The night was clear and fresh, the stars bright and clean - glittering in the cool, slow wind. The moon gazed down on the city, it's many street lamps flickering in an attempt to outshine one another.
She opened the window, stray wisps of hair from her unkempt braids catching in the breeze. The city was silent, sleeping. Waiting.
A familiar melody caught her ears, floating through the window and winding its way through her room. The music was sweet, uncomplicated, innocent. Hiyono closed her eyes and listened.
He had been gone, far too long.
But he was still searching for something.
His voice was cold, his heart was cold, his intentions... were human.
He knew this melody too.
The wind picked up as the melody came to a stop, and a cascade of blonde hair became caught in the current as Hiyono pulled the ribbons away. Somehow, she wished the wind would carry her away, that if she stood against it, the force would push through wings on which she could fly to him.
But her true feelings didn't need wings to fly.
An aircraft flew low overhead, sending a further wind through her open window. A stack of papers fluttered across the floor, her notebook flipped open, and her hair continued to fly, loose from it's bindings.
The melody came again.
She knew he would come back. She knew he would find the answer.
If not, he wouldn't have been who she thought he was.
The papers, scribbled with memos and notes, tossed and turned in the breeze.
They could only tell you so much. Hiyono knew more than could ever be written on paper.
She had watched him change. Watched him seek the answers, his answers.
He knew this too. They both knew what was happening to them, all the while lost in their pursuit of reason and logic.
They had changed, the two of them.
Hiyono Yuizaki pulled the window shut, the papers finally coming to a rest, scattered and untidy on the floor.
He had said it was a stupid song.
She began to sing.
