Can you find me?

Open the door;

your destiny's calling

And I am the key

To unlocking your destiny...

Sai smiled gently, ghostly tears coming to his eyes. "It was fun, Hikaru…" he said, "You just might be The One…"

"'The One'? The one what?" Hikaru asked curiously from his spot in front of the Goban.

"The One." Sai said mysteriously.

"What do you mean Sai?" Hikaru was trying to be patient, he really was. After all, he hadn't seen his transparent friend in a long time.

"The-beepbeepbeeeeeeep!!!!!!!"

Hikaru shot up in bed, looking wildly around. Had it all been a dream, a fake? Or had Sai really come to visit him through his dreams?

He glared at his alarm clock, which continued to beep; a painful reminder that he had been asleep.

"Hikaru!" his mother called from the other side of the door. "Get up; you're going to be late!"

The teen slapped the 'off' button roughly before getting out of bed and dressing.

Hikaru laughed, olive eyes sparkling, and threw a French fry at the boy across from him.

"It's true!" Waya defended himself, brining his arms up to block any other offending spuds his friend decided to throw at him. "Really! It was so weird, too!"

Hikaru rolled his eyes, still grinning, and made to throw another fry at him. Then, thinking better of the action, bit the fry in half.

Waya stared at him oddly, wondering why his friend hadn't thrown more food at him. Then again, he thought, it was Shindou, and he was never one to waste food.

Hikaru shook his head. "I don't know what to say anymore, Waya." He sighed melodramatically, "I mean, I thought you always loved me-Hey!" He was rudely cut off as the other boy threw a handful of ice at him.

Waya glared at him, "I do not love you, nor, for the record, do I love Touya."

"You're the one who dreamed about Touya actually being a girl and seducing you so much that you wake up wet."

"I did not! I woke up very appalled, thankyouverymuch!"

"Riiiiight,"

"Touya's a smug bastard anyway, he wouldn't make a very good girl with that attitude."

"What's this about me not making a very good girl?"

Waya turned, face frozen partially in fear, to find none other than Touya Akira standing behind him, arms crossed and positively glaring at him.

Hikaru clutched his sides, laughter wafting around the fast food restaurant. "He had a dream about you being a girl and seducing him to the point where he woke up wet and-"

Waya, moving quicker than he would have thought possible, slammed his hand down over Hikaru's mouth. But it was not enough to stop the words from the bleached blonde's mouth, or to shove them back in.

"Don't mind him!" He said quickly, "He's a bit off kilter." The next few words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, or even think about what it was he was saying. "It wasn't you who I was dreaming about, it was your mom."

"What?" Touya's hands were suddenly clenched tightly at his sides, an angry flush rising high on his cheeks as his teal eyes flashed. Touya's voice seemed to shake the very foundation of the building, and Waya's hand slipped from covering Hikaru's mouth, hanging limply off the table.

"Well that's not much better now, is it?" Hikaru said, looking cautiously at his angry rival.

"Um…" Waya said intelligently, looking at Touya as if he were a kid who'd just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"You had a-a-an erotic dream about my mother?" Touya was livid, outraged. His hands shook at his sides and for the first time in his life he felt as if he wanted to hit something--preferably a spiky-haired teenager something sitting rather near him.

Giving in to his instincts, Touya raised his fist, drew it back, and hit Waya right in the jaw. And of course, Waya being Waya couldn't let the opportunity to hit Touya by, and hit him back. Suddenly fists were flying, the two boys trying to kill each other as they rolled around on the floor.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Hikaru tried to break it up, only to get dragged into the it as well.

"What were you thinking?" Touya Kuyou asked, looking at his son angrily.

Touya sat slumped in his chair at the police station, arms crossed and glaring at the floor. He looked finally like the teenager he really was with his mussed hair, big black bruise around his eye, and a cut lip--apart from the fact that he was dressed in a pair of casual dress pants and shirt. He refused bitterly to answer his father, partially because he was still angry(at his father for no apparent reason as well as at Waya), partially because he suddenly felt the responsibility of his actions and was disappointed in himself for not having more control, and partially because he couldn't find the words to tell his father what he had, in fact, been thinking--not that he could really remember himself.

Waya sat next to him, waiting for his parents to pick him up. He made a face, wincing a bit at how it hurt his jaw-Touya's punches could really hurt when he was angry. Mentally, he made a note of that and filed it in the 'things to really remember' part of his brain. Hesitantly he opened his mouth--hesitantly because of the slight pain it caused him to do so and hesitantly because Touya's father was really, really intimidating when he was angry.

"It's my fault, sir," he said, surprising both Hikaru (who sat to the right of him) and Akira.

"Oh?" he asked, brow shooting up in surprise, "And why exactly is it your fault?"

"Err," he said awkwardly, "I kind of, sort of, accidentally provoked him."

"It's my fault too!" Hikaru piped up, but except for Kuyou's gaze flickering to him breifly, went ignored. He was better off than the other two, sporting only the occasional bruises and scratches. Hikaru's mother was absent too at this meeting, Touya's father having been the only one close enough to get there as quickly as he had.

"Provoked him?" The question poked at him, telling him to go on.

Waya nodded, swallowing as he did so. He blushed and relayed the story to the elder man, growing redder as he did so.

Touya's father opened his mouth to say something when, suddenly he froze, the busy police officers in the back round along with him.

The three boys looked at him, wondering what had just happened.

"…Otousan?" Akira tried hesitantly, becoming worried when one of the policemen or his father moved.

Hikaru blinked and stood, walking over to the former Meijin and waving a hand frantically in front of his face. Nothing.

"No good," he said, looking back at the other two.

Their brows furrowed, looking at each other with identical bewildered expressions.

"What the hell just happened?" Waya asked for the three of them.

"I don't know, but it's getting weirder," Touya said, pointing behind Hikaru.

They turned and allowed their mouths to hag open at the sight before them. The color, it seemed, was seeping away from the walls, floors, pictures and even the people, leaving them in two shades of gray. None of the boys, however, seemed to be affected.

"Can you go color blind?" Hikaru asked, peering around the room, curiosity peeked. He seemed to be taking it better than the other two-but then again, he had had a ghost inhabiting his conciseness for over a year.

"No, you idiot!" Akira snapped, glaring at his fellow teen, then added, somewhat matter-of-factly, "Besides, look at yourself. We're the only ones still colored. If we were color blind we wouldn't be able to tell that we were still colored, would we?"

Hikaru pouted, somewhat dismayed at being reprimanded, and turned, walking back to his seat. He sighed before he crossed his arms and allowed himself to plop back down in his chair.

"Nothing to do but wait, I guess," Touya said, looking around at the others. His anger seemed to have diminished when his father had frozen and turned gray, and he was now sitting up properly in his seat.

"To hell with that!" Waya said, embarrassment forgotten, and stood, weaving his way around the police officers and to the front door. He tugged on the handles, and then again when he found it wouldn't open. Hopefully he looked at a window, only to be dismayed as he saw they had bars on them. He turned around, crossing his arms as Hikaru had done moments before and glared at Touya as if this were all his fault. The messy-haired teen weaved back through the formally blue-clad officers, hopping over a suspended pile of falling paperwork as he did so. Waya slumped down in his chair, glaring down at his feet.

"What kind of police station puts bars on their windows?" He asked irritably.

"The kind that have pokies," Touya supplied, none to helpfully. Waya opened his mouth to retort, only to be cut off prematurely as a bright ball of light appeared out of nowhere and wound its way through the officers, exploding brightly as it stopped in front of Touya Senior.

"Who the hell are you!" Waya asked, glaring at the color figure that had appeared before them.

Hikaru's heart stopped, and found his mouth to be suddenly dry. Tears stung at his eyes as he looked at the smiling, opaque figure.

He started to speak, his voice the exact same pitch he remembered it to be, "I am-"

Hikaru opened his mouth in astonishment, the words coming out somewhat breathlessly to cut off the ghost.

"…Sai…"