyes hidden behind the reflection of his lenses. "Well, I should go before my dad worries about me."

'Murata-dono?'

The boy stood up but bowed towards the woman-child in front of him. "I'll bring Shibuya next time, princess Hinoto. Then you can ask him directly."

The boy started walking towards the exit after his deep bow, but he paused by the door, turning back to smile at her. "Oh, but it might take a while. I'm only going to meet him in three years!"

Part 1.

Yuuri stopped, giving another huge, jaw-cracking yawn, dropping his school bag as he did so, stretching. Murata also paused by his side, tutting in an amused tone of voice.

"Really, Shibuya. Practice wasn't that hard."

Still yawning, Yuuri shook his head. "'s not that. And you're one to talk about it." he then rubbed one of his eyes, shaking his head as if to clear it. "I've not been sleeping well. I keep dreaming about this weird girl..."

"Dreaming about a girl?" Murata grinned, elbowing him on the side. "What's von Bielefeld going to say about that?"

"Oi, it's not like that!" Yuuri glared a little, just somewhat spooked about the idea of Wolfram hearing anything like that. He knew that, no matter what his explanation was, if Wolfram heard about his dreams involving any other girl that wasn't their very cute daughter, his future would involve lots of fire and possibly swords in painful places. Then he grew pensive again, looking towards the sky. "I dunno, I can't see the girl very well, it's as if I knew her and didn't remember, like a memory, kinda. I think she wants to tell me something but... I dunno. It's weird. And she seems so familiar..."

Murata looked at him for a moment in a way that made Yuuri's skin crawl. He started to frown but then Murata grinned, slapping his back.

"Don't worry about it, Shibuya! If you've to remember, you'll remember. If not, there's no use worrying about it."

After a moment of consideration, Yuuri nodded. Murata grinned.

"C'mon now; if we're late, your fiancé will chew out our heads."

Yuuri laughed. The idea of bringing the people of Shin Makoku to celebrate Hanami hadn't actually been his (his mom had insisted that it was something that Wolf-chan and Conrad-san needed to see), but he had agreed it was an excellent idea, and Anissina had been thrilled at the chance to give them a new translator, even. At the very least, Greta was beyond herself as she learned about Earth. That was not even counting how his mom and dad were acting now that they had a cute little girl to spoil rotten, apparently pretty much ready to forget they had two sons.

The only thing that scared Yuuri more was the fact that his mom and Celi-sama had become instant best friends: he just knew that in his near future there was going to be wearing woman's clothes. Most likely frilly. His only consolation was that most likely Wolfram was going to suffer the same destiny.

Yuuri stopped again when he noticed an old man leaving some flowers against a wall. It wasn't the only offering there. Pictures, candles, teddy bears... someone had left the front page of a newspaper that had been printed in April of 1999.

"SHIBUYA SUFFERS AN EARTHQUAKE OF 7.3 IN THE RITCHER SCALE.
The Yamamoto Line has been completely destroyed
Countless victims: the numbers keep growing."

"Six years," Murata murmured by his side. Yuuri nodded, moving a hand to the side of his head, feeling under the hair until he found the shape of a long, thin scar that had been his personal memento of that earthquake. He didn't complain about it; it was a constant reminder that he had been extremely lucky. His mom used to say that it was the proof that he was going to do huge things one day, since he had survived.

The year of 1999 had been rough to Tokyo to say the least. Constant earthquakes over the course of the year had almost caused it's complete destruction. As it was, scholars and scientists were still unsure of how it had been that Tokyo had remained standing. The Yamamoto-Shibuya line had been reconstructed; the Rainbow Bridge, the 109 building...

And still, Yuuri couldn't stop himself from grieving a moment for all the people that had died and who hadn't been able to be there to see how Tokyo had been rebuilt. Not that it had changed much, but Yuuri liked to think that those lives now helped take care of the city, and that they were in debt with them, even as they started walking. It was always sad, for him, to think about the people that had died in natural disasters or accidents. He had never quite been able to explain it, and Shouri had said more than once that he was too soft (feeling that Wolfram shared with his brother), but even if he didn't know the people that had died, even if it had been so long, Yuuri still thought it was sad.

"Yuuri!" Once they reached his house, Greta ran towards him, already wearing a pale pink kimono with white petals, beaming. "Welcome home!"

"Princess Greta, you look so cute!" Murata grinned, even as Greta dragged them – barely letting them take of their shoes and leave their schoolbags – inside the living room.

"They're here!"

"Finally," Wolfram huffed, arms crossed. He wasn't wearing a yukata, which made Yuuri wonder what were their mothers planning for them to wear. "You're late!"

"Now, Wolfram, just say 'welcome home'," Conrad said, smiling. It was a shame that Günther and Gwendal had had to stay back at Shin Makoku, but Yuuri was glad that at least Conrad, Greta and Wolfram (and Celi-sama, of course) could spend some time in his other world, too, even if he did think that Gwendal and Günther were perhaps worrying a little too much; yes, there had been a few earthquakes and fires in Shin Makoku and the animals were scared, but the fires and earthquakes had been easy to control. Furthermore, if anything serious happened, Ulrike was completely able to contact him and then they'd be back in Shin Makoku faster than what a Goala latched itself to a branch tree.

Ulrike...

"Ulrike! The girl I saw!" Yuuri exclaimed suddenly, eyes wide open, causing the people around him to look at him. "She reminds me of Ulrike! That's why she seems so familiar!"

Just as Yuuri announced his discovery, pure white light washed over the living room, so brilliant that Yuuri had to cover his eyes and he couldn't hear what Conrad and Wolfram were saying; he could only watch as Murata's expression grew both sad and serious, looking down, before he had to close his eyes.

"Are you gonna sleep for much longer? 'cause if you are, I'm going back inside. I've not finished my homework yet."

Yuuri groaned, moving a hand to his face, pressing against his eyes for a moment before he dared open them. There wasn't any weird light now but he wasn't in his house either. He hurried to sit up, looking around. Conrad and Wolfram were by his side, moving slowly as they regained conscience.

"Finally! I was starting to wonder if I there had been a mistake or something."

Yuuri turned to look towards the person talking to them. It was a young boy, possibly around Greta's age. He was wearing a pair of round eyeglasses and his smile was awfully, terribly familiar. It was as if the kid was...

"Murata?!"

The boy nodded, a cheerful expression on his face. "Yup! Although, I'm not the Murata you know. I know this sounds weird, but it's nice to meet you finally, Shibuya-san!"