Where was I?

Oh yeah, Sohma house.

'Tis not every day you get sucked into a different dimension and go blind.

I felt my way downstairs, towards the voices. Once down there, I stood in a corner until Tohru guided me to the table for breakfast of rice balls and stew.

I've never had stew and rice for breakfast before.

Then again, I've never been sucked into a dimension across the ocean, where anime/manga characters exist.

Geez, I touché'd myself.

"Good morning, Miru. Yuki. Shigure." Kyo said as he seated himself at the table, next to Yuki.

"What, no dramatically loud entrance?" I asked him, quietly munching on my rice.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Ah, you must be Miru," Shigure said. He introduced himself, sat down, and we ate breakfast as if I belonged there. As if I weren't blind.

Ah well. I was getting used to this blindness stuff.

"Oh yeah, Miru, we didn't want to disturb you yesterday, but what were you doing in the woods?"

Agh. That subject.

"Attempting to find civilization." I replied calmly.

I could almost feel the confusion radiating off them.

"Don't worry about it. Anyways, Shigure, is it okay if I stay here for a bit? I need to sort things out, with the blindness and all."

Okay, I admit, I planned that out.

I had to play the blindness card so they wouldn't ask where I lived. And if I really had to go home, I would walk to the shed and stay there until I figured something out. I would probably be able to stay there until the end of summer. Hopefully by then I would have things figured out.

"Kyo, Yuki, may I talk to you for a second?" Shigure waved the two boys into a room which I suspected to be the perverted writers office. I fine-tuned my ears to hear what they were saying.

"We can't have her stay here, what about the curse?" Kyo was saying.

"I wonder if it matters. She is, after all, blind." Shigure countered.

"If she bumps into one of us, she wouldn't see any thing. It would only be if she had felt us change into our Zodiac form, and even then we could say it was probably a stray animal." Yuki offered.

"He's got a point. She's staying." Shigure finalized the decision, as he and Yuki left Kyo grumbling. Kyo, as soon as he was out of the office, left the house.

I finished off my stew as Shigure and Yuki sat down and said I could stay. I allowed myself a smile.

"Thank you so much!" I picked up my dishes and brought them to the kitchen, where I heard Tohru washing her own.

"Finished?" She asked me.

"Yeah." I placed my dishes on the counter. "Um, Tohru, do you mind if I borrow some clothes?"

"It's fine, follow me." Leaving the soapy water, she guided me back up the stairs and into her room, where she handed me a kimono, which she described as pure white with winding black lines on the bottom. She then showed me to a room with one of those floor beds I saw in the manga, where she helped me put on the kimono. This was going to be my room for the duration of my stay in the Sohma household, and this kimono is also mine.

Thanking Tohru once again, we headed back downstairs, where I sat back down at the table and Tohru went back to the dishes.

"Yuki, what happened to the ox from last night?" I inquired.

I'm quite certain he and Shigure exchanged shifty glances at that moment, but I couldn't be sure.

"Oh, he left after the rain stopped. My cousin came, though, when you were sleeping. He should be in the shower right now." Suspicious.

Ah, so that was the running water sound. That just flicked off.

"Okay…Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked suddenly.

I felt him perk up.

"School! Tohru, we're going to be late!" He called into the kitchen. Tohru came speeding out. I heard the two grab their bags from the door on their way out.

"Have a good day!" I called after them, like some sort of house mother.

"Who are you?" a rough voice from behind asked me. I wasn't surprised; I had heard him 'creep' up on me.

Being blind has its perks of heightened senses.

Sadly, I bet that includes the sixth. I expect to be talking to ghosts in a bit.

"I'm Miru; I'll be staying in this house for a while." I answered the stranger, whom I figured out is Hatsuharu. As I spoke I continued to face outside, listening to the wind blowing through the leaves.

"Hn. Call me Haru."

"'Kay."

Now that's what I call a laid-back conversation.

I lowered myself carefully onto the floor so my legs dangled over the side of the porch. With a rustle of cloth, Haru sat down beside me. I smelled leather and soap, and he was still damp from his shower.

Let me tell you, even if I couldn't see him, he smelt good.

"So what's with the blindfold?"

Without speaking, I reached behind my head and untied the white band from around my head, and let it fall away. He drew in a sharp breath as he saw my recent wounds.

What he did next surprised me.

I felt his fingers lightly graze the scabs on my eyes, smoothly gliding over my damaged skin. "Who did this?" he whispered.

Afraid he was going to go black, I hurriedly replied, "No one! I tripped in the woods and got all scratched up. I think I fell on a rock or something."

"Rocks don't leave this kind of mark. This was done with a piece of metal. Jagged."

THAT definitely shocked me.

And it showed in my voice.

"Really? All I remember is getting my foot caught on a root and blacking out."

"Are you sure it was a root?"

"…no."

He went silent and we sat there, enjoying the breeze. My mind was in turmoil from what he had told me. A piece of metal? I wondered if I fell on a nail or a shed tool of some sort or if someone really did come up and scratch out my eyes.

"Haru…" I broke the silence. "Uhm…"

"What is it?"

"Can…this is a little embarrassing, but can you tell me a story?" I asked sheepishly.

"Do you like to read?"

"Three books a week."

"Whoa. Alright then. I'm guessing Hatori told you about the Zodiac."

"Yeah. I pity the cat…"

"Okay then." Haru shuffled around inside for a second as I waited on the porch. He soon came back out. "Here, I have a pretty good book."

"What's it about?"

"Ghost stories."

I held back a shiver. Although I love ghost stories for their uniqueness, and how each one is different, sometimes I hate them because I get scared at night; I start thinking about the ghost as I lie in bed.

Haru began to read.

"Today's battle is our last," the commander-in-chief told the men on the ship's deck. "Remember your honour and fight to the end. What more do we have to live for?"

And indeed it was their last.

No family in all Japan had held greater power than the Heike, or had risen to it so swiftly. But their fall had been even swifter. Chased from the capital city, they had been hounded for nearly two years. And now the remnant of the clan and its loyal samurai warriors were arrayed in boats and ships off the coast at Dan-no-ura, ready for their final stand against an enemy fleet.

As arrows flew and swords whirled, as dead and wounded samurai fell in the boats or dropped in the sea, the doom of the Heike grew clear. Then the clansmen, dressed in full armour, jumped into the waves, drowning themselves rather than fall into enemy hands.

One ship bore the child emperor and the court ladies. When the emperor's grandmother saw that the end was near, she took the emperor in her arms and declared, "Woman though I am, I will not let the enemy lay hands on me. I will go where the emperor must go."

"Where are you taking me, Grandmother?" asked the puzzled boy.

Fighting tears, she told him, "Away from this world of sorrow, to a happier one. Another capital lies beneath the waves."

And hugging him closely, she plunged into the sea.

The twanging notes of a Biwa drifted over the temple garden in the hot summer night.

Sitting cross-legged on the veranda, softly plucking the strings of the lute, was a blind young man named Hoichi. He was dressed in the robe of a Buddhist priest, and his head was shaved like one—but he was not a priest. He was a bard, one of the many blind bards who for centuries had kept alive the tale of the Heike.

Sometime around midnight, unable to sleep in the heat, Hoichi had come out in the evening air, with his Biwa to keep him company. As he played, he thought about the weeks since his coming to live at the temple at Akama. How lucky he was that the priest had invited him! As talented as Hoichi was, he was just starting his career. So he was grateful he no longer had to worry about food or lodging.

Then too there was the honour and thrill of residing in a temple so closely linked to the Heike. Dan-no-ura, the place of their final battle, was just at the edge of town. And it was to appease the restless Heike spirits that the townspeople had built this temple, along with a cemetery nearby, where the priest held services in front of Heike memorial tombs. As for the spirits themselves, they no longer caused too much trouble. But they still showed themselves on dark nights, appearing as small, ghostly flames that hovered over sea and sand. "Demon-fires," they were called.

Hoichi's old teacher had told him, "To perform the tale of the Heike, you must know the Heike well." And where better to come to know them than the temple at Akama?

Hearing something, Hoichi stopped his playing and listened. Through the night came footsteps, measured by a steady clank, clank—the sound of armour.

A samurai coming to the temple, thought Hoichi. What could he want at this hour?

The footsteps moved through the back gate of the temple and across the garden. Clank, clank. They were coming straight toward him! As the young man's heart beat faster, the footsteps halted before the veranda.

"Hoichi!"

"Sir!" replied the young man. Then he added, "Please, sir, I am blind. I cannot see who you are."

"You have nothing to fear," said the voice. "My master, a lord of high rank, is lodging nearby. He came to visit Dan-no-ura, the scene of the famous battle. Now he hears of your talent in reciting the tale of the Heike. He wishes you to come at once to perform for himself and his attendants."

"I am most honoured," said Hoichi.

The young man slung his Biwa on his back and slipped into his straw sandals. Then his arm was clasped in a grip of iron, and he was led rapidly away.

They started down the road to town, and then turned toward the shore. 'Where could we be going'? Thought Hoichi. 'A great lord cannot stay on the beach!'

But before long they stopped, and the samurai called "Open!" The young man heard the sounds of a large double-door gate swinging wide. 'How strange,' thought Hoichi. 'I know nothing of a great house here.'

They crossed a large yard, mounted some steps, removed their sandals, and passed through another door. Then Hoichi was led down long walkways of polished wooden floors, around many corners, and across wide rooms carpeted with straw matting.

At last they entered what Hoichi could tell was a huge room filled by a great company. Silk robes rustled like leaves in a forest, and the air hummed with a multitude of soft voices.

Hoichi was led forward to a cushion on the floor, and the iron grip withdrew from his arm. The young man kneeled and set down his Biwa, then bowed to the lord he knew must be seated before him.

"Hoichi." The stern voice of an old woman came from slightly to the left. The rest of the room fell silent. "You will now recite for us the tale of the Heike."

"It is my honour," said Hoichi, bowing again. "But the tale of the Heike takes many nights to perform in full. Which portion do you wish to hear tonight?"

There was a pause, and Hoichi sensed a tension in the room. Then a man's deep voice came from slightly to the right.

"Recite the tale of the Battle of Dan-no-ura. Of all tales, it is the most poignant."

Hoichi bowed once more, sat cross-legged, took up his Biwa, and tuned it. Then taking his large pick made of horn, he began to play.

Never had Hoichi played better than before this great company. In the tones of his Biwa were the roars of the sea, the whistling of arrows, the crashing of boats, the clanking of armour, the clanging of swords, the cries of fierce warriors.

And then Hoichi's voice lifted in chant. He sang of the gathering of forces at the scene of battle, the formal first exchange of arrows, the words of the commander-in-chief. He sang of the initial advances of the Heike, still hopeful, then the turning of the tide against them and the desertion of many supporters. He sang of the Heike clansmen holding fast to extra armour, even boat anchors, to speed their journey to the bottom of the sea.

At first the listeners were quiet, almost unnaturally so. But as the performance went on, they seemed to grow restless, anxious. Hoichi heard little exclamations, sounds of men weeping. Never have I affected an audience so deeply, thought Hoichi proudly. Encouraged by this, he performed even more brilliantly, even more movingly.

But as he began to sing of the emperor's grandmother—her taking the boy in her arms, the words she spoke to him—the cries and weeping grew louder, until Hoichi became uneasy. And when he sang of their leap into the waters, the company burst out in such wild wailing that Hoichi was frightened.

'What has aroused them so?' He wondered. Can my performance alone have done this?

Hoichi finished, and the noise in the room slowly subsided. Somewhere in front, a boy's quiet whimpering faded away.

"Hoichi," said the old woman, "we had heard high praise for your playing and reciting. But never did we imagine such skill as you have displayed. Our lord will remain here two more nights. You must come each night at the same hour and perform the tale again. And be assured, on the last night you will be well rewarded."

"Thank you!" said Hoichi, bowing again.

"But be warned," continued the woman. "Our lord does not wish his presence here known. Tell no one of your coming!"

The iron grip fell again on Hoichi's arm and led him quickly back the way he had come.

No one had seen Hoichi leave the temple. But the priest, returning after midnight from a service he had performed, happened to enter by the back gate, and he noticed that Hoichi's sandals were gone from the veranda steps. Checking inside, he found that the young man was not in his room.

Where could he be, so late? He wondered.

The next morning, when the priest rose, he checked again, and found Hoichi on his sleeping mat, deep asleep. Hours later, a servant reported that the young man was up at last, and the priest sent for him.

"Hoichi, you've worried me. You were out very late, and none of the servants knows anything about it. Why would you go out like that on your own?"

"It was nothing," said Hoichi. "Just a little business I had to attend to. Please don't concern yourself."

But the young man's answer worried the priest still more. It was not like Hoichi to be secretive.

Later he told one of the servants, "Keep a lookout tonight. If Hoichi leaves again, follow and see where he goes."

That night, the servant kept watch on Hoichi's room from a far corner of the garden. Clouds covered the moon, and it began to drizzle. The servant huddled under a tree, but the rain grew heavier.

"It's almost midnight," grumbled the man. "He won't leave so late, and not in this rain! I'm going to bed."

But just then he saw Hoichi come out of his room with his Biwa and sit on the covered veranda. "What's he up to?" mumbled the servant.

Hoichi sat for a long time, softly playing the Biwa. Then he stopped and seemed to listen to something. All at once, he stiffened and called out, "Sir!"

The puzzled servant looked around. "Who does he think he's talking to?"

He saw Hoichi rise, sling his Biwa on his back, slip into his sandals, and come down the steps. The young man did not even seem to notice the rain. Walking more briskly than a blind man should, he crossed the garden and passed through the gate.

The servant rushed inside and grabbed a lantern. But by the time he got out to the road, Hoichi was already out of sight. The rain was now falling in sheets.

"Hoichi! Hoichi!" He hurried toward town, expecting to catch up any minute. But he didn't see a soul.

"How could he move so quickly? I'd better find him, or the priest will be furious!"

The servant reached town still without seeing Hoichi. He knocked on the doors of every house and establishment he could remember the young man visiting. But all he got for his efforts were the curses of those he awakened.

"It's no use," he told himself. "I've tried everywhere."

He started back to the temple, walking this time by way of the shore. But then, amid the howling of the wind and the beating of the rain, he heard the tones of a Biwa and a voice rose in chant.

"It's him!" he cried, and he hurried toward the sounds. . . .

Once more Hoichi sat amid the noble company. Once more his Biwa and his voice brought to life the Battle of Dan-no-ura. Once more came the little outbursts, the sounds of weeping, growing louder, more anguished, more fervent, until . . .

"Hoichi!"

'What's this?' Thought Hoichi. 'It sounds like one of the temple servants! But what is he doing here? And how could he think of interrupting me like that?'

Hoichi kept playing, kept singing. The emperor's grandmother, taking the boy in her arms, stepping to the edge of the ship. . .

"Hoichi! Hoichi!"

The voice was in his ear, and a hand was on his shoulder, shaking him.

The listeners in the room had grown strangely quiet. Hoichi kept playing his Biwa, but said in a low, desperate voice, "Are you out of your mind? I am performing for this noble company. Go away, or you will bring disaster on us both!"

"Hoichi, you are bewitched! There is no noble company. You are sitting in the rain, here in the cemetery of the Heike. In front of you are the memorial tombs of the emperor, his grandmother, and the commander-in-chief. And all around you are hundreds of demon-fires!"

"What are you talking about?" said Hoichi. "I am in a palace, performing for a great lord!"

The servant did not argue further. Much bigger than Hoichi, he slipped an arm across the young man's chest and hauled him off the muddy ground.

"Stop!" cried Hoichi, struggling against the grasp. "Please! Leave me alone! You'll ruin everything!"

Ignoring both pleading and struggling, the servant dragged him toward the cemetery gate.

The priest looked with concern on the pale, downcast figure before him.

"Hoichi, I'm glad you have finally trusted me enough to explain yourself. And I hope you now understand that it was not for a great lord you performed the tale of the Heike, but for the spirits of the Heike themselves."

"I understand," said Hoichi softly.

"Good," said the priest. "Then you should also understand that the only 'reward' they would give you would be to tear your body to pieces—to give you the 'honour' of joining them forever. You are in great danger, my friend. The samurai will surely come again this third night. And if you go with him this time, you will not return."

The young man trembled.

"None of us here," said the priest, "could oppose this ghostly warrior. But I have thought of a way to save you. To make it work, you'll need great courage and strength of will. Are you willing to try?"

"I am," said Hoichi.

On the priest's request, the young man stripped off his clothes. Then the priest took a brush and ink and began to write on Hoichi's body.

"I am inscribing on you a passage from sacred scripture. When the holy text covers every part of your body—from the top of your head to the soles of your feet—you will be invisible to the spirits. Tonight, when the samurai calls you, sit still and do not make a sound. He will not be able to find you. When he leaves without you, you'll be free from danger for good."

At last the priest finished writing. "I'm afraid I now have a duty I cannot avoid. I must hurry out to perform a service in a nearby village, and I won't be back till very late. But if you do just as I have told you, you'll be perfectly safe. Good luck, my friend."

That night, a little before midnight, Hoichi stepped from his room and sat on the veranda. His Biwa lay in his lap, but he did not play it. He sat still, trying to calm the beat of his heart.

At last he heard it—clank, clank. Through the back gate—clank, clank. Across the garden—clank, clank. Before the veranda—clank.

"Hoichi!"

The young man caught at his breath and forced himself not to reply.

"Hoichi!!"

He tried to stop shaking.

"Hoichi!!!"

His hands clenched, as he willed himself not to faint.

"Hm," said the voice in front of him. "I see the biwa. But of the bard I see nothing."

The footsteps moved onto the veranda and circled partway around him.

"Nothing, that is, except two ears."

Two ears? How can he see my ears?

The steps moved directly behind him. "A bard with no hands or mouth will hardly serve my lord. Still, I must show I have followed orders as best I can. I had better take the ears."

Hoichi froze in terror. He felt two hands clamp his ears in an iron grip and. . .

Later that night, the priest returned from the nearby village. Anxious to check on Hoichi, he entered by the back gate and crossed the garden. Then he stopped in horror.

"Hoichi!" he cried. He rushed to the veranda. "My dear friend, what have they done?"

There lay Hoichi, still and silent, his head resting in a pool of blood.

The young man was alive, but barely. The priest himself bandaged the wounds and sat all night by Hoichi's mat.

It was late morning before Hoichi stirred. Almost at once, he reached up to the sides of his head and touched the cloth that was wound over and around.

The eyes of the priest filled with tears. "My friend, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault, my terrible, terrible fault. I thought I had covered your body completely with the sacred writing. But in my haste to leave, I forgot to write on your ears!"

Hoichi recovered, and as time went on, prospered as well. Word of his adventure spread, and many curious lords and ladies traveled great distances to hear him play and recite. So he gained both fame and wealth.

What's more, Hoichi's encounter gave his performance a depth achieved by few others. For, as his teacher had told him, "To perform the tale of the Heike, you must know the Heike well."

And who would care to know them better than the man called Hoichi the Earless?

I slowly rose from my half-sleep where I had practically dreamt of the story Haru read. "Haru…" I mumbled. "You are an amazing reader." I lifted my head (where I had realized it was on his shoulder! Eep!) and tied my blindfold back on. "That was a great story. Thanks."

"You're welcome…" Haru said, suddenly shy. He put the book back in the house and started banging around in the kitchen. From the heat of the sun, I guessed that the story took a couple hours.

Time flies when you're imagining a story.

"Natsuhiboshi, naze akai?

Yuube hanashii yume wo mita.

Naite hanashita,

Akai me yo…"I started singing. I sat there with the sun beating down on me, singing an old lullaby a friend taught me.

"Natsuhiboshi, naze mayou?

Kieta warashi wo sagashiteru,

Dakara hanashii,

Yume wo miru…" I lay down in the summer sun, absorbing the heat in my white kimono. Listening to the natural sounds around me, as well as Haru in the kitchen, I drifted off…

"You Bastard, Edmund." I mumbled, walking down the hall to my room. Turning on the computer, I opened an msn window.

Miru says:

My brother is an ass-.-

Freak a Geek says:

that's new. –yawns-

Miru says:

Sympathy please!

Freak a Geek says:

Muffin in Distress! M.I.D.!

Miru says:

-glares-

Freak a Geek says:

so tell me something random

Miru says:

do you ever wish you could fall in love with the 'perfect man'?

Freak a Geek says:

OMG! Has Miru fallen in love?

Miru says:

no, it's just a thought. I'm saying this because I haven't fallen in love yet.

Freak a Geek says:

Keyword, 'yet'

Miru says:

We're girls, we're allowed to dream of the impossible.

Freak a Geek says:

Too true, my friend.

"Miru, get off my computer!" My brother shouted from the next room, the kitchen.

"It's not your computer, it's the families. And has anyone told you how much of an ass you are? I have no idea why you have a girlfriend." I ducked into my room before my brother could cause any physical harm.

I snapped awake, but it was all the same. From darkness of sleep to darkness of day. But still, that dream…

It was about my brother and my best friend, Micah. I hated my brother. He's two years older, and thinks he's the head of the house. He reminds me of a gentle Akito. And then there's Micah, the best person in the world. She could flip a bad situation and change the subject into something comical.

Sadly, she got into anime too late, and she couldn't watch most of the good ones, such as Fruits Basket or Full Metal Alchemist on youtube.

"Miru?" Someone called.

"Haru?" I asked. I didn't think it was him; the voice was too different. It was probably Hatori. I sat up, realizing that I was still on the porch.

"It's Hatori." Oh, I am SO right! Go me! I felt his stethoscope against my chest again. "Breathe deep."

"MUST you do this every time you see me?" I demanded, in a better mood after my nap.

"I'm afraid so, until your condition gets better." He checked my pulse.

"And when will that be?"

"In a few days your ankle will be fully healed, and Shigure can sign you up for school. I have the entrance exam here. Get Tohru or someone to help you fill it out soon."

"School! YES! Something to do!"

"Mind you, there's only 4 days left. You'll begin next year."

"Crap."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the main house."

"'Kay. Bye, Ha'ri!" I waved him off, using my nickname for him. He was becoming a friend to me, like Tohru and Haru. I wasn't sure of Kyo, and Yuki was too obvious in hiding the curse from me.

Not that he needed to.

I yawned and hobbled back inside the house. From the temperature, I could tell it was past noon, probably around 2, and I guessed Haru was inside with food.

"Haru?" I called. Nothing, not even a creak in the floorboards. "hello?" Still nothing. I ran my hand along the wall, and up the stairs, listening intently. Soon I heard someone in one of the rooms, and I opened the door.

"Haru?" I called again. Something soft but heavy hit the floor in a scuffle of leather as Haru swore under his breath, and I was tempted to ask what he was doing.

"Uhm…hi? Blind person here!"

"Sorry, Miru. I just dropped my coat, that's all."

"Your coat."

"Yes."

"And why do you have a coat in the middle of summer?" I knew the reason; if he were to transform while away from the house, he would need something to 'cover up' after. But I wanted him to spill the beans.

"Uh, no reason."

Awkward silence.

I coughed.

"Y'know, I can tell, for some odd reason, when you're lying. There's a reason, I'm sure, but I'll let it go this time. Can I have some food?"

"Uh, yeah, hang on."

He took my hand (my heart skipped a beat, strangely. I puzzled over it for a while) and pulled me gently downstairs to the table, where he set some turkey sandwiches. I thanked him and began to eat.

I sensed something was wrong. Haru seemed depressed.

"Haru, is everything okay?" I asked, taking another bite of my sandwich.

"Huh? Yeah, everything's fine."

"Right. Liar."
He sighed.

"You're to go to the main house soon, preferably today. Akito's pushy. I'm…"

"What?"

"Never mind. Akito just isn't to be trusted. Hatori will go over it with you when he comes to pick you up."

"Why do I have to go today?" I asked.

"Because if you go earlier, you won't anger Akito, and you might not get hurt."

I winced at his words and finished eating. In half an hour (Haru read another story to me, this time a shorter one) Ha'ri came to pick me up. Haru came with us, but apparently he wasn't allowed to come in with me. I was to go alone.

I was scared. I knew from the anime that Akito was pure evil, that he thought he was god, the ruler of the Zodiac, etc. I was shaking. I didn't want to go, but I put a brave face on.

As if to reassure me, Haru placed a hand on my shoulder.

"So be polite at all times. If he hurts you, call me. I'll be right outside the door. Got it?" Hatori instructed.

"Yeah…You make it sound like he's some sort of crazy criminal."

"…He took out my right eye." Hatori said gravely.

"He governs over all of us. Whatever he says, we have to do." Haru informed me.

"And what gives him this right?" I demanded.

Both fell silent.

I sighed as Ha'ri parked the car.

"Here we are." He said.

"Hobey ho, let's go."

"Huh?" Haru asked.

"Confidence builder. Read it in a book once. Don't ask." I responded, then took hold of the end of Ha'ri's coat and followed him up some steps and into the shade of a house.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and needlessly looked back at the car, as if I could see my new friend there.

A/N: 'nother chapter up. The story was from a site that I found, called reviews is all I ask.

Sarii