I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong…

She didn't like the way he was looking at her. Standing all tall, hands in his pockets, a quizzical look on his face. Ha, like he was hot stuff! Fuko pouted angrily at him. "What are you looking at, weirdo?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Who're you calling weirdo?"

"You! You and your weird hair and stupid face, that's who!"

"What did you say?!"

"You heard Fuko! You're a stupid ugly blondie weirdo! Who thinks he's cooler than he really is!"

"Why you little…!"

"Hey! Stop fighting with Fuko, Sunohara, or I will have to make you."

Fuko looked up at Kyou gratefully, but she could have handled that freak on her own and everyone knew it. Oh well. She brushed it off and stuck up a conversation with her friend, glancing at Sunohara every now and then, hoping that he would say something to her again. It was just another one of their friendly little fights, but she knew that he didn't remember them. It made her sad, but it also filled her with determination to make him remember again.

"Who is this kid?" Sunohara nearly hissed at Tomoya, who shrugged as an answer. "I don't know. Kyou and Ryou just brought her along."

"Don't think I'm paying for your food, too, kid!" Sunohara barked, sending a glare Fuko's way.

She returned her own. "Good, Fuko doesn't need your money, anyway!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Fuko spun back around and turned her back to her former friend, a small smile on her face once her face way away from his line of sight. Oh, how she missed him. Too bad he did not remember her. She was glad to have woken up before he graduated, because then he probably would have moved away and she would have lost her chance to reunite with him. She only had one year to make him remember her. That was hard enough on its own.

"Don't mind that little idiot," Kyou snarled suddenly, snapping Fuko out of her thoughts. "He's always like this."

Fuko nodded softly. She planned on making the same impression on him that she had the first time they had met and attempt to relight their friendship. The flames were still there, she knew it. She just had to find them. Make them burn brighter.

Those flames are Fuko's, and she's going to light them ablaze!

The dinner was very nice. Nobody ate until everyone had their food, but Fuko knew it was because Nagisa and Kyou and Ryou told the boys not to eat until everyone had received their meals.

"Now time to eat," Sunohara cheered in a sing-song voice, a cheerful look on his face as two eager hands rubbed together.

"Would you contain yourself?" Kyou snapped, sending him a poisonous look that was completely ignored.

Fuko paid him little heed and allowed herself to indulge in the meal herself. Her gaze flicked form each member of the table with a touch of sadness. She had made sure to go meet Kyou again, but she still missed her friendships with everyone else, too. Nagisa was such a sweet friend, and Tomoya was a good one, too, even if he was a weirdo. As she ate, she drifted into her own thoughts.

She reenacted her first encounter with Kyou to the best of her abilities, but it was too difficult to recall every last detail, so she had to make some up. Nibbling on a pastry, she remembered how she decided to take on Kyou's friendship for the second time…

"Hello?"

Kyou turned around to find the source of the voice that called out of attention, her eyes falling on a student with a determined blaze in her eyes and a wooden star held tight in her grip. She blinked, and watched as she held to star out.

"Please accept this starfish!"

Kyou raised her eyebrows, but took hesitantly took the wooden carving into her hands. "Oh… uh, thank you." Looking down at the wooden starfish, she realized that there was a message scrawled onto it in black marker.

"please accept my friendship!"

Fuko bowed in a thank you and began to explain her gift to the girl. "Fuko is new to this school, so she does not have any friends. However, Fuko has heard a lot about you, Fujibayashi, Kyou!"

"Fuko!"

Fuko jumped and blinked, shaking her head. She had to stop spacing out like that.

"You've been nibbling on that pastry for a while now, are you not hungry?" Kyou's eyes bore a worried expression, a thin frown on her face.

"Fuko is fine," Fuko assured her, stuffing the entire pastry into her mouth to prove her point and earning a laugh from her friend and her sister. The rest of the dinner went swimmingly, Fuko made sure to say some things to everyone and appear to be friendly, although it was hard not to get into arguments with Sunohara again.

By the end of the dinner, Fuko was fishing something out of her bag. Everyone had risen from the table and the bill way paid. Fuko scurried over to Sunohara as he was speaking to Tomoya, and grabbed his arm. He stopped in mid-step and glanced at her. "What?"

Fuko shoved a wooden starfish into his chest. "Please accept this starfish!"