"You didn't eat anything again?" Father asked when he walked into my room. He opened the curtains letting in the afternoon sun. "Sweetness, you should get up, even if just for an hour. Eat something too, please Sweetness." He said. He had walked over to where I was laying and was now rubbing the top of my head. He sighed and gave up when I didn't move. He would be back at it in another hour.

I didn't want to get up. If I went down stairs I would see the pictures. I would see the kitchen too. I didn't want that, it would make me cry again. The team understood that I needed time, why didn't Father? I sighed and curled further into the covers. When had I last got up? Yesterday? Last night? Last week? It didn't matter. I turned over trying to find sleep. When I failed for the seventh time, I sat up. The purple blankets were crumpled from my constant turning. I missed the way I could sleep so soundly when I was with him. I couldn't sleep like that anymore. I stood up, moving my weight from one leg to the other, trying to get them used to the movement.

I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes had lost their depth. I was smaller from the lack of appetite as well. I sighed and took a shower. My skin welcomed the warm water. I washed my hair with regular soap, fearing that the strawberry shampoo would bring tears to my eyes. I wrapped my self in a fluffy green towel and went back to my room. I put on jeans and a T-shirt, then a hoodie over the shirt. I ran the towel over my hair several times but it still dripped.

I looked around my room. Five weeks of depression had done it in. I started to put clothes in appropriate piles to wash. I then straightened my bookshelf. I put the first pile in the wash then pulled the comforter off my bed along with the sheets. I replace them with green sheets and a green comforter. What exactly had brought on this want to move?

I went down stairs, closing my eyes as I passed all the pictures. I went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk. I got a cereal box out of the cabinet and then a bowl and a spoon. I ate in silence. I saw that father had moved one of the pictures. It was one with Agito and me in it, when he took me to the school dance. I had been so surprised that he had actually asked me. I was out of his character. Our idea of romance was walking in the park at night or hanging out in my kitchen while I baked. The tears threatened to come, but I forced them back.

I knew I had to get over this. I wasn't supposed to cry after a funeral, if I did cry at all. This silly little girl that cried at every thing that reminded her of her late boyfriend, wasn't the person Agito had fallen in love with. "Why are you so fucking weak?" He would ask if he saw me like this. I wanted to go back to being the girl he loved, to being myself, but I just couldn't. I needed him with me!

I finished my cereal. I was still hungry. I looked in the fridge again. All I saw were some eggs, the rest of the milk, some butter, and a cake. I shut the fridge quickly, already feeling sick. I slumped down on the cool tile. I couldn't bake, let alone eat sweets. Not now, it was first on my list after I stopped crying at every little thing.

I put the used dishes in the dish washer and the cereal box up. I went back into my room and turned on my laptop. There was a thin layer of dust on the top but the keys were clean. In the middle of the night, when I remembered a moment with him, I wrote it down on the nearest piece of paper, or typed it up on my computer. When I did this it felt like he was somehow with me. It was a way to remember him. Maybe I would be able to look at the pictures after I had written enough.

I connected to the internet and checked my E-mail. Kazu had sent me several over the past weeks. He was a good friend. I read through them. They were about stuff that had happened. He was keeping me up to date with the team. There were a few others from web sites wishing me a happy birthday. It had passed? When? I checked the date. It was October 16th. Three days after my birth day. I was sixteen now. I shrugged. What did it matter? I had just lived another year. I sent the last few E-mails to the spam folder then closed the window.

I heard the washer stop. I got up to put the clothes in the dryer and another load in the washer. On my way back to my room I noticed a message on the answering machine. After a few seconds of curiosity I played the message.

"Brian, I finished arrangements for Nami to come stay with me. The school has the papers and is ready to take her anytime. I don't think your plan to end her depression is going to work though. If you haven't realized, Forks is pretty depressing. However it's your choice, she is your daughter. Tell Sweetness I said hi. Call me when you have a date figured out." The message ended. Father had walked in around the last few sentences.

"You're sending me to Cyan?" I asked my eyes wide.

"I think it would be best for you to have a new start. I can't have you like this. If you stop eating any more you could develop a disorder, and that's the last thing you need right now. I know it seems like I'm just sending you away, but I really think it's for your own good. You need to be some where new." Father seemed like he was pleading with me.

"When do I leave?" I asked. Father's eyes widened. "When do I leave?" I said again.

"I just bought the plain ticket, you leave day after tomorrow." Good, the sooner the better. If it was soon I wouldn't have time to think of an argument. I wouldn't have time to think of all the time I spent with Agito here. "I already told your friends," Father said suddenly.

"Why?"

"Ikki said that having an area in another country would be good for the team." Father smiled. That sounded like Ikki.

"Think sending someone without wings is okay?" Father shrugged. "I just started washing, I'll pack as soon as it comes out of the dryer," I told him, wanting to change the subject.

"There are boxes in the garage, put your books and stuff in them and I'll send them to Cyan's after you. And I'll call him to tell him you're coming." I could tell Father was relieved that I took to the idea with out tears. I rarely took to anything with out tears these days.

I was done packing my closet in about four hours. It was getting dark out side. I grabbed the black jacket with an orange interior and tied it around my waist. I took pride in the symbol on the back. I grabbed a black bag in the back of my closet and headed down stairs. "I have something I need to drop off," I told father.

"Don't be gone to long," He told me. I put on a pair of black boots and headed out. If Ikki and the others were done with practice, I would see them on my way to the school. I had to leave something in Japan. Something that would only be safe with Ikki when I left. I could hear the teams' voices as I approached the school. When I rounded the gate Buccha was the first to spot me.

"What cha doing Nami?" He asked. I did my best to smile.

"Shouldn't you be packing?" Ikki asked me. He patted my head when I was close enough. I was like the team's little sister, though a bit closer to Ikki because we were childhood friends.

"I found some thing I couldn't pack," I said truthfully. "The next Fang King will be looking for Kogorasumaru, not the Shadow Queen," I handed him the Fang Regalia. The whole team was speechless.

"But the Regalia is-"

"The Regalia belongs to the next Fang King. I won't find him where I'm going. Besides, the next Fang King will be a member of Kogorasumaru, only the leader has the right to decide who it is." Ikki finally took the Regalia.

"Ah. A true follower," He said messing up my hair again. Emily burst out into tears and hugged me tightly.

"I'm not going that far," I shrugged. For the first time in a while I felt indifferent instead of bursting into tears at the slightest sign of discomfort.

"I know but, you're leaving so much!" she sobbed. I handed her off to Kazu, who gave me a look that said, "Don't worry,"

"Kogorasumaru?" Ikki shouted

"Kill 'em dead!" We all replied.

I'm just doing this chapter as a test run. I have a lot more and I know Air Gear and Twilight seems like an odd combo but you know how writing is, once the story is in your head it doesn't leave. One of the things that got me writing this was when I was re reading Twilight, I wondered how Edward would react to someone strong, and the total opposite of Bella.

I'll judge whether to put up the next chapter by the hits and visitors and also the reviews. Please don't be afraid to tell me your opinion, good or bad, cause I know I'm lacking in some areas and I want to improve my writing.

If you have a request for a certain type of story that you would like to read, I have a list of anime on my profile so you can PM me with a request.

Another thing about this story, it helps if you read Dawn of Tunes because Nami is pretty much the same as Dawn. I just felt like I had to keep her personality when writing this.

Thank you so much for reading!