Hibari takes the woman by the arm. Hibari can see that the woman knows him, but doesn't. Was it a connection the two had? They just have something in common. Namimori was named after a woman wasn't it? It struck Hibari. Maybe this woman was Namimori. The living recarnation of Namimori. Hibari felt as if...he protected this woman all his life. But he didn't. She wasn't the school, but at the same time she was.
The woman gave a glint in her eyes as she stared at Hibari. Her eyes seemed sharper as she gave a glance at his Discipline badge.
"My name is Namimori. I'm here to...just take a visit." Namimori pushed her hair away with a swift sweep of her other hand.
She looked camouflagic. She looked as if she could blend into Namimori at any time. Hibari maybe looked at her for this. Grabbed her arm for this. He loved Namimori, but here was a physical being of Namimori right in front of him. Something he could touch, and make love to. Something that could talk to him.
No! This was wrong. Hibari could always feel Namimori's thoughts. He could see that Namimori related to him. What he wants, is it just the physical touch of someone that just has a soft relation to Namimori. Compared to her, Hibari knew Namimori much better. He lived with Namimori. He loved Namimori. Not her, a soft imitation of Namimori.
Was he just rejecting his thoughts? Maybe he really loved Namimori, but there was just too many ideas clouding his mind. The principal himself has a relation to Namimori. He owned Namimori. But why, this woman that didn't own Namimori...why?
"It's better...not to think about it, Hibari. Though one thing I can tell you is that...we can't live without each other now. Hibari." Namimori sweetly, but painfully said.