*whuuuush*
There was a pause, and then:
*whuuuush*
Just one more, he thought, exhausted. Just one more.
Paying extra close attention to his joints, which were more keen to make little bitty mistakes when they were tired, he kicked the ball. And again, it went flying into the net, though he wasn't satisfied with the trajectory that it took. He still needed practice.
Shinichi knew it was partway his fault. He shouldn't have been slacking off on his routine these past three or so weeks. But then again, he didn't think that it'd matter: as far as he knew then, he would not be joining his teammates as they traveled to Kyoto to play the championship game against the Tomobiki Middle School soccer team. But when Nakamichi ended up getting suspended from the team for a prank gone sour, Shinichi had no choice but to take his place, which meant he had four days to whip himself back into playing shape. It was going to be a long week.
He panted, bending down to grasp his knees, because for whatever reason that seemed to help.
A few yards away was a metal fence. He heard a very light rattling coming from it. But then:
A white towel landed on his head. Just out of nowhere. He might've been mad about it if it wasn't, well, a freaking towel. He turned around.
It was Ran, his childhood friend. He was glad to see her here, if just to have a good reason to stop and take a break.
"Working hard or hardly working?"
"Please, that just doesn't sound right unless a half-judgmental old person's saying it," he retorted.
She chuckled slightly and then pointed as to indicate 'there's something on your nose'.
He used the towel to wipe it off. Grinning, he then put the towel down to rest on his shoulders.
"There you go," she said in a very friendly manner.
The rattling sound happened again. Slightly louder and shorter this time.
"By the way," Ran said. "The drama club's putting on Anne of Green Gables."
"Is that what this is about?" he asked. "I take it you came here to ask me to sign up?"
"Well, Yuri-san wanted me to ask you," Ran said. "It won't even be a big part. Won't involve a lot of lines, or rehearsal. You won't have to practice at all until after the championship's over. Will you at least go see her and find out what part she'd like you to play?"
He sighed, and then relented, but with mock indignation: "This better not interfere with my studies any."
"What do you care anyway?" she responded jokingly.
Shinichi finally turned his head.
"Huh?" Ran said. "Is there something wrong?"
"...Nah," he said. "It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me. Or maybe it's the wind..."
OPENING
(White Sails by Maroon Festival)
(Conan's Voice: No pain, no gain! In the course of exposing the flaws in others you'll often uncover unwanted truths about yourself! An old schoolmate re-enters our lives with a harrowing account! The Tokyo police mobilize for a citywide manhunt! Perceiving the one and only truth! With the body of a child but the mind of an adult, my name is DETECTIVE CONAN!)
If you look now you can see them departing from the docks
Bravely embarking beyond the horizon visible from the shore
Venturing into the endless deep-blue expanse we call the earth
Filled with anticipation and the realization there's no turning back
A trail blazed by the trade winds, overhead, blowing on their hair
Their time-worn wooden craft dipping into the crashing waves
The furthest out of the land-based seagulls seeing them off at last
As they boldly tread where none of their kin have gone before
"Isn't it great to be alive in these times?" the captain says, leaning against the deck
"Our forefathers made the way for this glorious day: let's not let them down, eh?"
White sails unfurled, capturing the wind, our time is here and now
We are the human race, the inheritors of a momentous undertaking
Today we write the next chapter in the timeless story of the proud
So they'll say of us, "They pushed the boundary to the next level."
Clipped Wings! Part One!
Eri shook him.
"Hey, Conan-kun. Wake up, you're gonna be late!"
He opened his eyes, reached for his phone, and checked the time.
Indeed: his first class would be starting in twenty minutes.
"Crap!"
He threw the sheets off of himself and ran to his closet, combing through the selection of identical blue dress shirts.
Scene Transition
The door slid open. Panting and sweaty, he took his seat next to Nancy, who'd beaten him there by a good margin.
"Here," she said, handing him a comb.
"Thanks," he said as he applied it to his bedhead. "Hey, wait a second, if you knew to bring a comb, why didn't you just wake me up?"
"You looked so peaceful."
"So does a fresh cadaver," he retorted.
"You would know."
"So would you, of course."
"*ahem*"
They had been talking rather loudly as Kobayashi-sensei was trying to teach the class.
"Conan-kun's hair looks like a rooster's," Ayumi whispered, teasing.
Scene Transition
They sat down with their trays.
"And...once again the lunch ladies here have shown that the only meat they know how to fix up is meatloaf," Conan said. "Good grief, I can't believe I have to pay to eat this."
"Hmph, not sure what you're complaining about," Shiro said, a tinge of bitterness in his voice. "I haven't eaten in twenty four hours, thanks to your friends in high places."
He had been suddenly detained and interrogated the day before by Elena's faction on suspicion of him having tried to get into contact with his former *ahem* colleagues during a recent visit to a Chinese traveling circus with the Detective Boys (while Conan and Nancy were away investigating the matter of a certain critically important figure and a Catholic priest). The reason for such was that Vodka was reportedly present at the event, though Gin was not seen. They adamantly refused to believe his protestations and declarations of innocence until finally this morning they let him go to attend school for the day.
"It would be wonderful if they served us Salisbury Steaks," Ayumi said. "Just once I'd like to try that."
"In America, Salisbury Steaks mainly come in the form of cheap frozen meals," Haibara said. "I've had it before, more than I would've liked. You're not missing out on much."
"Gaah!" Mitsuhiko said.
"Huh?" Genta said. "What's wrong?"
"Part of this meatloaf was still hard when I bit it!" Mitsuhiko said. "Oh, I think I'm bleeding!"
"Let me see that," Nancy said, grabbing him by the face and looking close.
She grabbed a napkin and dabbed it on his red lip. "Let's go see the school nurse."
So she can hit him up with some 'painkiller' I'll bet, Conan thought with a deadpan look.
Little did they know in that moment that somebody from across the room was staring intently at the shrunken detective.
That person shifted his/her eyes left and right furtively and then got up, holding an envelope. They crept out of the cafeteria without anybody noticing.
Scene Transition
It was the end of the school day. They headed over to the locker room.
On this day of the week, all students whose last names ended with the Latin alphabet letters A-D were made to stay about thirty minutes after school to clean up the classrooms. Accordingly, that meant Nancy and Shiro had to stay behind.
"Am I the only one who thought Shiro smelled all day?" Genta asked.
"Not all day," Haibara said. "Just after P.E."
Well, seeing as he didn't get the chance to shower today or last night, that's understandable, Conan thought.
He opened up his shoe locker, which of course was a perfectly mundane detail in the everyday life of Conan Edogawa. But this time:
Hmm? he thought as he noticed the envelope on top.
"Oh? What's that?" Mitsuhiko said.
Conan took it, they all got a good look at it, and:
"HEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHH?!"
With the exception of Haibara, who remained calm and even a little bit amused at the situation at hand, they all kind of lost their wits upon realizing that it was, apparently, a love letter.
It was pink, with a depiction of a rabbit and a stalk with a heart instead of a flower on top. In handwritten Japanese characters it was addressed to "Edogawa Conan-kun". The sender also drew a heart for good measure.
Oh come on, a visibly mortified Conan thought, is this really how far I've sunken?
"Ooooooh, looks like Conan's quite the lady's man," Genta said, nudging him.
Oh my gosh this is my big chance to be with Ayumi-chan, Mitsuhiko thought, hardly believing this sudden change in fortune.
Conan couldn't do anything but wince in response. He knew he wasn't gonna be able to live this down for a while.
"H-Hey, come on, we don't even know if it's a love letter," he said.
"Hmph, I don't care what it is," Ayumi said, though she obviously did care.
Nearby was the entrance to the stairs. From behind a corner the sender of the letter watched from afar. The sender had long hair, not unlike Haibara's except darker, a kind of thick red shirt with buttons and long white sleeves, and a pinkish collar. The sender watched anxiously, but then smiled with a blush upon realizing that Conan Edogawa had indeed received the letter.
Scene Transition
Nancy went out the door.
"Sorry to make you wait," she said.
"No problem," Conan said, standing up. "You being friends with that rich girl who's gonna pay for all the cake I can eat is compensation enough."
"Hmm? What's that?"
"Just a letter some student left in my shoe locker," Conan said, redfaced, not really wanting to talk about it.
"Heeh?! Is that a heart?"
"Y-Yeah. Here."
He gave her the envelope. She took the letter out and read it out loud:
"Dear Conan-kun, you don't know me but I go to the same school as you. I really like you and I want to get to know you in person. Please meet me at Beika Park on Sunday at 12:00 and don't make me wait."
There was another heart at the end.
"She didn't give her name," Nancy observed. "Are you gonna go?"
"Well yea," Conan said. "I'm just gonna tell her up straight that I'm not interested and that'll be the end of it, I hope. Done in thirty seconds."
"Great. You might as well have the Professor help you get her phone number so you can send her a text saying 'I don't like you. Don't ever contact me again.'"
"What, you think it's a bad idea?"
She sighed. "Just saying. Maybe you should be a little more considerate when it comes to things like this. You're probably her first crush, and how you respond to this could have a lifelong impact on her."
"Oi oi, all this responsibility..."
There was a whistling sound as the vehicle, a black limousine, came to a halt. The window rolled down.
"Get in," Sonoko said.
"Geez, don't scare me like that!" Conan said. "And for crying out loud, try driving something that doesn't scream 'pedo'."
"What's the matter?" Sonoko said. "Now that you're a kid are you afraid some pervert's gonna take a sordid interest in you? Anyways, we're going now. Is that okay with you, Ran?"
Nancy nodded. "Let's go."
They got in and the car drove off.
Scene Transition
Twenty Minutes Later
"Alright, now your turn," Sonoko said.
"Alright. Would you rather have a class taught by a man who speaks poor Japanese but is lenient with grading his students, or a teacher who speaks normal Japanese but grades more strictly?"
"Would the latter do a good job of explaining the material?" Sonoko asked.
"He would do as good a job as your average teacher would," Nancy said.
"Would I have a textbook for the class?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, I think I'd have to go with the...no, wait, gah, I'm not sure! What kind of class is it? Is it something I suck at?"
"It's geography," Conan interjected. "And he's sure to ask about Australia on the test."
Sonoko was red in the face. "Nobody asked you!"
Two seconds later, Conan had a bump on his head from where Sonoko had placed her fist.
It's not child abuse if you're not really a child, she thought smugly.
"The class is Geometry," Nancy said.
"Well, in that case, I think I'd go with the teacher who spoke poor Japanese but graded light," Sonoko said.
"We're here," Hitoshi said.
Thank goodness, Conan thought.
They got out of the car, crossed the street, and went inside the building.
It was a large two-story building; part of the first story had been rented out to the owners of this shop, Masutapizu Artisan Pastries. The owner, Takanobu Kobuchi, age 34, had co-starred in a local cooking show for the past five years. He'd gotten his education overseas at a French cooking school, specializing in the aesthetics of food preparation. About two months ago, he opened this establishment, an all-you-can-eat cake buffet.
As they entered, the little bell rung. A few seconds later, a woman came out to greet them.
"Welcome," she said. "You can just grab your trays and plates from over there and dig in."
"Umm, is Kobuchi-san here right now?" Sonoko asked.
"You wanted to see me?" Takanobu said, walking through the kitchen with some freshly baked goodies.
Five seconds later, Sonoko was standing right next to him holding a notebook and a pen, asking him for an autograph.
He signed it, and then:
He gasped. "Wait a second. You're Sonoko Suzuki, an heir to the Suzuki Conglomerate and the girl who's solved a few murder cases."
"Um, yeah?" she said awkwardly.
"Can I have your autograph?" he asked sheepishly.
"W-Well, actually, my mom told me it's best not to accept requests for autographs from random people," Sonoko said.
She paused.
"But since you gave me yours, I guess it's only fair," she said nonchalantly, signing it.
They headed to the buffet line; at this time there was nobody else in line.
"Please, take as much as you like," Takanobu said. "It's on the house today."
"Hey," Conan whispered to Nancy, "do you get a strange feeling from that guy?"
"Huh?" Nancy said. "What do you mean?"
"Like you've seen him somewhere."
"From TV?"
"No, from somewhere else," Conan said. "I feel like I've seen him in person before today."
"Maybe you passed him on the street one time."
"No, I don't feel like I'd remember something like that," he said. "This was repeated. I've seen him several times before."
"You must be imagining it," Nancy said.
They browsed the tables, and found cakes and pies that came in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Several cakes had a "bow ribbon" made out of icing. There was a New York style cheesecake. There was a plate with Mochi in the shape of the Imperial Crest. There was even a Mardi-Gras style King Cake, though it was still a little too early in the year. There was a Pound Cake. Lime Cake. Cookie Cake. Apple Pie. And, to top it off, a tall cake that was designed to look like a Medieval European castle.
They helped themselves and sat down.
"Will Lenore be coming in tonight?" the woman who worked there asked. "Because I really need to be getting back to my kid soon."
Takanobu sighed. "I don't know. She hasn't answered my calls yet. It's not like her to miss a shift...Tell you what: you can leave in about twenty minutes and I'll call you to come back if she doesn't show."
Two customers, having finished eating, got up and went to the front to pay. Takanobu went to bus the table they left behind.
"Down the hatch!" Sonoko said gleefully, beginning to, ahem, "work" on her plate, which was stacked high with sweets.
"Oi, oi!" Nancy said. "Are you really going to eat all of that?"
"Eh? Why not?" Sonoko asked. "I haven't touched anything sweet in almost a week now. And I'll be darned if I leave here without gorging myself 'till I just about explode."
*ring*
A teenage girl walked in. Her face bruised and ghostly pale, her long black hair a mess, her clothes torn, she looked like she'd been through something nasty.
She stood in place and just stared at Takanobu, a stunned expression on her face. A few seconds later, he finished bussing the table and looked up to see who had just walked in.
He took a good look at her, and then:
He dropped his tub. There was a crashing sound. But the guy just didn't give a hoot about that, apparently, because the next thing he did was to dash towards her.
He embraced her, and she was happy to receive it from him.
By this time, every eye in the restaurant was turned towards this curious scene.
"Boss?" the woman who worked there asked. "Who's this?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, he wiped his eyes, and asked:
"I was so worried about you...Where have you been all this time, Naomi?"
Naomi? Conan thought.
Naomi? Nancy thought.
Naomi? Sonoko thought.
It couldn't be, Conan thought.
But then Sonoko got up and ran towards the woman. She got up in her face and got a good look at her.
"Aren't you...Raven-chan?" she asked.
Sniffing, the girl known as Naomi nodded.
"What? You know her?" Takanobu said.
"Y-Yeah, we attended the same middle school," Sonoko said.
So it is her, Nancy thought. She finally shows up now, after all this time?
Naomi turned to Takanobu. "Uncle, I finally escaped from that man. I don't know how long it's been, but..."
"Uncle?" Sonoko repeated.
"Naomi, what happened?"
"It was...he came at me from behind," Naomi said, her voice faltering. "He must've drugged me, because when I came to I was in his cellar. He's kept me there for all this time. He...did things to me. Really terrible things. Over and over and over again, never ending. I wanted to die, but he wouldn't let me..."
"I'll call the police," the woman who worked there said.
"Naomi, do you recognize the man who did this to you?" Takanobu asked.
She nodded. "I don't know his name, but I know his face."
"Can you take the police to his location? To where you were held?"
"N-No, no, I-I can't...go back there...!" she said.
"Naomi, please, the only way they'll be able to bring your assailant to justice is if-
"I said NO!" she screamed.
She fell to her knees and had a long overdue emotional release.
Scene Transition
"Man, it's too hot to hold this ceremony in the gym," Shinichi said. "I bet it's going to smell something awful in here too by the time it's all over."
"Well, it's the only building here big enough to accommodate all the students and their parents, along with the faculty," Yusaku said. "But I'm glad I dressed light for today. Look at all these people; it's like they came expecting it to be below zero or something."
"Why'd you two have to come anyway?" Shinichi said. "Mom, weren't you in the middle of filming that spy movie in New Zealand?"
"Silly, of course I'd be here for my son's graduation," Yukiko said.
"Sheesh, it's just Middle School," Kogoro said. "Not like they're graduating High School or College. People are making too big a deal out of this."
"Then why'd you come?" Yukiko asked, annoyed.
"Forgot to stock the fridge for beer, figured there's no point watching Yoko-chan on TV sober," he said with a shrug.
"Come on," Ran said. "Dad, don't say stuff like that when mom's sitting right there!"
"Hmph, it doesn't affect me one bit what that old fart does with his spare time," Eri said.
Old...fart? Kogoro thought, teed off.
The microphone on stage made a weird puffing sound, because the Vice-Principle was tapping it to make sure it was on.
"Uh, yes, if I may have your attention," he said, "we'll be starting momentarily."
The students went to the stage as their names were called and as the somber music played.
"And finally, Shujiro-kun will be delivering the Valedictory Address."
There was a round of applause as the light brown haired boy took the stage.
He cleared his throat. "It has been my honor to learn alongside you all. Going to school, sitting through those often boring classes, and doing the work as assigned is a vital part of growing up, becoming a responsible adult who contributes to the well-being of this societ...
There was a sudden pause. He cleared his throat again, and then:
"You know what? No. I'm not doing this. I'm not going to play this game of repeating cliches and just pretending everything's A-Okay. You know what? I don't deserve to be up here today. It was supposed to be Naomi up here. Her grades were better than mine this year. Yeah, you heard me right. Naomi Kobuchi. The girl you all thought was an idiot. She got better grades than me. This school would have you believe that she 'ran away' from home, but they don't know her like I do, okay? Not the Principle, not her good for nothing foster parents, and certainly not the police. She was abducted, taken against her will. She could be dead right now for all we know and this school wants nothing better than to just sweep it all under the rug and make the elephant in the room disap-"
His microphone was cut. He continued to rant even as barely anyone could hear him. The Vice-Principle walked up to him, grabbed his arm, and dragged him offstage.
And with that, the graduation ceremony came to an abrupt end.
Scene Transition
Suffice to say, the cake buffet was closed for the rest of the day. Naomi went with the police down to the station.
Inspector Megure entered the room. He sat down and turned the tape recorder on.
"Miss Kobuchi," he said, "it is my understanding that you claim to be the victim of repeated and severe physical and sexual abuse over the course of the past three years or so."
Naomi nodded reluctantly. "You understand correctly."
"And it is my understanding also that you have already seen our sketch artist to provide us with a rough composite image of your abuser."
"That's right. Is there...is there some kind of test I need to take, to prove my story?"
"Umm, yes, possibly," Megure said. "But first, I'm going to have to ask you some personal questions, ones which you may not be comfortable with answering but which I can assure you are relevant to this investigation. Please answer as truthfully and in as straightforward a manner as possible."
"Yes. I will."
They could not hear what was being said in the other room, but Sonoko, Nancy, Conan, and Takanobu-san were looking inside via the large glass divider.
None of the three teens knew Naomi very well. She first showed up in Teitan Elementary School and continued her education at Teitan Middle School alongside other kids her age; she was very shy, and for a long time it was assumed by most that she was far behind her peers academically. What she had in her favor was her long dark hair; it looked good on her, and combined with her loner attitude it was enough that people started calling her Raven-chan. It was known that her closest friend was Shujiro, the school's top performing student. They'd associated with each other since elementary, and it was an enigma to most people: the smartest kid there hanging out with the dumb girl? People reasoned that they must've been dating, a rumor that was never confirmed. She was last seen in school about five days before graduation. On that day, she was seen attending classes as normal; however, afterwards she never went home. She was fifteen years old.
Now here she was, having resurfaced after three years.
A solid half hour passed.
Megure left the room and walked over to where they were waiting.
"Well?" Takanobu asked.
"She refuses to lead us to the place where she was held captive," Megure said. "She's afraid of coming across that person again."
"...Maybe we don't need to," Conan said.
"Huh?" Megure said.
"Please give me one day," Conan said. "When it's all set up tomorrow, have Naomi-san meet us here at the police station again."
Megure hesitated but then he sighed. "Okay. Experience has taught me that you know what you're doing. Don't waste anybody's time."
Conan nodded. "I won't."
Scene Transition
The Next Day
They all gathered at the police station again. This time Kogoro, Dr. Agasa, and Haibara were present as well.
"Geez, Inspector, why are you letting this brat lead you around?" Kogoro protested.
"As I seem to recall, when you're both awake he's the more reliable of the two," Megure retorted. "Alright, Conan-kun. Show us what you got."
Conan turned to Haibara and nodded. She went and put the CD into the disk drive of the nearby desktop computer.
"Alright," she mumbled, "I just have to install the program, and..."
"She and the Professor worked all day yesterday putting this together," Conan said.
"She stayed up until 4 in the morning to finish," Dr. Agasa said.
B-By herself? Megure thought with amazement. How much of a genius is that girl?
"And...here we go," Haibara said. "It is live."
They all gathered around to watch the interactive map on the screen.
"This is all taken from Goggle Maps," Conan explained. "We went around taking ground-level pictures of various locations within roughly ten miles of where she was found. You can access those pictures by clicking on any given part of the map. We went through this trouble because conventional maps all by themselves can be very difficult, if not impossible to work with, especially if you're not familiar with the area. But with pictures to help her out, we figured Naomi-san could recreate the route she took from the time when she escaped her captivity to when she made it to the cake buffet where she sought help from her uncle."
Naomi sat down at the desk.
"Now see here," Haibara said, "if you just click with the mouse from Point A to Point B..."
She did so for sake of demonstration, and a line was created between the two points.
"Now just right-click and then click 'Undo' and...presto," she finished.
Naomi nodded.
"This all sounds like a big waste of time," Kogoro said. "Inspector, didn't you tell me that you already have a sketching of the culprit?"
Megure nodded. "And we even got a match: Sadamatsu Uyama, age 48. A civil engineer. Divorced. We had the police come to his house, but he wasn't home. We were able to get a search warrant, but..."
"The search yielded nothing," Takagi explained. "We were not able to lift any DNA or fingerprint evidence from his house belonging to anyone beside himself. There was no sign that a person had been held there against their will for any extended period of time. Furthermore, according to Naomi-san's testimony the room in which she was held had no windows. Besides the bathroom and three closets, there were no rooms in the house which fit that description. Finally, we showed Naomi-san pictures of the exterior and interior of the house, and she said it did not look familiar to her. As a result, we've had to conclude that if Uyama-san was indeed her abductor, he was holding her elsewhere."
"Then no offense, but couldn't she be lying?" Kogoro said.
Takanobu was riled up by that comment. "What was that?! What did you just-
"I mean, it's possible, isn't it?" Kogoro said, ignoring him. "Hey, this police department has, err, kits for testing...stuff, right? Checking for certain...things that might've been done to a person."
Megure nodded. "She consented to be tested yesterday. We then sent it to a lab and we expect the results to be in later today or tomorrow."
"Ah-ah...!"
They turned to Naomi, who had finished putting together the reconstructed route.
"It ends at...an overpass?" Dr. Agasa said, puzzled.
"Y-Yes, I recognize that graffiti," Naomi said. "I saw it when I was leaving. And there was grass when I stepped outside."
"Outside?" Kogoro repeated.
Megure turned to his men. "Be ready to leave in five minutes!"
Scene Transition
Parking on the shoulder of the road several dozen yards away, they walked to the large stone wall at the start of the overpass. Sure enough, there was the graffiti that Naomi claimed to recognize.
"Hey, Inspector! Over here!" Chiba said.
They all ran to check it out: it was a set of tire tracks in the grass.
"Takagi, ask around at tire shops and go find the most recent point where Uyama changed the tires on his car," Megure said. "Then find out exactly what model tire he uses, and compare the treads on them to this scene."
Takagi nodded and ran off.
"She said there's an entrance to somewhere here?" Kogoro said. "Like some kind of secret lair where he held her?"
"I don't like your tone," Takanobu said.
Conan examined the wall. Nancy stood next to him.
He was silent as he stared at it intently, and then:
Something caught his eye. He slowly looked up, and then back down, and then towards the ground.
If my theory is correct, he thought...
He felt the bottom of the wall, grabbed onto something, and then pulled as hard as he could.
And that revealed it: the wall opened up from the bottom. It was actually a door, a door that swung upwards, so that they had to take three steps back.
"Holy cow..." Sonoko muttered.
Police officers rushed inside to comb every square inch of the scene.
They'd found it. The smoking gun that confirmed Naomi's story.
Ending
(Hikari by Hikaru Utada, main theme to the 2002 video game Kingdom Hearts)
Donna toki datte
Tada hitori de
Unmei wasurete
Ikite kita no ni
Totsuzen no hikari no naka me ga sameru
Mayonaka ni
Shizuka ni deguchi ni tatte
Kurayami ni hikari o ute
Imadoki yakusoku nante fuan ni saseru dake kana
Negai o kuchi ni shitai dake sa
Kazoku ni mo shoukai suru yo
Kitto umaku iku yo
Donna toki datte
Zutto futari de
Donna toki datte
Soba ni iru kara
Kimi to iu hikari ga watashi o mitsukeru
Mayonaka ni