Koshimi stood beside her cousin across the road from the warehouse Tatsuki was walking toward.

"You know you can't go near him. You could get your arm injured again," Kiba told her.

"I know," she replied," This one is up to the boys."

Tatsuki was evidently followed a past vision of Kazuma going into the warehouse. Just as Tatsuki stepped over the fence, he was attacked by Kazuma who was wielding a knife. He missed by inches as Tatsuki dodged and blasted him into a bunch of crates. Kiba made his way toward the boys, inconspicuously. Koshimi waited till her cousin's attention wasn't on her at all before moving forward to see all that went on. Tatsuki apparently looked at Kazuma as himself. He was aiming to kill himself and Kazuma and be done with it. Just as he was about to hit Kazuma with his powers again, a body stepped in front and got knocked back. Kotarou had arrived and Yuuto as not far behind. He ran over to Kotarou. Tatsuki stared at them.

"Don't do it," Kotarou pleaded," Please leave him alone! I'm the one you really hate, right? I'm the one you wanna take this out on."

They were both knocked back by Tatsuki's power. He had completely lost it and his powers were out of control. Kotarou picked himself up off the ground and surged forward toward Tatsuki. Somehow, all of the wreckage seemed to be avoiding Kotarou as he moved forward toward his cousin.

-You're right. I do hate you. I've become a twisted, ugly human being because of what you did to me…but you still never stopped…looking at me like that. Like you used to. With those clear, untainted eyes. Why did this happen to us? Why did we end up so completely different? We were the same, weren't we?-

Tatsuki bent over and began to cry.

-WE WERE THE SAME WEREN'T WE?-

Koshimi stood back, astonished that the two were communicating through their minds. They had links deeper than she had ever imagined. She felt like an intruder being able to hear it all. Kotarou was in tears as well as he reached out to Tatsuki.

-We were…we were the same, Tatsuki. That's why I can understand you. I know you lost something really important. Tatsuki. Whatever it is you lost I swear I'll get it back!-

Kotarou finally reached Tatsuki and pulled him into a hug. Tatsuki lost consciousness at that moment and fell into Kotarou's arms, who lowered him to the ground. Yuuto slowly made his way to them. Looking around, the place was a mess from Tatsuki's powers losing it and destroying almost everything in the vicinity. Kiba was over by Kazuma who was still on the ground and couldn't get up because he had a broken arm. Koshimi moved over to them, feeling a sense of irony that she had something in common with Kazuma suddenly.

"Don't move. The bone's broken," Kiba told the boy," An ambulance will arrive in five minutes."

Kotarou seemed to notice them. He got up and came over to them. He placed a hand on Kazuma's arm and to everyone's shock it healed completely. Kotarou was completely devoid of emotion, his eyes stuck forward. He reached out to Koshimi and healed her arm as well. She pulled her arm out of the sling as Kotarou walked back to Tatsuki and Yuuto. She examined her arm and found it perfect.

"How?" she mumbled to herself.

Where Kotarou had touched the ground when he knelt to heal Kazuma was now covered in flowers. Kiba noticed that Kotarou had an extremely powerful gift as he went back to Tatsuki and knelt down and placed his hands on Tatsuki's head. The police soon arrived and took Kazuma into custody. Kiba dropped Koshimi and Tatsuki home while Yuuto and Kotarou rode back on the motorbike. Tatsuki was still out and his head lay in Koshimi's lap in the backseat all the way back. Kiba helped bring Tatsuki up to his bed to rest before leaving.

For two days, Tatsuki was out. His parents arrived in the meantime to help take care of him and Kotarou couldn't remember what had happened. He didn't remember doing anything at all, but he still remembered that Tatsuki had powers that had caused him to see terrible things. Koshimi had stayed home on the second day to help Tatsuki's parents with the house and to keep an eye on Tatsuki while his parents tried to get some things done. It was around noon when Koshimi felt the stirrings of Tatsuki's mind. She was downstairs washing dishes when she felt his mind move from sleeping to waking. She dropped the dishes and, after drying her hands on a dish towel, ran up the stairs to his bedroom. She pulled open the door and found him just sitting up.

"He's up!" she called down from his bedroom doorway.

The thundering of his parent's footsteps sounded as they came up the stairs and made it to his room. He looked over and his mother ran over to hug him.

"Tatsuki! Are you feeling better? Koshimi told us you'd hadn't been sleeping well, but to go through two days straight?"

He looked around at them in confusion before his eyes focused on the doorway where Koshimi stood watching him. His eyes moved briefly to her arm, which was completely healed, before going up to her face.

"Ko-"

"I'll go made lunch," she announced, dashing out of the room.

It didn't take her long to get lunch on the table and Tatsuki's parents helped their son to the table.

"I'm fine," he informed his mother as she tried to help him to sit on the ground.

After eating, Koshimi went back to washing the dishes and Tatsuki's parents chattered with Tatsuki rarely answering.

"Koshimi took such good care of you while you were asleep. She kept checking on you every hour. She even kept you nice and clean by washing your face twice a day," Tatsuki's mom raved.

Koshimi glanced over her shoulder to see Tatsuki watching her. She turned back and hid her face in her hair as she started drying dishes.

"Wouldn't she make a lovely wife, Tatsuki?" his mom commented, slyly.

Koshimi almost dropped the plate she had been drying as she heard Tatsuki slightly choke on the tea he had been taking a sip of. His mom rubbed his back in alarm. Koshimi hurried through the drying, but it was useless as Tatsuki's father looked at the time and put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"We have to run out to the post office and the bank. We'll be back in a half hour. Koshimi, please look after Tatsuki?" his father asked.

"Of course," she responded, quietly.

They smiled and left, Tatsuki's mom kissing his check before she disappeared out the door. The two teens were silent for a moment in awkwardness.

"Thank you," Tatsuki said, quietly," For taking care of me."

"No problem."

"I'm…sorry I broke your arm."

Koshimi stiffly sat at the table as far from him as she could.

"It's not broken anymore," she dismissed it.

"It shouldn't have broken in the first place."

Koshimi looked over to see Tatsuki's head in his hands, his elbows on the table. Her eyes softened as his mind was screaming. He was so sorry for hurting her, he was afraid of Kotarou knowing about his powers, he was afraid of how things were going to be since he'd hurt two people he lived with and loved. Koshimi sighed quietly and got up. She went over to Tatsuki and, kneeling down, hugged him from behind as he began to cry.

"I'm sorry, Koshimi. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. I was so sad…so angry. I'm so sorry."

"You are the biggest softie I've ever known," Koshimi smiled, brushing a couple tears out of her eyes.

Tatsuki looked over his shoulder at her.

"Do I get another chance or did I lose it forever?"

Koshimi smiled and moved so she was kneeling beside him. She put a hand behind Tatsuki's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Tatsuki reacted instantly, placing one hand on her cheek and the other on her shoulder.

"No more trips to the hospital for me, okay?" she told him between kisses.

"Never."