Shintaro opened his shoe locker and took replaced his normal shoes with his inside shoes. The door soon squeaked shut.

"Yo, Kisaragi-kun! Want to help us with homework?" a classmate asked. He forgot that person's name. No, to be precise, he just didn't care about it.

"No. I can't," he replied coldly.

"Kisaragi-kun, you never hang out with anyone after school. Don't tell me you have a curfew at this age?"

"No, I just have something else to do after school. See you tomorrow." Shintaro started walking away.

Was this really okay, distancing himself? He finally decided to go back to school, but he had yet to make any new friends.

He absently pulled out his phone from his bag. It was a normal phone that anybody could have. However, he couldn't accept that it was normal.

"Master!"

A ghost of a voice lingered in his mind. He could only hear it. He couldn't see it, argue with it, or even cry when it played its usual pranks. Even now, Ene had yet to return.

Pushing his thoughts in the back of his mind, Shintaro finally arrived at the hospital. He hated how familiar it was becoming to him.

He signed his name at the reception desk, where the nurse acknowledged him. As he walked to a room, the nurses and doctors who he passed nodded at him with pity in their eyes.

He wanted to look away. He wanted to go back home. Was that too hard to ask? Was it?

He stopped at the usual door and opened without knocking. What was the point? Inside, all he heard was the beeping of machinery.

Six beds, six sleeping people, six beeps. It never changed. Here was a place where everyone's time was stopped. He lingered at the door, neither closing it nor entering the room.

Kido, Kano, Seto, Mary, Momo and Hibiya. Was it an act of kindness that let them all be in the same room. Although, there was a certain teacher who was in a different room.

Shintaro tried to recall how things ended up like this. Konoha turned into someone else, and everyone was…..killed. Yes, they were killed. How was it that they were here, in a coma but alive. Why was he the only one okay?

"Please help us. Please!" he screamed over the phone.

"Calm down," said the operator. "What's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm—" He stopped. Suddenly, the phone flew out of his hands and crashed into the wall.

"Ah, that's no good. You can't call for help, Shintaro," said the person who was Konoha and at the same time wasn't Konoha.

He felt his life leaving him. His vision blackened. He was faintly aware of Momo's shriek.

Is it my fault? he wondered. Everyone was dying again. Just like two years ago when those three died. Finally, Only Mary was left. It was like looking in a mirror. Being left alone was hard, wasn't it?

His eyes felt hot. The remaining spots of his vision was dyed red. He didn't know what happened after that.

When he came to, a person was shaking him by the shoulders.

"Hey, what happened here?" he asked.

Shintaro couldn't understand for a moment. "I…don't know."

"You don't know?!"

"Stop! He's probably in shock! Don't make it worse!" another person warned.

Shock? What was going on? He looked around. He was still in the same place, but there were many people with stretchers. On one, he could see Momo.

Why are we alive? It was a mystery he pondered as he was lifted up in a stretcher. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with an answer.

When he was released from the hospital, he was questioned again, and again he answered, "I don't know."

This repeated for several times, until the police gave up. It was presumed that he lost all of his memories of the incident, which wasn't too far from the truth.

Since that day, he hadn't seen Ene or Konoha again. Nobody had woken up yet, even though several months had passed. It was a miracle already that they had survived. Another one couldn't come that easily.

Shintaro's hand left the door, and he finally stepped inside.

"Momo, if you don't wake up soon, you won't make it in time for school."

The usual words.

"Kano, it isn't like you to be this quiet."

It was how he got through his days.

"Kido, you have to make breakfast for everyone or else they might burn the kitchen."

It probably wasn't any better than shutting himself in.

"Mary, you're missing all your anime episodes and manga chapters."

Or any healthier.

"Seto, don't you have to go to your part-time job?"

What would they say if they say him like this?

"Hibiya, sleeping is good for a kid like you, but sleeping this long isn't."

Would they laugh?

He looked at the broken phone he set on a table months ago. "Ene, there's so many things to tease me with. Are you sure you don't want to come back?"

Or would they just smile and pat him on the back?

Finally, he looked out the window. "Konoha, can you hear me? Everyone's waiting for you, too. Hey…"

…can we still go back to those normal days?

The years passed. He became a doctor, which wasn't too hard considering his intelligence. He worked at the same hospital, and used his salary to pay for the life support of his six friends. Of course, he had help from his new friends. That's right, he got new friends, but they weren't as close as Shintaro was to the Mekakushi Dan.

He walked down the familiar hallways to get to that familiar room. A pair of scissors were in his hands.

"Oi, time for a haircut," he said to the group of sleeping adults as he opened the door. He never expected to see someone else in there.

"Shin…taro."

"Konoha?" It certainly was Konoha. He hadn't changed a bit, though he guessed it was natural since he was an android. At least, according to the notes by Kenjiro. "Or should I call you Haruka?"

The android gave a small smile.

Shintaro's vision was dyed red once again.

"Revival complete," he heard a familiar feminine voice say. Ayano?

"Take care of them, okay?" she said.

He couldn't see anything but red, and his eyes felt as if they were on fire.

He reached his hand forward, and met a wall. His eyes and vision returned to normal. He was in front of a closed door. Not just any closed door but the same closed door he saw everyday.

Shintaro looked at his sleeve. It was red instead of the white he was used to. He returned to the past?

He held up the pair of scissors in his left hand. Well, maybe not quite.

An uproar could be heard beyond the door. Impossible, right? It was definitely impossible, right?

He opened the door, and a pillow hit his face. There was silence before the pillow fell down with a thud. Shintaro stared at the sight with his mouth open like a fish's.

"Ah," said eight voices.

Shintaro's brow twitched. He survived years without him, had to go to school, paid so much money, and visited them everyday, and this was the welcome he gets. Forget about the fact that everyone's here and awake. He needed to pay them back for all the grief they caused him.

The scissors made an ominous snip. "Alright. Who wants a horrible haircut?"

The commotion that faded away so many years ago had suddenly invaded his life once again.

A story of reviving their eyes.

What if Shintaro's eye power was the reviving eyes or something like that? This is something that I wrote and posted on tumblr when STR was released. I should have posted it here earlier. Ahahaha. Now on to post Invisible.

10/27/13 -
Slight edit: Took away sentence "Forget the fact that Takane and Konoha were here." because it doesn't seem to fit in with later chapters.