Kouta was looking at him, eyes wide with disbelief. "Micchi… Why… Why are you doing this to me?" The front of his white shirt turned crimson, he collapsed, hand clutching at his wound.

Mitsuzane looked down at his hands. His fingertips were red with Kouta's blood. "No… No… Kouta-san!" I didn't kill him, did I? But… For what?... Mai-san!

Mai was lying on the surgical table, white cloth covering her entire body. No, this can't be true. Mai-san… He pulled down the cloth, hands trembling. Mai's face was as white as the cloth covering her. "You killed me, Micchi." Mai suddenly appeared next to him, almost transparent.

"Mai-san!..."

"You killed me, Micchi!"

"No… No! I'm doing this to protect you!"

Mai smirked. The smirk looked foreign on her face. "You? Protect me? You aren't protecting anyone! You are just protecting yourself, you selfish bastard!"

The scene changed again. Takatora, with his Armored Rider mask broken, was falling into the sea. Everything happened in slow motion. Mitsuzane could see the disappointment, accusation and hatred in his brother's eyes. He looked at the Sonic Arrow he was holding, hand shaking. No… No… Not again…

Everything turned black and he felt himself falling.

Mitsuzane woke up with a start. He had had the same nightmare for a few times, but couldn't stop thinking about it. There was no denying the fact that he had killed Mai-san, physically. Although she had become some kind of goddess, killing was killing nonetheless. He briefly wondered when he would be able to overcome all these guilty feelings. But then again, he shouldn't, he should live with these forever. He deserved this.

Mitsuzane looked at the clock on the bedside drawers. It was still early in the morning. After staying in bed for a few more minutes, he decided to go for a walk, as he didn't have school today and couldn't go back to sleep either. Changing out of his nightclothes, Mitsuzane quietly left the house. The sky was still a little bit dark since the sun hadn't fully risen yet. The air was fresh, and a cool breeze was blowing. There were few people on the street, which was just fine for Mitsuzane. He had never especially liked crowded places anyway.

Before he knew it, he had stood in front of the public stage where team Gaim had performed before. Now it was one of the stages for all Beat Riders. Not long ago, he had been dancing on this stage too, along with other members. He missed those old days, when Kouta-san and Mai-san and Yuuya-san were still here. They were always family to him. No, you don't deserve to be a part of Gaim or even the Beat Riders, you traitor. He sighed.

Everyone must hate me now. What have I done anyway? I killed Mai-san, hurt Kouta-san, threw an Inves on Peco, put Rat and Chucky in danger, almost killed nii-san; I had lied to them all the time. I don't deserve anything, after I've broken what I have… If only I had made different choices back then… Nii-san probably doesn't want to see me either. He must have kicked me out if it weren't for duty. If I were him, I wouldn't want a traitor wandering in my house anyway…

"I'm tired! Let's have a rest!"

"You have only been running for five minutes. C'mon, Peco!"

"But why do we have to run? It's Sunday, I should be getting my beauty sleep now, instead of running my ass off with you!"

"Stop complaining! You need a good health to dance!"

"I've never done exercises in my life, and I can dance just fine!"

Hearing no response, Peco turned to Zack. He had slowed down, almost walking now.

"Is that… Micchi?"

There was no mistake that the person sitting on the stage was Micchi. Zack started to run toward him, but Peco pulled his arm. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Talking to him, of course. Hey, Micchi!"

Mitsuzane wiped his head around at the call of his name to see two familiar persons rushing to his direction. He quickly got to his feet and started running. It was not until Zack and Peco were out of sight that he slowed down and came to a stop, catching his breath. It's better this way, not to see them. He thought. He had done so much harm to them that the best thing to do now was to stay away from them. You are such a coward, running away like this. He sighed and headed home.