Ryou looked down at the girl of his dreams, worry etching thick into his brow. Slowly, he dipped a cloth into a bowl of cool water, wrung it out so it held its chill but not the water and rearranged it on her forehead. She barely flinched as the cold made contact with her fiery skin, but steam started to coil up and above her head.

It was day two of Shokora's sudden illness after she had finally and permanently expelled Eclaire from her mind and so far she hadn't come out of her vicious fever. Keiichiro was monitoring her as best he could while keeping the café running. The girls would come in every now and then, bringing new water, food for him and a light broth for her, but he was left mostly alone with the struggling girl.

He ran a hand across her forehead, wiping away loose hairs that clung to her sweat soaked brow. She opened her eyes at the movement, a slow incoherent motion that held nothing in it. She may have her eyes open, but he had learned that it did not mean that she was aware. He took the cloth from her forehead, now warm and on the dry side, and rewet it.

When he turned back to her, she had moved. Only slightly but her eyes were now looking toward the window with a sort of purpose. Again, Ryou paid it very little attention for it wasn't the first time her body had shifted. He started to place the cloth on her forehead when her hand shot up from the blankets and wrapped around his wrist. He was so surprised be barely registered the pain that was coursing through his wrist as her grip tightened.

"He who watches…" She whispered harshly, her vocal cords straining to produce a sound. "Not to be seen…will lose what he desires…" Ryou flinched as her grip tightened even harder on his bones and started to try to pry her fingers from his arm. Her fingers were like steel, strong and immobile. Her grip shifted and Ryou jumped back as far as he could with his wrist still held captive as Shokora suddenly sat up in bed, eyes locked on something just outside the window. He was horrified, watching as her head slowly tilted to the side and a small smile stretched her lips. "Unless he intervenes. "

The spell broke like that. Shokora's eyes rolled up and the blood completely drained from her face. Every tight muscle in her body slackened and she fell back onto the bed. Ryou, panting, looked down at Shokora for a moment, unsure if what he saw was real or not because she looked like she hadn't moved at all, her breathing resuming its even but shallow rhythm. He scrambled to his feet and threw himself toward the window, sticking his head out the glass and looking around. What had she seen? What had brought that upon her? What could any of that have meant?

-Blip!-

Had she really seen me? How could she have been able to do that? What could any of that have meant?

Kish shifted in his new position of retreat on the Café roof. When the human had started toward the window, he quickly moved to his current location, out of sight but in close range. With a big sigh, he ran a hand down his face and thought. Somehow she had been communicating with him. That was pretty obvious. 'He who watches, not to be seen', yeah that's me in a nutshell. But the second part 'Will lose what he desires, unless he intervenes.' The only way to understand that is, well, she was dying. But that was obvious. She had been given a six month adjustment period before Eclaire had been transferred to her body, and now that Eclaire is no longer there, she's shutting down. Her body isn't capable of handling the stress. She's just not strong enough, not after what she must have gone through to fight and win against Eclaire.

But how could he intervene? He would need the technology of his world to fix what his peoples DNA was doing to her. So…he would need to bring her to his home? Maybe he could- no he couldn't, not there. It still existed, he had checked on it when the idea popped into his head, but could he really use it?

Did he have much of a choice, if he was to save her?

With a new resolve, Kish phased out and phased back in, now standing by the window in Shokora's room. The human had left, so he had only a few moments. Stepping toward her desk, he used a scrap of paper and a pencil to scribble out a message for the human. He left that and went to her closet, taking out a bag and stuffing it with clothing from her dresser. He slung the bag on his back, placed the note on the bed and carefully lifted Shokora's body up from the bed.

He let out a sharp breath as her skin made contact with his. He didn't have much time left, if this fever was burning so hot. Focusing on his location he phased out, going toward the world that he had created so long ago for himself and Ichigo.

A perfect world for the two of us where, if she does live through this, she may- no, she will live with me there, forever.

-Blip Numbah Tuu-

"How's she doing?" Keiichiro asked from the door of the kitchen, leaning on the door frame with his arms tightly crossed across his chest. He looked tired, but then again neither of them had had much of a chance to relax, let alone sleep.

"The fever won't break, at all." Ryou said, setting his cup down on the table with a soft clack. "It's burning hotter than ever. We might have to take her to the Hospital."

Keiichiro shook his head, "She's better here than she is there, with her DNA conditions. I'll get some blood samples, see if we can give her anything to speed up the healing. Anything else I should know?"

"She reacted to something, but it was very…odd." Ryou said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Keiichiro's brows scrunched together in confusion. "Explain odd. I thought we haven't had any actual interaction other than the eye opening and such."

"Trust me, she did much more than that." Ryou let out a hissing breath and explained all that had happened in her brief time of interaction. "Other than reaching out and grabbing my wrist, she made no actual contact with me, no interaction. It was like she was talking to someone else, someone who 'Watches, not to be seen', like she said. I just don't get it! She stared out the window the entire time, too."

Keiichiro suddenly jerked, staring wide-eyed down at his house mate and friend. "What did she say? What did she say exactly?"

"'He who watches, not to be seen, will…will lose what he desires-" Keiichiro's face paled suddenly and he threw a look past Ryou toward the stairs leading upstairs, to Shokora. It clicked then, a sound that shook his very being. "Unless he Intervenes." He whispered in horror. They both bolted for the stairs, feet pounding on the wood as they tried to move faster up. Keiichiro made it into the room first and a strangled sound came from his throat as he looked in the direction of the bed.

Ryou pushed in, past the stunned Keiichiro and everything inside of him went cold. The bed lay empty, blankets cast aside carelessly. Ryou stumbled forward, touching the material that had only just moments ago held his heart's devotion. The sheets were still warm from her burning body, telling Ryou how very recent this really had been. Why had he left? If he hadn't succumbed to his stomach's wants, would she still be here?

Something crinkled on the bed and when Ryou looked over to see what made the sound, he saw a now rumbled scrap of paper. He lifted it, curiosity coloring his grief.

'Human,' the paper started. 'You are in over your head trying to take care of something that you have no understanding of. As a result of your ignorance, I am taking Shokora away with me so that she may actually have a chance of living. But be warned, she will not be returning to you. Ever. We will finally be able to enjoy each other's love without your interference.'

It was signed Kish.

With a snarl, Ryou crumpled the note in his hand and thrust it back at Keiichiro. While he read it Ryou stood and stalked out around the room, trying to organize his thoughts. Something else caught his eye as he walked about the room: a white envelope with the worlds 'Just in Case' scrawled across the front in Shokora's handwriting.

He bent down and scooped it up from its resting spot on the floor beside the bed. He lifted the tab of the Envelope up and slid the folded computer paper out.

It read: 'Hey guys. I guess I didn't make it, did I? It happens, I suppose. I probably didn't get to say a good goodbye, so I made this up for just that. I love you all. I really do. I have been alone ever since my parents died almost two years ago. It was hard, truthfully. So, here's the story you never got to hear from me. I was a star athlete in my old life. I was the fastest runner around, winning metals and titles by the dozen. If you want to know more about that, I'm sure there's a page somewhere on the computer about it. Anyway, the day that I was…gifted with my Mew DNA, I got into an accident. It was during a hurtle competition and, to put it simply, I went up and came down the wrong way. My leg snapped and I broke my arm. The first thing I found out when I woke up, in pain and completely out of it because of the medicine, was that my parent's flight had crashed and there were no survivors. Days later, I learned that I would never walk again.

'Obviously, that wasn't true, 'cause you've seen me do much more than just run. I suppose that's thanks to my Horse DNA that I was able to heal so quickly and well. It was only a year before I was walking and able to continue life like before. I was out of Running for a time and I still went back to school, but it was a new one, one where I didn't know anyone. But they soon all knew me. It was bad. As soon as the connection was made that I was the daughter and heiress to the Aomori Company, I was shunned. It was assumed that I must have been snotty, mean and not normal enough to understand what it's like to be an average person. I went through only one more school like that, which was worse than the first, before I ended up with you guys. And you know the rest of the story from there.

'I guess what I want to say, what's always been there on my lips as we laughed, played, slept over, even worked together is Thank You. You helped me to recreate a life out of something that I thought I had lost when my parents passed away. I couldn't have been happier ending up the way it was. I don't regret anything, expect for when I had to…you know, pretend I was Eclaire and fight you. But I felt such a strong Guilt every second of it that it was tearing me apart, I swear! Okay, well, I Love You. Every one of you.'

Ryou was surprised as a tear drop fell from his chin and landed on the paper in a large wet spot. He wiped it away and continued reading the letter.

'And, Ryou,' The next line read, surprising him again. She had dedicated a section to him? 'I know the time we had together, to really be together, was short but every moment of it will remain with me. Forever. All I can hope is that it doesn't end here, for you. Keep looking for someone else, someone who will make you feel loved with every look, every laugh, every smile. You're an amazing person, once you let them in. I Love…Loved you in a way that I thought was only fiction. So please, if you really love me, keep living. Okay?

'Thank you.'

An elaborate, intricate signature ended the letter with plenty of heart and a lip stick kiss punctuating the letter.

Ryou laughed a sob, his heart swelling as he read her words. She really was amazing, innocent and pure in a way that not many people were able to obtain. Folding the letter reverently, Ryou started for the door.

"What do we do?" Keiichiro asked, eyes heavy and sad.

"We give the girls the night off, close the café and sleep. After that we begin the search for our lost Mew."