A/N: Okay, so before we begin, I wanted to tell you that it's been getting difficult to write this story lately. It's not that I don't love it, but normally I have an idea of where my stories are going to go... I don't with this. :1 I have some ideas, but how to get to some of those, and how I want this to end; none of it is in my head. So I'm saying now hat if I miss a week update, it may be because I have no idea what I want to write, even if it meant saving my life. Watch, not I'll update on time every week. XD I just wanted to say that. I also want to say sorry for such short chapters lately. They are kind of boring and lacking, but these are important chapters to bring up characters and get some stories in. I promise to pick things up in the next to chapters... I hope. :'3

And look at that! Character updates! Look who ish here. ;3 More problems. Small, like I said, but it's important. We need to get things going, right? XD Okay, enough of my babbling. Get to the reading!

-Misty

Potent
Chapter 6:

All I've Ever Wanted

We had spent days down in that rebel camp. I don't know how many and I don't know how long, because everything blurred together in the strangest of ways. I just know it must have been past a week before we could leave.

In the days we spent there, I was taken to dozens of rebel meetings, at the least. I don't know why, because no one ever called on me, talked to me, or even remotely looked at me. Yukimi had said I should be there to hear about all of the plans, but I couldn't care less. Time spent there was time spent away from Yoite, and then, to add to the discomfort of being away from him, I was ganged up on by so many people, asking me so many questions and begging for answers, answers I didn't have for them. I only answered a few out of the hundreds there were, which was not enough to appease these poor people.

Then, of course, there was Reimai. She must have come after me with that katana of hers several times. I don't get her deal. Raikou said that was she was doing was honorable, and I can see that she's worried for the future, but so am I.

I'm not capable of doing this. I can't do this. I'm not strong, I'm not overly smart, and I'm just one person. What could I possibly do? What could some sixteen year old who was forced into this world do to keep the universe intact?

I want to ask someone for help, but who? The only people who have any good ideas or opinions are dead, the people around me who have some clues as to the situation won't help me, and that leaves me with the Shinrabansou. Whoopee.

"Oh, Miharu, you're so cruel."

"Shut up..." I growl.

I need help. I need someone I can talk to, someone who can answer my hundreds of questions and give me a damn break, but there is no one like that for me. Besides Yoite, I am utterly alone.

"You could always bring back your deceased mother and ask her." Miss Fairy suggests. I completely ignore her and look to Yoite on the bed.

He's sleeping peacefully. He's under the heavy blanket and in some warm pajamas that were in the bag Hana had given us. His head is barely poking out of the top of the blanket, leaving his nose out so he can breathe. His eyes are gently closed and his black hair is strewn against the soft of his face. That's all of him that shows though.

I smile in his direction, but I inwardly frown. It's been a few says since we got to the hotel, and that's fine, but these past few days, he's been quiet. Yoite normally is quiet, but with this silence, he let off a dangerous feeling, and what was worse, he let it off at me. I don't know why.

He was fine before we left. It was a few minutes before we left, Hana and Kazuho were gawking over him and his health, and Gau, Kouichi, and Reimai were all talking all at once around me. Kouichi seemed glued to the girl now, no doubt some sort of crush was developing. Gau was talking about Raikou, as per the usual. I wasn't listening to them all too much; the Shinrabansou was talking away in my ear and I didn't need three other people doing the same. Something about the amount of burden these poor people carried and blah, blah, blah.

I looked away from them and tuned them out, seeing as how I was no longer the focal point of their conversation or attention. I looked around to the rebels instead. Being around this many people for more than a week, I guess I could say I'm happy that I recognize some of them. I know everyone's face by now, but putting the names to them is difficult. I've learned of Miss Oda, a previous leader to the fallen Togakoshi clan. She's apparently very important.

Then there's Saraba. She's Jūji's sensei and also the new leader of the fallen Fuuma (fallen after Kotarou's rise to power). She's done her best to keep them going, and with Raikou's help and Reimai's protection, they're starting to reappear in the Nabari world. I got to talk to her and Jūji, and it seems that Jūji has taken a liking to me. I don't know why, but she likes to talk to me. At least she talks to me like I'm a normal person without serious responsibilities. She treats me like a human, and I can't thank her enough for that.

I had turned to look for Yoite again, but someone caught my eyes. I saw them, far in the crowd and standing by themselves. So far off, I couldn't see the details of them. I looked back to the others and when I noticed that they weren't paying any attention to me, I slipped away to get a better look at this person. After getting through half of the crowd between us, I finally can get enough of their details.

I know this person, but not personally. I saw him on the projector, one of the rebels in the lineup. He wasn't here a few days ago, I know because I would have seen him, but he's here now. Him with his short, black hair and those big, blue eyes that seemed awfully familiar. He was taller than me, but not by much. I definitely remember his face, because I remembered thinking that he resembled Yoite.

What was his name again? It's been a month and I felt like I had the name on the tip of my tongue. What was it?

"Is everything alright?" Jūji had asked me. I looked away from this boy and down to her. She was standing by my side, her fingers twiddling behind her back and a wide smile on my face.

"Oh, y-yeah. Sorry, I spaced out." I said to her.

"Is something on your mind?" She asked me and tucked her teal hair behind her ear.

"Um... Jūji, what's that boy's name?" I asked and pointed to him. Jūji looked in his direction and tilted her head.

"Him...? That's Tsukada Kōdō." She answered.

There! That was his name!

"Ah, right," I reply as impassive as ever. I don't want my inner victory to show.

"Why do you ask?" She asked me.

"Uh, I just thought that I knew him." I said. Jūji smiled at me and patted my shoulder. I looked down at her and attempted a smile, something that probably frightened her.

"Do you know anything about him, this, Tsukasa Kōdō?" I asked. Jūji opened her mouth, ready to answer, but a hand suddenly snatched at my wrist and yanked me away. I looked at the person dragging me away, and I saw Yoite. "Y-Yoite-?" I couldn't get out anything before he yanked rather hard on me.

"It's time to go." His voice had been so strict and rough. He sounded angry and upset, so upset, but at me?

I don't know if I did anything wrong. I don't know if I had upset him that day, but obviously he wasn't happy. I tried countering him about it yesterday, but he denied it and hid himself in the bathroom. He's been abnormally quiet ever since.

"Do you think I did anything wrong?" I ask quietly.

"I don't know. Your world is so different from the world I'm used to. Teenage hormones and emotions are utterly confusing. Anything could have set him off. It may not have been you." Miss Fairy answers. I look back at Yoite, watching him shake slightly. I furrow my eyebrows at the sight.

"I thought you were the Shinrabansou, the thing that had the world's wisdom? Don't you know what's going on?" I asked as I step quietly to the bed.

"Teenagers are a whole new world, far out of my knowledge. If rather keep it that way." She answers.

I look down at Yoite, watching as his body shivers in his sleep. Is he cold? Sick? I quickly grab another blanket hanging off of the bed and undo it to set it down on him, but his shivering doesn't subside, however.

"Sick...?" I murmur and press my hand delicately to his forehead. As if on cue, Yoite's blue eyes snap open. I only get the chance to feel his warm skin, warm by a fever and in a cold sweat, before Yoite sits up in a start.

"No!" He cries. I jump in surprise, but I reach out a hand to him as he curls up. He clutches the blankets in his hands so tight that, even with the scars from his Kira technique, I can see his knuckles turn white.

"Yoite," I say, my voice raspy from the surprise.

"No, it's not like that… That isn't right…" He mumbles while covering his face with his other hand. My eyes widen slightly at his words. Is he still sleeping? Is he talking in his sleep? The look in his eyes makes him look like he's asleep, or even worse to think, dead.

They are so foggy, barely a pupil in sight and glazed with defeat. What the hell is this?

"There was never a Sora…" He continues to mumble. "I was the only one there… Wasn't I?" He asks. I open my mouth to answer, but I realize that I don't have an answer.

I don't know how to answer this. I don't know what he's going on about or who this Sora is.

"Was I not there? For sixteen years I didn't have a name… Not until Yukimi called me Yoite…" I grab at Yoite's shoulders and shake him, hoping to get him out of this fog he's in. I don't care if he's asleep or if he's dreaming, I want him to wake up.

He's scaring me.

"Yoite!" I yell out his name.

"It's like I'm some kind of puppet… And no one sees the real me, like I don't even exist." He brings his legs up to his chest, hiding his face behind his hands and boney knees. I grab at his wrists, hoping to expose his face, but he isn't budging.

"Yoite!" I call out.

"It's not like that! It's not like that at all!" He cries.

"Yoite!"

"There was never any Sora to begin with!"

"Yoite!" I've never shouted like that, not out of anger or pain, but out of fear and worry.

He's scaring me.

Yoite lifts his head up from his knees. What I hoped to see in his eyes, I don't see. They couldn't look any more dead, even if he really was dead. His skin is pale, the blood gone from his face, making him look lifeless.

"Miharu…?" He says quietly. His voice has become dull and scratchy. Even that sounds dead. He reaches out a hand, aimlessly reaching it forward and away from me. "Where… Are you?"

My eyes widen in fear. He can't see me… Can he?

I grab onto that wondering hand of his and bring it to my face. I cradle his cold hand against my cheek and rub his hand gently, hoping that it does something, anything.

"I'm right here, Yoite." I say. "Can't you see me?" Why am I asking? I don't want to know the answer.

He doesn't answer. The tears seep down his dull, blue eyes, slip down his pale cheeks, and fall off of his sharp chin and jawline. I swallow down guilt and pain and pull Yoite against me, his face in my shoulder and his tears dripping on my neck.

"Miharu…" He mumbles.

"What is it, Yoite?" I ask, my lips pressing against his ear. Please tell me what it is. I want to know. I want to help you.

"Please save me… I don't want to die…" The words fall so carelessly from his mouth. They drip like venom off of snake fangs, and it's poisoning my heart.

Now I can't think straight. There are so many things going through my head that I can't even answer him.

He's sick. He's dying. I don't know if he can see me and I don't know how long that'll last. He's asking for my help, but what can I do? I'm one person… And I don't know what to do…

"I don't want to die… I just want to disappear…"

Please… Please don't say that…

"Yoite…" I press my face into the crook of his neck, feeling my nose dip into his scar.

What is this? What is he asking of me? Why is he asking this of me? What could I possibly do, and what set this whole thing off to begin with?

I finally feel Yoite's arms wrap around me. They rest against the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I don't object. Why would I?

"I don't want to leave behind a trace… It should be easy to do… I never really existed from the beginning… I never had a chance…"

That isn't true. I don't care what you or anyone says.

"Yoite…" That's all I can say. I can't say that things we'll be alright, because I don't know that, and I can't say I'll make that happen.

Who would want such a thing; to not die, but to disappear? To not even be a thought, for your soul to never have existed? Why does he want this, and why is he asking me for this?

"Because you have the power to help him…" Miss Fairy says. I can imagine her silhouette sitting by us, leaning against the edge of the bed while I hug Yoite and try to bring him comfort.

'But…' I tighten my embrace around him so it hurts even me to cling to him like this. 'I don't want you to disappear…'

My own tears begin to burn my eyes. I won't let them fall, because I don't want Yoite getting more worked up than he already is. I have to stay strong for him. I pull my head back a little, only to press kisses to the side of his head. I start by his ear, and then move them down to his cheek. I trace my lips against his jawline and then press a lingering kiss to his temple.

All the while, he doesn't move. He lets me do it without protest; he doesn't push me away or verbally abuse me, but he doesn't kiss back either. He sits by, his forehead resting on my shoulder while I try to bring him some comfort.

"Would you do it?" Miss Fairy asks. I ignore her and lift Yoite's head off of my shoulder, just so I can look at him. His eyes have returned to their normal, bright selves. His pupils are wide, nearly kicking away all of the blue his eyes possess, like he's shocked or confused, but he doesn't say anything. His mouth is barely parted, letting out small, shaky breathes. I lean forward and press my lips to his without question or hesitation.

"Would you erase his existence, if it would make him happy? If it meant that he would smile in the end…?"

Yoite's hands tighten around me, a tiny sigh escaping him while I run a hand against his chest. I hadn't noticed that I had kept my eyes open when I kissed him, but when he pulled away, his own eyes questioning me on the action, I simply blush. I press against his chest more, my lips finding his before he could say anything. The multiple amounts of pressure have him tipping backwards onto the bed, his head falling softly into the pillow while I hover over him.

"Or would you live your life a blissful ignorance?"

A/N: Hehehe~ Yes, I ended it there. Now review. owo...