"BYAKUYA!"
Syo screamed, shaking him. But he didn't woke up.
He didn't wake up. And her screams grew louder, not stopping until her throat started to fail. Her heart was aching, tears falling without control or she even noticing.

Byakuya was dead.
His skin was still warm, but with the slightest movement it would bleed again. The brunette hugged him, knowing well that she was going to be the first suspect. She didn't care. He was dead, and he was her only crush that wasn't bad to Touko. The girls lost the only person that they didn't want to lose.

"T...Touko..."

Syo gasped, cleaning her tears. Byakuya's ghost was talking to her, in a soft tone, like it was suffering. The blond's hand grabbed one of hers, and she understood that he just passed out. But he still was in danger.

"...I love you. D-don't give up", he pleaded, his hold becoming weaker with every second. "Both of you... I l-love you."

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE AGAIN, BYAKUYA!", Syo hissed, grabbing him like he was a cat. When her Prince started to close his eyes, she poked him, running to the rooms.

Her nervous steps stopped in front of a door; Sakura's one. The fighter should know how to save him, as her fights left deadly injuries sometimes. She had to know... Knocking in the door with the blond in her arms was harder than expected, but Syo had success.

Asahina was who went outside to greet her, horror instantly occuping her face. The brunette didn't even wait for an invitation, entering to the room and accommodating Byakuya in the bed.

"Save him!", the girl ordered, holding the tears that wanted to start falling again.

The swimmer was already doing her best, and Syo couldn't make anything to help. She felt useless.

Ogami entered soon after her, and something made the girl think that she knew about all of this. Maybe she already saw him, yet she still bandaged him with no comments, blood dyeing her clothes.

'A body has been discovered!'
The announcement just confirmed it. Her heart shattered once again, and the world faded to black.

Touko was in her room, covered in hundreds of blankets and surrounded by her fluffy plushies. The usually braided hair was a mess, and her eyes had dark circles surrounding them.

Byakuya was gone.
And her hope faded with him.

Her only friend was dead, and her hands were tinted with his blood.
That disgusting pink, which she was forced to look for years, never affected her that much until now. She didn't had more tears to stop from falling, and her chest was just too heavy to move.
Too much.

'Is this how someone should grieve?', were the words that crossed her mind, no voice owning them.

The brunette couldn't found herself surprised at the sight of Kirigiri in her room, who looked at her with a neutral expression that was... softer, than usual. The detective said nothing, getting closer to her blanket base. She extended one hand to her, and the heiress didn't argue when her hair was stroked.

"We have to find the murderer", Kirigiri exclaimed, not forcing her to move. It was clear that she wouldn't.

Touko sighed, closing her eyes. The foreign hands brushed her long mane, in a careful manner that made her relax.

"We'll get out. He'll remember you, everyone."

What? Remember?

"He's been asking for 'Kazuo', do you know who is he?", Kirigiri asked, finishing with her hair.

Touko froze. She stared at the girl, and it took some time for her to nod. She knew well who he was, and only Byakuya would ask for him nowdays. That was her old name. Her friend did forgot, but so much to start using it again?

"I h-have to talk with him", the heiress ordered, getting up of the bed. "H-he..."

"He doesn't remember any of us. But he's in the infirmary."

"Who are you? Don't touch me with those sweaty hands."

Ah, yes. He was being arrogant again, just like when they met. Touko was sitting at his side, trying to put the extra pair of glasses on him. Byakuya didn't seem to like it.

"How much do you remember of Kazuo, Bya-... P-Polanski?", she asked, noticing all the bandages of his arms.
Some of them had blood, and some other had cream for injuries; It was a miracle that he actually survived, and she would always thank Sakura and Aoi for that.

"He's my editor. Stinks, but does an acceptable job", the blonde explained, his cold eyes observing all of her movements. "I don't really need glasses if you're close. And you're yoo young to be his mother, are you his sister?"

"What do you think?"

"You have his mole and glasses", the blonde noticed, touching unconsciously the pair of glasses that he had in his hands. "But you're too old to be his twin. He would have told me if he had a sister."

"Yes, he would. I k-know him very well...". Touko smiled softly, and Byakuya stared at her without replying, expecting her to continue. "I was Kazuo. But I'm Touko now."