A.N. Dear readers, I give you the last chapter of Daisuke's Snapshots, don't worry though, there's more on its way in: Bond Snapshots, Satoshi.

Blown

He let the wind take him where it will, blowing him this way and that like a storm tossed leaf, paying only enough attention to flight to keep his wings open instead of crashing. Most of his attention was focused on the pain in his heart, the Harada's were moving away. Riku and Risa didn't like this anymore than he and Satoshi did but their parents had returned from their overseas vacation to announce that they were moving and perforce so were the sisters. He cried out his pain to the storm around him, because there was no one to hear him or witness his pain and sorrow fueled flight; humans were all sensibly indoors, not out in the stormy night risking illness. And none would look up to see him now, he was alone and unseen, flying ever higher in the night. He knew if anyone were to glance at the storm-torn sky they would see him, beacon of flame red against the black and gray that he was, but he could not care, he dared them to look and see him as he truly was: His loud friend the aspiring reporter, his still human family, or the love of his life to know what he had truly become, for he could not hide any longer.
He was magic.
He was the sunset sky.
He was no longer fully human, and now more than ever it shows.

A flash of silver blue, how could he have forgotten the other; the one who had been his only friend, who knew of his family duty, and curse. The one who had been his opponent and enemy by blood and tradition yet stood by him through it all, the one who had a curse and duty the opposite of his own. The only one like him in all the world, between magic and mortality as he was, wrought by the same circumstances as his change. He was not alone after all, and the reminder let the pain of the loss of the love of his life, who knew and accepted if she did not understand, subside to a dull ache. Between the two of them there was no need to hide, thoughts, feelings, or magic outbursts caused by heartbreak making the less human side of his mind come to the forefront —as is the case now, there was only the emotion fueled flight, the other way to cry.