This idea came to me shortly after I had finished reading the manga and still was unsatisfied with the story. This will not contain spoilers for the manga but will follow the conclusion to the anime series, so if you have not finished it please come back once you have! :)

I don't know how long this story will be, but I just want something hopeful that I can hold onto to be somewhat satisfied with and give me a sense of closure with how some of the characters felt in the end.

I own none of the original story!

Hope you enjoy!

One: Reunited

He felt a light breeze creep through the open window, followed by subtle chirps from the birds perched on a near by branch from the tree.

A quiet breath heaved from his chest. Another dreamless night. He thought. No matter how many times he had picture the face of that girl or boy, two of the people he wanted nothing more than to see again, nothing would come to him after he would close his eyes at night with their smiles being the last image in his thoughts.

He struggled slightly to rise from the bed, the sheets slipping past his chest in a bundle as his feet touched the cold polished floor boards. It was still early in the morning. He gazed out towards his window which he forgot to close completely again as the morning light still shown a shade of blue against pavement and the sun still bellow the horizon.

After detecting a faint smell of body odor as he adjusted his loose shirt he decided a warm shower would be best to start the new early day.

The empty feeling inside the house was still an adjustment in progress for him. As the cold moisture began to warm hitting his skin he would remember again that no one would be downstairs to greet him a good morning or hope he had had a good day upon his return home. He exited the bathroom half-clothed while still rubbing the towel through his damp hair as he made his for the kitchen to reheat the leftovers from last night's dinner.

Has it really been two months already? Though the world was no longer in any danger it felt a lot more quiet and colder now than it had then. Even if the world was saved the people he had loved most were gone, and there was no way to get them back. He became more distant from his friends in school from the soccer and basket ball team he played with. They had tried reaching out to him knowing with his abrupt return to school that his father and sister had died and his absence was due for a time needed to grieve. But the sorrow that constricted his heart was something that not even time could ease.

After finishing the bowl of rice and beef he rinsed it clean in the sink and threw the towel on his shoulders in the laundry basket by the back door and walked to where his school uniform jacket was hung near the front door. He checked in the nearby mirror to confirm that he at least looked presentable before opening the door and locking it behind him. His bike rested against the tree right by his bedroom window and was about to peddle down the street to his high school when he glanced back towards the shrine seeing the two headstones in front of the tree set in their memory.

Without another seconds thought he was passed the front gate and cycling down the pavement at a medium pace as the sun was near fully revealed among a vast light blue.

"Monou?"

He glance up to meet his teacher's eyes across the room as he had written the last bit of notes from the days lesson.

"Do you mind staying after class for a while?"

"Oh, no, not at all sir," he replied with some concern.

As most of his classmates were making their way out the room and padding down the halls to the front gates he made his way over to the desk where his teacher had finished packing his materials.

"How've you been this last week?" His last teacher for the day had now made it a routine to make frequent checkups on how he was doing which made issue he was having much easier to handle now that he had someone to talk to at least.

"I've been alright for the most part. Just trying to catch up on lost time."

His teacher smiled but the look of worry in his eyes still remained. "That's really good to hear, Monou," he said with an honest smile. "But, it's getting a little difficult to really tell if you're being honest."

"What makes you say that?" he was surprised by his response.

"Well, you're nearly caught up on your studies and you've been performing very well on your exams."

"Are you sure that's not making good progress?" he tried to scoff with a laugh.

"It is good progress... but, I just get the feeling that maybe you're not allowing yourself proper time to grieve. You're grades are a lot better now than what they had used be and I'm wondering if you're spending more time taking your mind off of you're troubles than trying to use the extra to rest your mind and heal."

His eyes wandered away from his teacher to students now flooding the school grounds.

"Is there... something else on your mind that you're trying to distract yourself from?"

With the news of his father and sister's death he had left out that the long term absence of someone who had briefly appeared a this school was also a burden he carried and had hidden well until now.

"No," was his reply as before finishing his answer. "But, I guess I have been trying to distract myself with the extra attention to school."

"Why don't you not worry about the about anymore assignment for this class," his teacher said with an assuring smile.

"Are you sure, sir?"

He nodded. "Just worry about the final examinations for the rest of the school year. I'll give you an outline to follow so you'll at least have some experience in this class. I'll try to talk with the rest of your teachers and to see if they'll do the same."

"Sir, please, you don't have to do this," he said with his hands held up in defense.

"Monou," he pleaded with concern. "You've experienced great loss and you're not giving yourself proper time to heal. You're still very young and should get try reconnecting with some of the other things that made you happy."

He looked away towards the window again with a view an almost empty school yard now.

"Alright, sir," he said meeting his gaze again. "I'll take your offer and give myself more time."

His teacher sighed in relief fearing that he wouldn't have followed through. "Thank you, Monou," he said with a smile. "And, why don't take the day off tomorrow? I'll inform your other teachers that you weren't feeling good and need Friday off to rest."

"Do I have a choice in the matter?" he asked with a short laugh.

"You will if you accept it," he teacher responded laughing as well.

"Alight," he said as he began making his way for the door. "Um, sir?"

"Yes?" his teacher looked back at him with a worried glance.

"Thank you," he said with a warm smile, one that he hadn't felt his face make in quite some time.

"You're welcome Monou," he returned his smile. "I want to see you fully rested on Monday or I'll start giving you more days off, alright?" he said more sternly.

"Okay, sir," he complied as he made his way down the long empty hall.

With no other choice than to obey his teacher he began wondering what he would be doing with the extra time away from his studies. Reaching out to his soccer and basket ball friends seemed like a good start at taking his teacher's advice to try and reconnect with old thing.

As he was about round the last corner to the stairwell he felt a rough collision against his chest. He stumbled back a couple of steps and looked down to see a smaller boy on the polished floor with his school bag fallen beside him. His face was covered by a raised arm but from the faint line of moisture he hadn't quite wiped away he could tell that the younger boy had been crying.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he quickly apologized and kneeled down with an outstretch hand. "I didn't see you coming from the corner, are you alright?" The boy was probably a couple years younger than him, most likely a first year student. His outstretched hand had slightly pulled back as the boy still lightly rubbed his shielded eyes. Had he had once seen the outline of that face once before?

"No, no. It's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going."

His voice was much deeper than the one he remembered hearing long ago. But even before his arm had come away to reveal a reddened pair of amber brown eyes had he'd been right from his suspicion about his familiarity with the boy before.

"Kamui?"

It's a little late now at the time that I have finished writing, but this looks like a good place to end with for now.

Hope you keep reading! :)