Cry by Mandy Moore---- I don't own it. Duh.

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The sun had set and hour ago, leaving the sky dark and foreboding. The air was damp but surprisingly warm, a perfect autumn night.
A teenage girl with chestnut hair and mahogany eyes looked up to the sky, her eyes searching for nothing in particular.
The day had gone by slowly, and she rejoiced now that the sun was down and she could go to bed. Her eyes drooped slightly at the very inviting idea of sleep.
Traveling slowly down the road by the river, kicking up dust with her dragging feet, Hiromi scanned her surroundings, this time with something in mind. Her eyes settled on a dark figure that was lying down by the side of the river.
The figure, which appeared to be a boy, had his hand behind his head and he lay completely motionless, but Hiromi was sure he was still awake.
"Wait till I get my hands on you Kai, you had me all worried!" She thought angrily to herself, but couldn't hide a small smile of relief.
The Blade Breakers had been looking for their missing teammate all day, but had given up hope not to long ago. They figured he'd turn up when he wanted to be found, and not a minute sooner.
It was so like him, to just run off like that. His teammates had begun to get used to it, almost like they expected it.
Hiromi began to walk down the stone steps that led to the river, with every intention of telling the boy off for making them worry so much. Or rather, making her worry so much.

{{{-I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed- }}}

She stopped in her tracks about ten yards away from him. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. Looking at the solitary figure, she could see tears streaming down his face. It was scary, but beautiful at the same time. Hiromi didn't think Kai knew how to cry. But of course, that was silly. He must know how to cry, even if he doesn't do it often. His gray eyes that always made him look so mean and menacing were weak and venerable. The dark mask he hid behind was gone, exposing the fragile person beneath it.
Maybe he's not as harsh as he seams. He must have feelings. Even from a distance Hiromi could see the pain and sorrow in his eyes, the misery and loneliness in his tears. The true Kai.

{{{-In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry-}}}

Hiromi was looking at a different person.
A different human, with different emotions and a seemingly different past.

{{{-The moment that I saw you cry -}}}

Deciding to give him space, Hiromi slowly retreated back up the stairs, intending to go home and think what she had just witnessed over. Or maybe try to forget about it all together. Kai isn't heartless? How could such a thing be possible? He hid; he hid behind a wall of anger. A wall of something, because there's something more to him.
Hiromi decided that she should try to find out what that wall was made of. And then find a way around it. If that's possible.
Thinking back to the fateful day she had met Kai, she thought about what she had judged him to be. A coldhearted, emotionless freak. She had once even thought of him as a bad guy.

{{{- It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed -}}}

She was so wrong. Yet she was right, in a way.
Kai had acted like an emotionless, coldhearted freak. At times anyway. He could be mean and cruel and just plain different. A loner.
But what if that was all an act, as Hiromi was starting to think. What if Kai was actually sensitive and gentle? Possibly even kind. As far- fetched at it seamed to the common person, his friends had begun to see a different side to him over the past while. But that side wasn't a crying side, it wasn't even a happy side. It was a... less mean side.
How many sides are there to Kai Hiwatari?

{{{-In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry-}}}

Hiromi stopped, once again, in her tracks. Her mind was racing, thinking back.
Kai had a sad, crying side.
And she had just walked away. Like she didn't care. Like she wasn't his friend. She should have helped him.
But what could she have done? It wasn't as if she could have gone over to him, patted him on the back and said 'there there.' Life just doesn't work that way. Nothing works that way.
'I should have done what I felt like doing.' She thought to herself, her head throbbing with all the thinking that was going on. 'I should have run over there and ask him what was the matter, give him a comforting hug. I should have done something'

{{{-I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right.... -}}}

She gave up. She didn't know what to do, it wasn't her fault. She had NEVER come across a situation like this before. There was absolutely nothing she could have done.
Yet she couldn't help but feel guilty

{{-I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...-}}

It was a last minute decision. It may not have made sense. But she did it anyway.
Pulling a 180 Hiromi took off at a sprint towards the river. She had to do something to comfort him, to fight against his wall of anger. No matter what she had to do, she'd do it without thought. She'd do anything if it would help him.
Because helping a friend is the best thing a person can do. Especially when that friend needs that help more than anything.
And helping can be as simple as giving a hug.

{{-In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry-}}