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And I raise my head and stare

Into the eyes of a stranger.

I've always known the mirror never lies.

People always turn away from the eyes of a stranger.

Afraid to know what lies behind the stare.

"Eyes of a Stranger," Queensryche

Eyes of a Stranger

I had the dream again last night. The same one I've been having for four straight months: I'm fighting someone that's hidden in shadows, I get mortally wounded, and as I'm lying in a pool of my own blood I manage to trap the other person in some kind of portal.

This is freaky. With every night the dream gets more and more vivid; I can almost make out the features of the other person. I think it's a woman. But why do I have it and why is it getting stronger now?

I can't shake the feeling that something big's coming. Like I did when Takeru died and I'm scared. I can't handle losing someone else.

-excerpt from the journal of Yagami Hikari

Hikari shut the small leather bound book and laid it on her oak desk. She peered around to check that no one, namely a nosey older brother, was around and thumped a select spot on the surface. On the underside of the desk a secret compartment dropped down, she placed the journal inside it, and pushed it back into place. It blended with the desk so well that only someone who knew it was there would be able to find it.

She sighed and made sure her room was tidy, unlike her brother's, and did a spot check that all her magical objects were right where she left them, before braving the rest of the apartment.

Her room was abnormally neat but almost every other room in the apartment looked like a tornado had passed through it. She had to maneuver around food cartons, magazines, dirty clothes, and some kind of fungi before getting to the hallway where her coat and bag were.

She had the door opened halfway when she remembered her usual morning chore. Without turning around she yelled, "Taichi breakfast is ready!"

At the word "ready" a loud banging sound came from Taichi's room and her older brother, completely dressed, stumbled out and looked around wildly. When he realized there was nothing cooking he grumbled and slouched over to the kitchen.

Hikari rolled her eyes and ran down the hallway to the elevator before Taichi could insist on walking her there. He had become very overprotective ever since it happened. Everything changed after it happened…

She shivered as she stepped outside but not from the cold. Eyes staring at the ground she walked to the end of the street and down the subway steps. She bought a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin as she waited for her train to arrive.

Next to her stood a slightly, older man with greasy black hair, piggy little eyes, and pockmarked skin. He had a somewhat muscular build and wore worn sneakers, faded jeans, a black coat, and a pair of black gloves. She shifted on her feet nervously when he stared at her.

A wicked smile formed on his face. "Hey babe how's about you and me have a little fun?" He stepped forward and she backed up a little.

"No thanks. I'm kinda busy."

He grabbed her arm tight and she searched her panic driven mind for a spell but no came to her. "C'mon. It'll be fun."

"I believe the lady said no."

She and the man looked behind the man to see a boy Hikari's age, eyes traveling from Hikari to the man with a frown on his face. The older man said, "Go back to the sandbox you came from, kid. This ain't any of your business."

The man turned back to look at Hikari but the boy's fist connected with his face. There was a horrible crunching noise as fist met bone and the man fell back clutching his nose, gushing blood. "I don't think you heard me," said Hikari's hero. "The lady said no."

"I heard," gulped the older man. The boy cracked his knuckles threatingly and the man decided it would be wise to run away.

Hikari took this time to study her rescuer. He had a tan, handsome face, warm brown eyes filled with emotions too intense for her to look at, maroon colored hair styled in spikes, and an athlete's build. He wore a pair of square goggles on his head, a brown leather jacket, a black tee shirt that showed off his well sculpted chest, jeans, and sneakers.

He turned to look at Hikari, the anger leaving his eyes and concern replacing it. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

She stared at him for a second and then realized what she was doing and looked away, blushing. "No. I'm fine."

He grinned. "That's good. I can't stand people like that." He extended his hand for her to shake and introduced himself, "I'm Motomiya Daisuke. But you can call me Davis," he added with a wink.

She managed to smile and took his offered hand. "I'm Yagami Hikari. But it's Kari to you and everyone else."

"Hey would you like to get something to eat or something at the vending machines?"

He seemed like a really nice guy; she was going to regret rejecting his offer. "I'd love to," his face lit up, "some other time." His face fell and she added, "I just have to make my train,-"

He put up a hand to silence her. "It's okay. I understand." Before she had the chance to make some sort of reply a beeping noise sounded from his pocket. He reached in and in one motion grabbed his cell phone and flipped it open. "I've got to take this. It's for work."

She called out goodbye as he walked back up the stairs to get a reception. He raised a hand for goodbye and disappeared from her range of sight.

Her train pulled up at the platform and it was when she was sitting down, staring out the window that she realized why she couldn't stare into his eyes. They were a reflection of her own.

Motomiya Daisuke, even with all that had happened to him in his life, was not a believer in destiny. And for someone who's fought vampires and demons, and seen magic that's saying a lot. He especially did not believe in it that day.

This had not been his year. First his promotion was put off because he was believed unready for it, and then he had been transferred from America to Japan. The only good thing was that he was able to speak Japanese fluently or he'd have quit before they could send him.

Sometimes he wondered if fighting evil was really as great as everyone made it out to be…

After saving that pretty girl from that perverted old man and being briefed on his mission by his superior officers, he found himself sitting in the dean's office of Tokyo University. The dean was an old man that made Daisuke instantly think of a librarian that wore bifocals and a tweed suit. He had salt and pepper hair.

The dean's mouth was currently open and droning on and on about how Daisuke would enjoy it there. The portfolio of fabricated information on schools and different credentials was open on his desk and he flicked through it every so often.

Daisuke was aware that the man was speaking but he was too bored to really pay attention anymore. He was brought back to reality when the old man shut the portfolio and stood up. Daisuke hurriedly followed suit and shook the man's hand. "I hope you find the school adequate, Mr. Motomiya."

"No worries. I think I'll like it here."

He hurried out of the office, afraid the dean would start talking again, and down the hallway past classrooms of teachers giving lectures. He just started here so he'd have no classes today. Without anything else to do, Daisuke went to the library and browsed through the shelves.

Most people thought Daisuke was the stereotypical jock: all brawn and no brains. In reality he was quite intelligent but usually had trouble listening to his common sense. He loved sports and doing more hands on activities but he did enjoy a good book too.

He had turned to look in the Fiction section when he spotted her. She was sitting at a table next to the windows, textbook and papers out, scribbling furiously while her eyes flickered to the book and back to the paper.

He sat down across from her and coughed quietly but loud enough to hear. She looked up startled but when she saw it was him, her face became a mask of seriousness. "Are you stalking me?" she asked in a no nonsense tone of voice.

His left eyebrow raised and was about to deny the accusation when he saw she was fighting back a smile. He smirked and retorted, "You wish."

"So what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to school here."

"No way!" He shrugged nonchalantly. "This is pretty weird running into each other twice in one day like this. Maybe it's destiny."

He snorted and she gave him a confused look. "I don't believe in destiny. I don't like to think that I'm not in control of my own life. You know?"

"I know what you mean."

In that moment chocolate orbs met burgundy ones and Daisuke had not trouble believing her. Her eyes mirrored his own…

Author's Notes: I'm going to focus on this fic a little more than Razorblade Kiss since I've lost the inspiration for it. I've already got the ending plotted out but I kinda forgot how I was getting there. Until next time: please read and review.

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