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(In the end, I was still forgotten)

Chapter 2
-why do you search?

'Almost every night now,' she thought. Setsuna stared up at the ceiling. 'Almost every night, that dream with that woman.' The morning was well under way with students walking to and fro beneath their window. The sky was mostly clear, and the few clouds were being whisked away in a high breeze. Setsuna saw none of it. She heard rustling in the bed next to hers.

"Setsuna, you've been awake for a while. Are you okay?" Ami's concerned voice came, muffled by her blankets. Setsuna didn't stir, even as she heard her roommate begin to dress. "Setsuna?" Ami prompted.

"Hm? Yes?" Setsuna blinked and turned a bit towards Ami. She laughed once. "I'm sorry. I didn't… really sleep well."

"That dream again?" Ami asked pausing to glance out the window. "It's a nice day out." She walked over to the window and looked down at the passing students. "I'm so glad it's the weekend. I think I'll go to the gym today." Setsuna only mumbled in reply.

Ami left Setsuna in her reverie and headed for the gym. As she approached the pool room, she could hear echoes of girls cheering coming from farther down the hall. 'The fencing room,' Ami thought. She laughed to herself. 'Of course the fencing room. If there're girls cheering, it must be the captain or one of the other cute ones fighting.' She walked on to the fencing room before she realized it. She peeked in the double doors.

For all the echoes she heard, there actually weren't that many spectators. The room was large, with a loft overlooking the practice court. Her attention was caught by the sound of squeaking tennis shoes. Ami looked on as a pair of fighters lunged at each other. 'Must have just started,' she mused. Already she could see an obvious difference in the two fencer's strengths. The shorter fencer was obviously more experienced. She lunged at the taller one with calculated thrusts and parried easily. The taller fencer had great reflexes, but wasn't as graceful. His movements were a bit hesitant. Ami could tell the girl was going easy.

She watched for several moments until the girl reposted catching the man in the stomach with her foil. "You didn't evade," she chastised through her mask. She pulled it off and shook out her brown hair.

"I'm sorry," the other fencer panted. The girl rapped him on the head with her foil.

"Don't apologize, you're dead now," she teased. "Go shower," she laughed, undoing her pony tail to catch her stray locks.

The man saluted her and removed his own mask. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat beading visibly above his eyebrows. He laughed too as he strode away towards the locker rooms.

Ami recognized the girl, Makoto, vice captain of the fencing team, but she had never seen the boy before.

Setsuna left the room some time after Ami. Some nights the dream was clearer to her than others, and last night it had been mostly colors and blurred shapes. Only one thing was truly clear. "That woman," she muttered. She put a hand to her forehead, as if to forcibly dispel the thought. She instead tried to focus on the task at hand. She was supposed to deliver a message for the student council president.

She stopped in mid-step, muttering about her abuse from the student council, just outside the music room. Inside she heard soft violin playing. She slowly opened the door. She watched the girl playing inside and she swayed slightly to the melody, her eyes shut. She was completely absorbed in the music and didn't notice she had an audience. Setsuna stared as the girl's aqua hair was illuminated by shafts of soft light from the high windows. It sparkled, drawing Setsuna's attention away from the music.

The last note reverberated about the hall and slowly faded. The girl opened her eyes and looked over at Setsuna.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Michiru," Setsuna gave an apologetic bow.

"Good morning, Setsuna," Michiru smiled slightly and dismissed the apology with a wave. "Is there something I can do?"

"Actually, yes. The student council wants you to play for the party next week."

Michiru began to pack up her violin. "Of course. I wouldn't want to disappoint them." Michiru hesitated. "But why are you here? You're not on the student council."

"Mamoru knows I come here often and asked me to do it," Setsuna explained.

Michiru stared off. "If you see him, then, tell him I will be happy to play."

Michiru headed into another room. Setsuna watched the slight, aqua haired woman disappear behind a door. Setsuna looked around the now empty music room for a moment, then made her way out. Just as she grabbed the knob, the door was opened from the outside. Setsuna was jerked a little off balance, and she felt her head connect with someone's shoulder.

"Ah!" She cried out in surprise.

"Oh, careful!" A pair of hands caught Setsuna's shoulders. She looked up into deep blue eyes. "Are you alright?" Setsuna was startled, to say the least. Nevertheless, she tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry!" Despite her embarrassment she couldn't take her eyes off him. Something sparked her memory. The short blond hair, the eyes, even the manner was familiar.

"No, it was my fault," Haruka laughed a bit under the scrutiny. She glanced back at the girl, looking once again at those striking red eyes. The girl shifted her gaze past Haruka's shoulder. Haruka took the hint and backed out of the way, apologizing again.

Setsuna turned back a little as she walked away to smile. Haruka watched her leave, long green hair swishing about her small waist.

"Setsuna?" Setsuna stopped and saw Ami had been watching her. "Do you know him?" she indicated vaguely. Setsuna turned back just as the blonde entered the music room.

"Her. And yes, I do." She smiled a little.

"Her?" Ami asked, surprised. "Is she the one from your dream?"

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