Hey there peoples. I just thought I'd point out before people start to worry, Senri will be coming back soon, and we are going to learn about his past along with everyone elses and such, so no worries. Some will just take longer than others, of course.

Well, anyway, how about we just get onto the next chapter, which is the fiftieth main-content chapter! Hooray!

Chapter 50

Husky practically skidded to a stop once he reached the cafeteria, his eyes immediately starting to scan the table where he and the others usually sat at. Cooro was chattering on to Nana about something, but he couldn't actually hear him over the noise of all the others students combined with how far away he still was. He couldn't see what Nana was doing either, the girl's back turned to him.

Cooro seemed to catch sight of him out of the corner of his eye, quickly focusing on the boy and smiling over at him. There was still something off though. Even from this distance, there was just something… worry? Anticipation? Husky couldn't tell, whatever it was the black haired boy managed to hide it well.

Steeling himself, Husky clenched his fists before starting over towards the two as fast as he could without running. Nana had turned around to be able to look back at him now, having realized that Cooro was looking off behind her. The brunette also offered him a smile, but there seemed to be a different emotion than happiness behind hers as well. Unlike Cooro's though, it just seemed to be some sort of encouragement or something. He must have told her that he had been at the therapist's already when they didn't come to lunch together.

"Hi Husky! How was the -" Cooro started happily, but the silver boy didn't let him finish, immediately cutting him off.

"You lied," he said plainly, or well, he wished it was plainly. His voice had decided to crack ever so slightly as he spoke, staring down at the older boy. He hadn't even tried to actually sit yet, his mind still wildly spinning with a million different theories.

Cooro's eyes had widened in shock at his accusation, his mouth hanging open slightly as he tried to process what Husky had said and recollect himself. That hint of worry that the silver boy had noticed before seemed to magnify practically ten times, although the deep confusion radiating off of the black haired boy almost managed to smother it into nothingness.

"Husky! What in the world are you talking about?" Nana asked, coming to herself much faster than Cooro had managed to. Her words did manage to jog him out of his shock though, quickly starting to speak as well.

"Y-yeah, I didn't - I would never lie to you," he said, sounding like he genuinely meant it. Maybe he did mean it. What if Cooro really had only seen the man in his dreams before, or just hadn't even realized he'd saw him before then? He'd been able to predict much crazier things after all, so maybe this was just one of then.

No, if that was the case, then why hadn't he told them? The dreams coming real wasn't something they could keep from each other! If they didn't try to figure it out together then they might never be able to, especially if information was being withheld. They were always getting on his case about not hiding stuff, so it wasn't like they were allowed to do it either.

And besides, the way Cooro had acted before… he must have known…

"Yes, you did. The guy in that picture, it's Mr. Greena! You said you didn't really know him but you do," he explained, barely managing to keep himself from sounding like he was whining. Both Nana and Cooro still seemed to be almost hopelessly confused though, until finally Cooro's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh… that picture. I'd forgotten about that…" he mumbled at last, and Husky just nodded. Nana stared at the two for a moment, before what they were referring to finally seemed to click for her as well.

"Oh yeah, the one of that scientist guy, right? That feels like so long ago now… Wait a minute, you mean that guy is your therapist, Husky?" Nana asked, already starting to sound rather worried as well. Neither of them had particularly liked the man in the picture, although they couldn't exactly put a finger on why. Once again the silver haired boy nodded, before quickly turning his attention back towards Cooro.

The older boy was frowning just slightly now, not looking either of them in the eyes as he stared down at the table.

"I… I really didn't lie. He was just in my dreams when I drew that picture and showed you guys, really," he said quietly. Husky felt himself sighing in relief slightly at this, his body relaxing a bit and managing to unclench his fists again. The thought of Cooro actually lying to them felt really, really wrong. That definitely didn't seem like it was the case now though, the black haired boy sounding completely genuine.

Even still though, that left the fact that he hadn't told them about it once he did find out the guy was real.

"Okay, but why didn't you tell us that someone from one of your dreams turned out to be a real person? We can't afford to keep stuff like that a secret if we're ever gonna be able to find out what's going on," he asked. Cooro still wouldn't look at either of them as he answered, shrugging his shoulders just barely enough for them to even see.

"I just didn't want to worry you guys, I saw him at the church first, before I even knew he worked at the school. Mother Superior had said he used to come there a lot when I was little, so I was hoping it was just a coincidence," he said, only looking up again once he was finished.

Husky stared at him for a moment longer, trying to make sure he was actually telling the truth.

It wasn't like Cooro to lie though. At least, not to them.

"Alright, but just don't do that again, okay? Even if you figure out it probably doesn't really has anything to do with all of this stuff, don't go making me freak out like that again," the silver haired boy said at last. Realizing he was still standing up, Husky quickly took his seat next to Cooro, who was managing to smile at him again.

"Okay, I'm really sorry though Husky, I didn't mean to worry you," Cooro apologized, sounding genuinely regretful about the whole thing. Husky slumped his chin into his hands before answering, closing his eyes as he did. All of that had gone and given him a head ache now, dang it.

"It's fine," he said simply, not opening his eyes to actually look at him as he did. It was true though, if this whole thing was just a misunderstanding, then there was no reason to be upset about it. He knew Cooro would never do something to intentionally mislead or worry them. Nana was frowning now though, looking back and forth between the two boys.

"Are you sure the therapist guy really doesn't have anything to do with all this weird stuff, though? Even if you met him as a little kid, it's still a little strange that you had a dream about him and everything, if he just used to come to your church," she said. Husky actually opened his eyes to look over at Cooro now, interested in what he might say.

There was something about that man that he didn't like for some reason, so he really hoped that he wasn't involved with any of this. Nana made a good point though, it was a bit strange to just be a coincidence, especially with how some of their other dreams had turned out.

"I can't say for complete sure, but I doubt it. Neither of you have had dreams about him, right? And I only had it once too, not really reoccurring like the others are," he said. Slowly, Nana nodded in reluctant agreement. Husky didn't say anything, just turning back forward and closing his eyes again.

"Oh, Husky! Where's your lunch?" Cooro asked after a few moments, having just noticed that the silver boy didn't have any food with him this time. Husky sat up straight and looked around him, just now noticing that he was right. Where had his lunch gone…?

"Oh yeah, I don't… Um, I went to my locker to get it, but then I…" he trailed off, trying to remember. Urg, that was right! That was when he'd remembered about the drawing and kind of freaked out. He must have dropped it or something in his rush to go see Cooro.

"I guess I just forgot it. Whatever, I'm not really hungry anyway," he finished. The other two children glanced at each other uncertainly though, not really liking the idea of their friend not eating. Sure, he was really skinny, he guessed, but he did eat. He wouldn't die from skipping just one meal.

Although coming to think of it, he hadn't eaten any breakfast today either… Well whatever, he'd still be fine. He'd just eat once he got home.

"Here," Cooro said, offering the younger boy half of his sandwich. The only reason he still had it was because of his habit of eating any of the fruit in his lunch first. Husky quickly shook his head though, pushing it back over to him.

"It's fine, I just said I'm not hungry anyway," he said. Cooro frowned and handed it back over to him, even more firmly this time.

"But it's my fault you forgot your lunch in the first place. Please eat it Husky, you'll be hungry by the time school's out if you don't anyway," he pleaded, and reluctantly the silver boy sighed and grabbed the half-sandwich. By the time lunch was over Nana had forced him to eat about half of her crackers as well, despite the fact that he kept telling them he wasn't actually hungry.

A bit thankfully though, besides the fact that he actually was just a little bit hungry despite whatever he said, it did manage to distract them from asking about how the whole therapy thing had gone. He didn't really know what he wanted to say yet, he wasn't sure how he felt about the whole ordeal.

There was no need to worry them with his innate dislike of that man though, especially with the possibility that he might have the slightest of a connection to their dreams and such. He guessed that Cooro would probably handle it fine, although he wasn't entirely sure. Even though he'd said there was nothing to worry about with that man, that half second from this morning kept replaying in his head, leaving just a bit of doubt still there. Besides, Nana might end up getting really paranoid about the whole thing anyway, which they didn't need either.

Finally, class had ended as well and they were able to leave school once again. Husky couldn't help but check when he went to his locker to see if his lunch was still on the floor somewhere, but it was nowhere in sight. He guessed one of the janitors had come along and thrown it away or something. It didn't exactly matter though, he wasn't going to eat it now or anything.

As he walked home with Cooro and Keane, none of them mentioned anything about therapy, which Husky was still grateful for. Once Cooro had left them at the church though, the redhead quickly starting asking him about it.

"So, how'd it go today? Was it as bad as you thought it'd be?" he asked. Once again, Husky just shrugged, not entirely sure. It wasn't bad like the old one had been, but it certainly hadn't been good either. He still had a headache from all the stress the whole situation had given him, for one thing.

"I don't know, it was different from my old therapist, but I still didn't like it. What do you think of him?" he asked. He wondered if Keane felt the same… unease around that Mr. Greena guy as he did. It might have just been Cooro's picture getting to him, he probably wasn't really a bad guy. If not maybe a little creepy, but then again, Husky thought all therapists were at least a little creepy, with how they were always trying to get in your head and things like that.

Keane was frowning slightly now though, running a hand through his tangled hair as he answered.

"Eh, he was okay, I guess. I don't really know what therapists are supposed to be like, so yeah. He was a little weird, but he didn't seem like, mean or anything," Keane finished. Husky just nodded in agreement. There was something weird about him definitely, but it'd probably be fine.

When the two children got home, there were several workers in their kitchen once again, causing them to both head upstairs without a word. Okay, maybe it was a good thing that Cooro and Nana had forced him to eat, seeing as he didn't really want to go in their while people were working. Hopefully they'd be finished with everything soon, he didn't particularly like coming home and finding people he didn't know wandering about.

In his room, Husky sighed as he collapsed onto his bed. Even if he'd gotten a chance to eat, any medicine he could take for his headache was in the kitchen cabinet. Oh well, he could take some once those men left, if the pain hadn't gone away by itself by then anyway.

The silver haired child tried to keep his mind occupied for the rest of the evening. That was one thing he actually liked about homework, it gave him something to do. It felt like his brain would never stop firing off random things if he didn't have something to concentrate on, and most of those thoughts were not helpful in the least.

Not that math homework really seemed all that helpful right now either, but it didn't hurt his head like thinking about the animas and dreams and everything else that was happening to them did. With math, there was only one answer he needed to find, and it wasn't particularly hard to find it either.

It was simple, just black and white, right or wrong. Unlike the rest of the world around him.

Cooro did not find math very simple. Their teacher had said that this new stuff was the easy part too, and that what they were going to start doing next week was the hard section. He wasn't looking forward to that at all, this was already giving him a headache when he tried to wrap his mind around it.

Sighing, the black haired boy pushed himself away from his desk, completely lost on his homework by this point. He just didn't understand how anyone could find any of this stuff easy.

Of course, the reason he was struggling so badly might have had to do with the fact that his mind was split at the moment. Giving one last glance at his math textbook, Cooro decided to give it a break for the moment, walking over to his small bed and collapsing into a heap.

What was he supposed to do now? At least Husky didn't seem like he was upset with him anymore, after he explained what had happened. It definitely unnerved him that his friend would be going to see Mr. Fly so often now, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Maybe it would actually be good for Husky. With everything he'd been thought lately, some help might be what he actually needs.

That didn't make him feel any better about lying to him though.

Quickly shaking his head, Cooro tried to push any of those thoughts away. It'd be fine. He just had to keep telling himself that.

Closing his eyes, he started rubbing his forehead slightly as he tried to think. This wasn't the only thing bothering him recently. Husky and Nana were having those dreams, even more than he was. Even though the silver boy had told him not to worry about it, he was. It just wasn't fair that they had to keep going though all of these horrible things, while he seemed to be getting off scot-free. Well, maybe not really free, but still better off than either of them were.

And who even knows what had happened to Senri… Not even the teen himself seemed to remember, which definitely didn't sound like the best thing in the world.

Just what was he supposed to do about any of this though? Husky would probably tell him that there wasn't anything he could do, but that didn't sit well with him at all. He didn't like being powerless. He wanted to be able to help somehow.

Sighing, Cooro quickly got up from his bed to lock the door. Turning back around, he allowed his wings to unfurl themselves as he flopped down on his bed once again. He wished he could actually go out and fly, but it was the middle of the day. Even at night, the risk of something horrible happening was much too great. He'd only done it that one time because he was really upset and Husky hadn't wanted him to be there anymore. It'd been the quickest way to leave.

He really did like his wings though. But he wasn't really sure how the others all felt about their animas. Husky didn't really seem to think about it much, beyond trying to figure out what it all meant and why it was happening. The actual powers it seemed like he tended to just ignore. He had used it that day after the funeral though.

He kind of doubted Senri had any real opinions of his at all. Knowing the teen, he probably forgot he even had it whenever it wasn't brought to his attention or he wasn't using it. He didn't even think Nana had even brought hers out yet, or at least if she had, it hadn't been in front of him. He had a pretty good idea of what it looked like though, basing it off of the dreams, at least.

Closing his eyes once again, Cooro allowed himself to fall into a light sleep. His wings were still out, but his door was locked, so it'd be fine. He just needed to at least try to relax after everything that had happened today. If he couldn't fly, then at the very least he could have his anima… on? Activated? Activated sounded better…

Cooro didn't know where he was. It was really dark, and cold too. His body was curled up in on itself in order to try to save as much heat as it possibly could, but the fact that he was wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts did very little to help him. As if to make things worse, the floor was a hard stone, feeling like ice as he sat on it.

There were a few small slits of light leaking in from somewhere overhead, but the only thing he could see in them were small flecks of dust blowing in the light, as well as his own breath every so often.

Why was he in here? H-he hadn't done anything wrong. He's just been… just been… his mind was so stunned from the cold that he couldn't remember what he'd been doing anymore, but he knew it wasn't bad.

His tiny fingers felt completely frozen, and the boy slowly closed his eyes. He didn't feel like he could move at all. If he was able to rub his arms or something, that might have generated some heat, but it was like he was made of stone. Maybe if he just fell asleep, when he woke up he'd be allowed to come out. It would make the time go faster at least, and he wouldn't have to be aware of the numbing cold anymore.

"Hey. S-stop that," a voice in the darkness said, surprising Cooro and making him open his eyes. The other person sounded just as shaky and cold as he felt, and he strained his eyes to try to see them. All he could focus on though was a few flashes of red in the little lines of light.

"Don't be such a w-wimp, Cooro. It's j-just a little c-cold," the red lines of light said, and just barely Cooro managed to nod his head.

"S-sorry," he stuttered back, teeth chattering when he attempted to speak. The lines seemed to shift slightly, and he assumed that the other person must be nodding. It was taking most of his focus not to fall asleep now, but at least it was something to focus on besides the cold. He just wanted to get somewhere warm…

Suddenly, the tiny lines of light seemed to burst, filling the entire room he was in. The boy instantly closed his eyes at the now blinding light though, still unable to see anything but the tiny little streaks of red and his own breath.

When he opened his eyes again, Cooro was back in his own room. The nearly deathly cold was still inside of him though, and the boy slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, letting his dark wings curl around him in an attempt at heating himself up.

It actually worked, but that might have been because the cold was more in his mind than actually real. Pulling a blanket over and draping himself up further, he guessed it was rather cold in real life too. The church was pretty old after all, and wind tended to leak in sometimes through the walls, making the place either really hot in the summer or very chilly in the winter.

Slowly, the black winged boy's mind started going back over his dream. There wasn't the same fear and frantic curiosity to figure out this dream meant as it was with the ones that had his wings in them or things like that. He already knew that this one had absolutely nothing to do with the strange powers that were plaguing him and the others.

No, this was just a memory that had decided now was a pretty good time to remind him of its existence. It was nothing that any of the others had to be worried about, so there was really no reason to tell them. They'd probably just end up worrying or something, and he didn't want to make them do that.

Sighing, Cooro pushed himself off of his bed and sat back down over at his desk, although he wasn't even sure why. He still had the blanket draped over himself and his wings out, but he was feeling a bit restless just sitting on the bed. He was still a bit too tired to actually leave the room or try to do anything though.

Looking down at the desk, his homework was still sitting out on the table, only half finished as he'd left it. It probably wasn't too late, since Mother Superior hadn't tried to wake him up for dinner yet, so he had a lot of time to complete it.

Just staring at the numbers that didn't seem to want to go together in any sort of logical rhyme or reason, he slowly shut the book. He could just tell Ms. Brighton that he tried the homework, and didn't get it. Sure, he'd probably only get a fifty for not even really looking at the rest, but that didn't really bother him all too much right now.

Mind split between that terrible memory and worry for his friends, math homework really didn't seem important enough to actually put any effort into.


Yay, we haven't had Cooro's point of view in a while, and he hasn't had a dream in even longer. But yes, as you saw, not exactly one of the normal dreams. Hooray for more things continuing to unravel. Still can't believe this is chapter 50, this story is so long. I've said it before but I'll say it again, I really hope no one minds the length.

Well, as always thanks for reading and please review.