It felt like he was underwater, yet he could breathe. Weird. He opened his eyes. In front of him stood a girl with long black hair and blue eyes. She wore a long silver dress.

"Mayumi," he tried to say, but it came out as a whisper. She came closer and put a long white finger to his lips.

"Don't talk, Kurama. You're hurt."

"Look who's talking."

"I won't be hurting for that much longer, don't worry...just tell me one thing."

"Shoot."

"...Do you love me? Not just as a friend, but as part of you?"

"...Chikuso, Mayumi, I'd kill myself a thousand times for you."

"......."

"...Yes."

Mayumi smiled. "You're a dear."

"Where are we?"

"In a dream. Yours, to be more specific."

"...Am I dead?"

"No, silly." Her voice seemed sad. "Don't worry. You won't die for a long time." She caressed his face with the tip of one finger. It sent a shiver down his spine.

"You have to wake up now, Kurama."

"Huh?"

She disappeared.

You

You have

You have to

You have to wake

You have to wake up

You have to wake up now.