"Why, Kamui, Why? Why won't you? Theres no reason to be scared!" Fuuma raised his voice in anger and frustration. Kamui was in front of him, counteracting his harsh words. They had never fought before. Well, that wasn't entirely true. They had never fought badly enough for Fuuma to lose his cool. The two were in the front of Kamui's house. His real home; the home that his mother had raised him in. He had finally made it back to their original world. But Fuuma was there too; something that Kamui did not appreciate. Subaru watched in the front window, while Sakura and every one else resided on the porch. They were worried. Mokona was on Subaru's shoulder as he came outside to calm every one down. The white fluff was crying.

"I'm not scared, Fuuma! I don't want to today, I don't want to tomorrow and I don't want to ever! Can't you just drop this? I have my reasons!" Kamui yelled back at the towering man. There was a long silence through out the world in those next few moments. Fuuma sighed and stared at the lanky teenager in the eyes. His expression was hard to define.

"Then you are the most selfish being I have ever met." He said, walking to his car. Kamui stood there, in shocking silence. No one had ever, ever called him selfish. Not once. The teenager looked over at the man with disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Fuuma had said that to him.

"…What?" He said, trailing behind him slowly. His pace was picking up. "What did you just say to me?" Fuuma got in his car and put it in gear; ready to drive off. Kamui stood a good twenty feet away; Fuuma could still hear the anger in his voice, though. "Fine, then leave! I don't need you in my life! Don't you ever come back here! I don't ever want to see your face again!" he yelled. He walked around back as the man's car drove away into the sunset. Subaru had never seen Kamui so angry. It was actually a bit of a shock. He decided to leave him alone.

As the day turned to night, Subaru didn't see his twin come inside. He went outside, waiting for his twin. He saw Kamui on the back porch, sitting there, in a moping fashion. He quietly tapped his way over to him and sat beside the gloomy teen.

"You okay?" He asked. Kamui didn't look at him, instead, merely nodded.

"Yeah… I'm fine. I can't believe that he said that to me."

"Kamui… I don't mind if you give it him. He's different from his brother. I can tell. You can… Are you afraid?" he asked, lightly resting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, I'm not afraid Subaru! Why would I be afraid? There's nothing to be afraid of!" he garbled. Subaru sighed and smiled.

"It's okay to branch out to more than one person, you know. I don't understand why you won't do it. There really is nothing to fear," Subaru remarked, his eyes turning upward to the stars. Kamui thought he looked beautiful that way.

"Because, Subaru, you already made that mistake! What if the same thing happens again!" he said, pain and agony in his voice. Subaru looked at him with that pale expression residing on his angelic features.

"I guess you'll figure it out soon enough." He said, walking back inside. Kamui was confused. He didn't understand what that meat. Figure out what? Kamui stood up and trailed behind his twin.

"You're confusing me, Subaru." Kamui remarked as they walked up the stairs. Subaru turned around and stopped in his tracks.

"Kamui, you're confusing yourself. You made this into and unnecessary problem." Subaru said, walking up stairs again. Kamui stood there in silence. He didn't understand what Subaru meant. Could it be…? No. I couldn't possibly be that. If it was, than he would have realized it by now. The teenager walked outside again and sat back on the wooden boards that formed the porch. Her then heard footsteps. He turned to see Sakura standing there, in a night gown. She sat next to him.

"Subaru's right, you know. You made this a little more complicated than it was supposed to be." Sakura noted. Kamui rolled his eyes.

"So you heard. Maybe you can help me." he said. They both turned to each other. "I need to know if this is right. If I give it to him, he might do the same thing that Seishiro did. I made it back home, and I don't know what to do. I'm so confused." He said. Sakura smiled and put a hand on his cheek.

"You should do what you think is right." She said, walking back inside. 'Great. I'm alone. I have no idea what to do, and no one will help me.' Kamui thought to himself. That jerk. It was all his fault, Kamui remarked.

That jerk. I hate him so much; I wish he would just leave me alone. But no matter where I am, he always finds me. I hate him. I hate him, I hate him, and I hate him.

The way he makes me feel… even in battle my heart would pound by his voice, his looks… his charm. That's why I hate him. He makes me breathe hard; he makes me feel like a china doll. Like I could just shatter under his looks and features at any moment. And the worst part about is that he knows it too; and takes advantage of it. The way he makes my face flush, my knees tremble, my heart thud… every time I see him… it makes my mind go blank. That's why I hate him.

But what I hate more is having to admit that I have feelings for him. He makes my heart flutter. He makes my feet go light. I can't even sleep anymore. It's terrible, no, it's degrading to know that some one like him could make me feel like this. I'm supposed to be stone.

I'm the strong twin, the strong teenager out of the bunch. But every time I see him… My heart melts. He knows it too. It's so shameful to know that some one could toy with my emotions like this.

I hate you, Fuuma, I hate you so much. I'm glad that you're gone. Because I don't ever want you to come around here again.

Kamui stood up and walked to the lake. It wasn't that far, and he didn't mind the snow. He couldn't believe that it was falling already. It was only the beginning of December. Kamui continued to walk mindlessly into the night. His mind went blank, and he was so tired. The lanky boy yawned and closed his eyes as he walked. He then felt… cold. Really cold. Too cold. So cold that it wasn't even funny. Kamui shivered. He didn't want to move. Moving only made it worse. He curled into himself as the freezing drafts closed in on him. After awhile, began to feel warm. That was weird. The weather couldn't have changed. He couldn't focus. He couldn't even hear anymore. Oh well. This way, he didn't have to see Fuuma. The boy yawned and fell asleep.

Maybe I'm dead. But that's okay. The ends going to get me anyway.