A week went by. Nothing. Naota began to forget even receiving the comment, but he forced himself to read it at least once a day. It was proof that Haruko existed. He read it out loud to himself late on the seventh night, chanting as though it were some strange and fantastical incantation.

Mamimi….who was Mamimi? Haruko knew her, and it sounded like Naota did, too. But he just couldn't remember…

Kanti quietly opened the door to Naota's room and slipped inside. He waited patiently for the human to notice him. What appeared to be a character of amusement flashed across his screen when Naota looked over and fell off of the bed.

"Goddammit, Kanti, don't scare me like that!" snapped Naota, struggling to untangle his limbs from the laptop.

I am sorry. It's just that I found something while I was cleaning out the broom closet. It must have been from awhile ago.

He held out a photograph, worn and crinkled at the edges. Naota took it cautiously, fingers trembling. He didn't know quite why, but the thing filled him with an uneasy apprehension. The photo was of a young boy and an older girl, their heads squished together so that they would both fit in the frame. Naota recognized the girl's shaggy mop of brown hair and her mischievous expression.

"Mamimi," he deadpanned.

I thought so. She looks different than I thought. But maybe I'm getting her confused with Haruko.

Naota nodded mutely and stuffed the photo in his pocket.

"I'm going to get a can of soda," he announced, turning off the laptop. "You can leave now."

Kanti waited until Naota left before turning on the laptop and downloading more data to his online journal.

Naota tried to think. Haruko. What did she look like? Yellow hair—no, pink hair, yellow motorbike. A Vespa? No, wait, maybe it was pink, too. She had goggles—maybe they were yellow. He had to check back at his journal.

Shit. What was the password?

"Kanti!"

The robot burst into the room, a towel and a dripping plate in hand. He looked about the room, perplexed, for any sign of danger. Finding none, he sat down in the desk chair opposite Naota's bed.

What is it? You look distraught.

"I can't remember the password to my journal," snapped Naota, rubbing at his temples. "Did you have it in your memory somewhere?"

Kanti looked away. Gears ground in his head, and he sat still for a long time. Finally, he looked up, defeated.

My data is faulted. I can't remember what the password is. I think I can remember the account's name, though. Isn't it "HeavensRock"?

"Yeah…and the password! It was….terminal, right?" Naota jumped up. "Kanti, go get my laptop. I need to check something."

Kanti moved to get up, and Naota put out a hand to stop him.

"By the way, Kanti, I want you to put that information in the safest place in your data. I don't want to lose it again."

Kanti nodded and took off.

There were new comments. A user called "WhiteAsh" seemed very eager to give their opinion on Naota's entries. Haruko had only left one more comment.

Your brother's back? Sounds just like your dad. Maybe I should come back and visit you, Takkun.

Naota blushed furiously. Kanti glanced at him questioningly, but in a surprising display of common sense, chose not to say anything. He just watched Naota scroll down to "WhiteAsh"'s comments.

Tasku's back? But I thought he was leaving forever!

He's got a new girlfriend. A lot of them, it looks like. People never change, do they? I need to go play with fire some more.

Mamimi is sorry she had to leave, Takkun. But it was so hard for her to stay…she hopes you understand.

Naota shivered. He quickly closed out of the journal and turned off his laptop. Suddenly, he didn't feel much like updating.

Author's note: sorry about the short chapters, kids. its just that i want to update often, and i dont get much time to write...anyway, this is NOT the end. i realize this is getting kind of drawn out, too, so ill try and end it quickly. or at least get some sort of super-ninja action in there or something.

anyway, mes amis, have fun.

"Can you feel?
Can you feel that hybrid rainbow?
Even we, who weren't chosen up till yesterday
Are waiting for tomorrow"