Koushirou was dead. Taichi's best friend. Taichi kept having nightmare after nightmare. Finally, he bolted up, in full school uniform, looking into the brown eyes of the nurse.

"Taichi, boy, your okay!"

"Yes, Ms. Rinoku. Thank you." Taichi looked out the window at the soccer kids playing.

"Ms. Rinoku?"

"Yes, Taichi?" she looked at him inquiringly.

"Izzy came to my room last night. Around 11."

Ms. Rinoku stared at him for a few minutes. "Taichi…"

"I know what they say, Ms. Rinoku, but I'm telling you the truth."

The pair is interrupted abruptly by a loud wailing noise, and they turn to look at the red haired Amaya, tears streaming down her face. Ms. Rinoku hurriedly runs to the young girl and wraps her arms around her and asks softly, "What's wrong?"

"Koushirouuuuuuuuu!" she wails, singing the 'u' out at the end.

"Oh, honey, don't cry. He is at peace." The nurse kisses the girls forehead.

Amaya stops sniffling all of the sudden and looks at Ms. Rinoku, and Taichi could have swore he had saw a light bulb pop over the now open-mouthed girl's head.

She smiles warmly and replies softly, removing herself from Ms. Rinoku's grasp, "Thank you, Ms. Rinoku."

"A-Anytime, dear." The nurse stutters, taken aback.

Where are you going, Amaya?

"123…

"124…

"125…"

"Book of Wishing, please grant my wish…" Amaya takes a deep breath and looks around hauntingly.

"Bring Koushirou back to me."

Amaya walked down the hallway out of the library, playing around. Everyone had left; it was after school hours. It was also raining outside. This is why Amaya knew her wish had worked, though, because it's quite easy to spot red moving through dark blue haze. Although it freaked Amaya out that Izzy's spirit was really with her, she couldn't seem to be scared of him; he wouldn't hurt her.

At least, she would hope so.

Walking into the bathroom, she looked in the mirror at how skinny she now was… and saw Izzy leaning against the wall through it. She turned around but he was not there, so she turned to look in the mirror again, and he was smiling at her. He started walking forward, disappeared and then reappeared right in front of the mirror.

Then he was gone.

"Your beautiful in everyway." The radio spoke out to Amaya, who was doing her clay project. She had a coaching CD in it to make her feel better. "You are very nice.

"You are insane.

"You're going insane!"

Amaya looks at the CD, everything in the room seemed to be moving. She fell to her knees. The radio fell off of the table and shattered. Her eyes went wide, for she heard the window slide open. She couldn't help but gasp when she turned to her right to see two black eyes staring into hers and heard Izzy say, "You would look much prettier with black hair." He gestured to the red strands.

Taichi sat on his bed and looked at a picture he had taken with Izzy. He wasn't smiling in it; Sora had recently broke up with him at that point in time. She had dated him for maybe a month, out of pure pity he realized now. Izzy was smiling in it; he was always smiling when he was with Taichi. Taichi shook his head. As much as he missed Izzy, he wasn't ever, and couldn't ever love the boy the way he now knew Izzy had loved him.

Taichi was so absorbed in looking at his picture, he didn't notice the door gently opening until it creaked. He got up with a curious look upon his face, and brought it shut once more, wondering how it did that when it had been fully shut.

"Why did you commit suicide?" Amaya asked as Izzy combed out her hair, having dyed it black and it was still wet from being washed after. Izzy's facial expression didn't change but he remarked quietly to himself, "I've always had talent as a hair dresser."

Amaya looked up at him. "Because I love Taichi. I did when he pushed me down the stairs. I know he didn't mean it. I know he didn't mean it when he said he hated me. Felt like he did, though. My heart felt like it was being ripped out, stabbed over and over again, put in a grinder, and then I couldn't feel anything anymore. I don't know if I should believe him when he says he didn't hate me. It hurt to damn much."

Amaya looked at the dark wooden table, "Well I love you." Izzy smirked and replied, "I noticed." He eyed the black belt sitting in a box he had thought he had lost along time ago.

"I really want to win the art competition." They heard Sora say. Amaya frowns. "That would involve me." Izzy raises and eyebrow and the smile he plays is un-doubtingly evil. "Want to win?"

"No."

"Good." He chuckles.

"What's on your mind?"

"How we can help dear Sora win and pay her back for laughing when she heard I was dead at the same time." Izzy said, a twinkle in his eyes. Amaya couldn't but shiver at the sight reflected in the mirror.