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Koushirou had left early this morning. First light, I assume. If not then, before that would most likely not be exaggerating. He was out of sight by the time I woke.

The day went on without events. I merely fished and Mimi and I watched the clouds role lazily across the sky. There isn't much else to be done.

Where ever Koushirou went to, he came back a little while ago. He was grumbling something neither of us could understand, and maybe we were better off for it.

Now he only sits at the edge of the fire, eating what little fish I could catch. He doesn't talk to us, he doesn't make eye contact, he doesn't move other then to bring the meat to his lips and take a bite, chew, then swallow.

He acts like a stranger to us, he has for a long time. Even before he had been stuck here with us, that's exactly the personality Koushirou took. A stranger you could bond with to a point. An allay, but yet still an alien.

Reflected flames dance in Mimi`s eyes as she watches the fire. The light plays across her worn face, casting long shadows over the more hollowed points.

*Where did you go today* she offers to Koushirou, trying to break the uneasy tension that fills the air. The boy in question doesn't look up, nor does he cease glaring at the fire.

*Frubkeobh,* he mumbles though a mouthful, sounding suspiciously like a comment you would never tell your grandmother, but it can not be proven.

Our conversation dies there. Not that anyone expected more, however. There is rarely anything to say. You can't talk about your day, because what would you tell them in all reality. Oh, and today I caught another fish and then sat around doing nothing like I did yesterday That could grow old surprisingly quickly.

Mimi finishes her meal silently, then heads off. Her siluet against the now orange-pink sky dissaperes quickly as she walks into the woods.

Taking one last look at Koushirou, I follow her.

I know exactly why she's going and I know the reason why. I have no need to follow behind, but I do anyway.

Though my steps are silent, I know she realizes I'm here. She senses me, and I her. You can't live like we do and not be as such.

She ignores me all the same. Her pace is sure and her destination is set. There is no need to wait for me.

She stops only at a cliff, gazing off into the distance.

Mountains in the distance hidden in mist, places we will never venture. Streams that lead off into distant oceans, valleys that grow into hills. Fires off in the distance, writing in the painted sky with their smoke and the villages basked in their glow.

She watches longingly, her arms wrapping around herself as tears begin to well in her eyes. She looks away from the beauty laying in front of her to the sky, already beginning to darken and dapple in stars.

She whimpers softly, the tears beginning to fall openly from her brown eyes.

I walk to her, my arms slipping around her waist. As I rest my chin upon her shoulder, her hands hold mine loosely.

We will stand for a minute before she speaks, simply gazing off as the orange sun sets. We do the same every evening.

*Can you see home again* I whisper softly into her ear. She nods, giving a long, dejected sigh.

*You ask as if I enjoy only seeing it like this.*

*Do I now*

*Every time.*

*I apologize, then.*

*You don't need to. You never really mean it that way.*

*I`m glad you understand that.*

There is a long pause before I speak again.

*Do you think they're trying to find a way to get us back home*

*They just might be.*

*Why wouldn't they*

*Taichi can be very influential when he thinks someone is challenging him.*

*Hm.....*

*Did you ever wish to be something you're not*

*Think of who you're talking to.*

*No, not like another person. Everyone wishes that. I mean....something else.*

*Such as*

*A cloud.*

*A cloud.*

*Mm hmm.*

*What made you decide this*

*Things....just things.*

*Alright then, why*

*If you didn't like someone or something, all you'd have to do is wait for a breeze, and then you would be on your way. You wouldn't be constrained, you couldn't be hated. Your never around to be a bother. Everything just is how fast the wind is blowing.*

*Maybe the wind has just stopped for a little while.*

*Maybe so.*

*You could leave if you really wanted to.*

*Any of us could.*

*That`s true. You would just have to walk off into that sunset, aim for those mountains in the distance, and you would never have to deal with any of this again.*

*Why do you think no one has.*

*Which of us would*

*Koushirou.*

*He just might.*

*Why doesn't he*

*Maybe he just feels he has no where else to go.*

We stand, watching as pink turns to navy, the orange ball of fire turning to the six white orbs of this world.

Silvery clouds float by, flowing across the sky like water in the wind. They pause for a few moments, as the wind truly does stop. Almost instantly, they move once again.

You could miss it if you didn't watch for it. It always happens, the wind stopping completely. But it always picks up once again, at one time or another.

You only have to wait for it.