Meet me at Namimori middle school at 1pm.
I read the words over and over again, the note has started to fade, the words blurring slightly over the years ive kept it in my pocket. Every time I read it I can still hear that bastards voice running threw my mind. Calling me over and over again when we would make love, the feeling of his hands in my hair.. I miss it. Almost as much as ive missed him over these past two years. That's how long its been since I went away to collage in Italy along with the tenth. Leaving behind the man I loved, who refused to follow me, back in Japan. Hibari was always insitant on not leaving Namimori, fearing some sort of catastrofe if he left it ungaruded. I thought it was stupid, who picked a city over a lover? Well, aparently he did. I sighed as I walked out of the air port it had been two years since I last saw Namimori or Kyouya, and today that was all going to change again. I was so happy I could feel it in my face. The right hand man of the tenth generation was still too soft if I could let myself feel so much happiness. But what could I do? I was in love with a damn idiotic bastard that made me a promise two years ago on a little piece of paper. I pull it out once again and read the rest of the letter.
It was here that I met you, that first time. Do you remember? The sound of the wind in the leaves, the fuss you made over your hair getting blown in your face, the way you smiled around the end of your cigarette.. all these things are forever held in my heart. There was a time when nothing moved me. Then you came into my life and all the world lit up in fantastic shades of colors. The grey of your hair, silver in the light, the green of your eyes, the pale color of your skin that I have felt so close to my own. You are my heart, hayato.
I smiled through the tears as I walked passed the school, heading for the place I knew him to be. When I got there I placed the simple bouquet on the small stone cross. It reads your name, and your birthday and death date. Nothing else. You wouldnt have wanted any words. I still remember two years ago. The car that was going to fast, the slight change in light from green to yellow, the broken crossing sign. And you. Standing horror stuck in the middle of the street, inches away from me. You pushed me out of the way. Saved me. And then you were gone, scattered onto the gravel. You made me wait two years, two long years away in italy, to see you again. And I will have to wait longer. Because you are not here, your presence is gone. So I will wait. Until the day when my name is on a cross next to yours.