Chapter One Frost on the Window
I look at her cards, and again I wonder why. I look out the window and see the courtyard stretch before me. It looks so inviting, I thought to myself. No wonder she never liked the sun light. Looking around the room, I feel what remains of her lingering spirit there. I see her book, open to chapter twenty one, with a special card that she loved as a book mark. She would never leave that behind. My heart ached for her to return, to come back, and say that she was never going to leave.

Looking up, on her bedpost, her hat hung there. It was the one that she had embroidered a heart and their initials in. She would never leave that. I see her shoes beside the door. She ran in them. There was no way she could leave without them. I feel the tears come, but instead of looking out the window again, I walk over to her bed and I pick up the picture of her that she had draw for me. They had been apart because he had to go to the tournaments and she had to finish school. They kept in touch with each other through letters and e- mail. Each time that she sent a letter, she wanted to know if he was okay, and there were sometimes that she just wanted to tell about her day, or send me something she bought for me. In her last letter, she had sent the drawing. In that picture, she stood there and looked back at me, wearing a uniform and a smile. God, how I had loved that drawing! I lifted my hand to my face and glared at the pale purple flesh there. White hair hung into my eyes, making me close my eyes, wishing she hadn't said that she liked my hair the waiy it was, especially the color. She left because I seemed so important to the universe. She wanted me to find happiness, because when she was around, I thought of my friends, and then I thought of Buu. Why am I different? I looked to the window, where frost had settled, and written there, in the cold air, was the words "Because you have to be". I stood frozen, my breath caught in my chest. Her magic. I looked away. The tears came in floods this time. How long has it been? I thought to myself. Thirteen long, long years without my precious. Nothing remained in my heart but the nothingness that had filled my heart before I knew about pain. I drifted in the memory. Her soft brown hair, her kind hazel eyes, and her big heart captivated me at once. And what seemed stranger, she didn't think she was beautiful. She always went to the wishing pool in the garden and dropped in Earth coins and wished for beauty. It was one of the things she didn't know she possessed. Another thing was her power. How many times had she gotten so angry at Majin Buu and her hair go blue and spike and grow? I had lost track. She didn't know she did it. She often awoke in the night and scream out my name. Never did she thing she had such power. And the last was the danger. She couldn't go anywhere without someone following her. I accompanied her anywhere and everywhere I could, and Nishi did where I couldn't. But what hid I done to make her leave? Before she had left, she hadn't been allowed to leave Kaioshinkai without Kibito and myself to join her. She never did mind, or understand why, although Kibito found her yearly trips to get new Earth clothes rather bothersome. On these cold days, days to unnaturally cold that nothing gave me warmth, I began to wish that she would at least call me with a hello. Even If I only heard her speak a word, I would be warm for along time. But no warmth came, no call, not even a hint of her magic, half elf, half unknown power. I stood by the fire, the flames roaring to almost my height, and felt no warmth from the fire. As I stared at the flames which roared there, I felt no soothing power beside me, where the strength and warmth was supposed to be. Kibito entered the room and bowed to me. I didn't even look at him, just into the fire. My heart felt so much sorrow, so much pain, that I almost didn't notice him there. I nodded to him and he spoke with true sincerity and hope and a small note of relief when he spoke the words the changed my life and the meanings of "danger" and "safety": "We found her."