Someone was shaking her.

"Hikari?" The female voice called her name. "Wake up!"

Hikari opened her eyes. The dream had left her in a muddle, and she was still thinking about it when she realized her mistake. She looked up to see the other kids leaving the classroom. She had fallen asleep.

"I didn't think class was that boring," Hikari's friend mused as she put on her backpack.

Hikari had come to her senses but it didn't shake the odd feeling left behind by the dream. "Yami…how long was I sleeping?"

The dark haired girl shrugged. "Awhile, I guess. The homework was to write your opinion on the story we read—the one you were awake for—at the beginning of class."

Hikari yawned. "Refresh my memory, what was it about?"

Yami sighed. "You know, that old story about how the world was perfect and everyone lived happily. Then they began fighting and all of the world were split…the stuff about darkness…you know the one."

Hikari nodded. "Yep, and that there was one door that lead to the heart of all—I know the one."

Yami tossed her a hand mirror. "You don't look so good. You've never fallen in sleep in class before…you all right?"

Hikari didn't really know the answer, so she just nodded. She checked herself out in the small lens. Blond hair now messy. Blue eyes droopy from sleep. She thought that she may be sick, but shook the though off. It wasn't the season for getting colds.

Both girls left the classroom together. School was over; the weekend was here. However, Hikari, normally quiet and carefree, was beginning to worry. This wasn't the first time she had a strange dream like this. She had been having these fantasies ever since the day the meteorite fell into the lake in the center of town. That was over a month ago, when she, Yami, and Gare had been sitting on the hillside together.

As if by reading her thoughts, Yami said, "you remember that weird meteorite that fell into Dawn Lake? There's supposed to be a big meteor shower tonight, maybe we'll get another one!"

Hikari laughed. "Maybe. That would be unlikely though. By the way, have you seen Gare today?"

Yami pointed to the school exit. A lone boy was standing there; plain looking save for his strangely dyed hair: Half blond, half black. He saw the girls and came over. "Hi Yami, Hikari. Wanna' come to the hill tonight and watch the shower?"

"Sure, why not?" Hikari said.

Yami nodded. "Count me in."

Gare smiled. "All right then. I'll bring chips and soda and stuff if you want. But right now I need to get home and work on this story the school paper wants me to do. So…eight then?"

Hikari smiled. "Eight it is."

Gare waved as he walked away. "See you then."

A short breeze swept through the schoolyard and covered everything in a blanket of silence. Yami and Hikari were left alone on the steps of the school. Everyone else had already gone home. There was an uneasy silence between them.

Yami broke it. "Do you like Gare?" She said quietly.

Hikari didn't know how to respond to the question. "I guess…as a friend. Why, do you?"

Yami processed her thoughts. "…I dunno, maybe. I always thought you liked him."

"But he's a childhood friend—that would be so…awkward." Hikari stood up and looked down at Yami. "Gare is a writer, way too analytical for his own good. He's too quiet and shy for me anyway."

"But you're quiet and shy."

"True, but I don't…I don't know. If you like him, then that's okay with me I guess."

Yami stared at her intently. "But are you just saying that?"

This wasn't like Yami at all. Hikari was a little worried. "Of course not. I would support you no matter what. I don't care if you like him. But don't you think it would make our friendship a little awkward?"

Yami shrugged indifferently.

"Why are you telling me this now, Yami? Did you just start liking Gare recently?"

Yami stood up. "I just feel…like I needed to say it as soon as possible. It feels like everything is being rushed lately and that our world might change suddenly, we might change."

Hikari was puzzled by the statement; yet she knew where her friend was coming from. "We're always changing, Yami. We're kids and we do that. But I've felt that feeling too, like everything is going to rush at us at once. It's the calm before the storm."

Yami turned to look at her friend. The sun was positioned at an angle where the sun was torn between them, Yami in shadow and Hikari in the light. "Do you believe that destiny can be changed?"

Destiny is like a river…

Hikari shuddered. "I suppose so. Some people think that—if destiny even exists—that we have the powers to change it. Other people think that a higher power controls everything."

"But what do you think?"

Hikari had to think it over for a second. "I suppose a little of both. Is life just one big coincidence, or is it all connected? Who knows? But I think we can make our lives what we want them to be."

Yami hopped onto the side of the banister. "But what if we only think that destiny has been changed and it's really how fate wanted it to be?"

Hikari snickered. "How dark of you! That's the Yami I know. Why are we talking about this anyway? Maybe your destiny belongs with Gare."

Yami jumped off the rail and proceeded to walk away. She stopped suddenly and spoke back to Hikari. "But maybe it won't work out; maybe he's meant to be with you." Then she left the grounds.

Hikari was alone. She wished that Yami wouldn't think about that kind of stuff. "But one thing's for sure," she spoke aloud, "I'll make sure that destiny never tears us apart."