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A/N: Ok, so I got so many reviews for this story, I'm continuing it. It's not going to be a really long story, but perhaps three-five chapters. Just a little something of my own. A small challenge for me. Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 2: Two Years

Two years. That's not too terribly long, is it? When you think about it in terms of seasons (two springs, two summers, two autums, two winters), it's not that long at all. I think about how much time has went by, and all I can do is shake my head. It hasn't been two years. It's been longer, hasn't it? It's been much longer.

I still hear his voice, in the back of my head. It's weaker now, but he still lives to torture me. Every day, once my schoolwork is done, I'll hear him say,

Hiwatari-kun! Hiwatari-kun! A cruel laugh will fill my ears, and a numb-like pain will dull my senses. Ah, my dear boy, still thinking of her?

Two years. Technically, it's been two years. Normally, in that time period, nothing big changes. Yes, people mature and new friends are met, but nothing too drastic comes in two years... right? Well, my hair is a little less kept because I cut it myself, but that's not too bad. That's not what I'm talking about either. In the time period of two years, people... people still think of other people, right? I mean...

Oh, Hiwatari-kun, good morning! Ha! Don't tell me you weren't thinking of her, Satoshi boy...

But it's been more than two years. More things have happened. More things fly by. So really... in more than two years... people can not still think of other people. They move on with their life... don't they?

Hiwatari-kun... I... I've found someone else! I'm so sorry... More evil laughter echoed, and I stood rigid.

Another day had gone by before, another night I had layed silent, thinking, wishing. Another morning I had awoken to something that wasn't there. All I did was shave my beard, and Krad had to find some damned thing to do to make my life hell. I cursed when I saw the cut on my finger. I hadn't been paying attention when he sprang that one on me.

Oh, the poor boy is bleeding...

"Shut up," I growled. I could feel his anger with me, but he was becoming tired. It was a nice feeling, being more in control than he was after so many years of... well, not being in control. But I knew I had to stay careful. I had memories to remind me of that. "Say one more thing to taunt me, so help me god..."

Aw, are you going to cut yourself again?

If he were human, I would have castrated him by now. Then, I'd pay for his plastic surgery just so I could castrate him again.

"The only reason that happened was because you tried to take over," I said slowly. "And I was making my dinner. I do not cut myself."

But it left such a nice scar. I was down for weeks after that, Satoshi...

"I will not attempt suicide just to have you take over my body," I said, menicangly. "Now shut up and leave me alone." I heard Krad mumble a few foul words, but he stopped. Finally. I noticed the blood in my sink and scowled. It took me another five minutes to clean that mess up, bandage up my finger, and get dressed. As I quickly combed my hair, I caught sight of my scar. A shiver went down my spine, but I ignored it.

As if I were in a dream, I walked down my stairs and opened the cupboard to get my breakfast. Sadly, there was almost nothing left. I heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. I would have to go to the store. Which, mind you, wasn't a problem. It was just... awkward. Well, it's as if I don't exist... and to the entire world, I know I don't. I... I don't know. I suppose I just dislike the idea of going out because I could... you know, accidentally see someone I know. It was the weekend after all, and aquaintances from school could still be lurking around anywhere. Even though it was pretty early.

I slipped on my shoes, made a mental note of what I needed, grabbed some money from a drawer, and headed out. When I stepped from the porch, it was as if I has awoken from my dream, only to step into another dream. There was... sunlight. I was puzzled, for the past couple of weeks had been freezing cold. Winter was just ending anyway. Yet, when I stood in the yard, I found that I didn't even neat a jacket. For a fleeting second, I felt...

Oh, Hiwatari-kun, look at the clouds!

My hand balled into a fist, and I strode down the street. Damn Krad. Damn him to hell.

I found myself looking at all the different types of people walking by. Old men and young girls, laughing and running in the warm weather. I heard dogs barking and I saw little boys chasing after birds. Everything was so serene and peaceful. It was so... unreal. This couldn't possibly be my world. Not the world that I inhabbited. I felt a small, stinging pain in my one leg, and I looked down to see a frisbee.

"Hey, mister!" someone shouted. "Can you throw that over here?" I blinked at the child that had thrown the object off its course. It took my a moment to realize that I was supposed to move. Without thinking, I picked it up and threw it back. It gently flew through the air before the one boy jumped up and grabbed it. "Thanks, mister!" The two resumed playing, but I could only stand there.

When I continued on my way, I felt something... strange inside me. I hadn't thrown a frisbee before. Almost never in my life. I was always the kid that observed others. And... I don't know. When I threw that frisbee... it felt good; I could literally feel adrenaline rushing through my veins. And all I had done was throw a toy. Weird...

The trip to the store was quick, and I almost wanted to stay longer. Before I knew it, I was headed back home just the way I had come. Some of the children had left, but most of them remained. Unwilling to go back into my house for another two months of despair, I took an unexpected turn down into the park. I breathed in the air and felt... calm. Couples walked by, hand in hand, and I saw a mother with her child. There were some college males playing soccer, and little girls watching old men play checkers. Cliche as it was, I had never felt so at peace with myself. For a moment, all my worried dissapeared.

Then I bumped into something. I myself didn't stumble, but the young woman who I had bumped into did. I saw her fall to my one side, dropping her purse along the way. Oddly enough, all I could do was stare. For some unbeknownst reason, I couldn't find myself able to move. She huffed, and got to her knees. Her back was facing me, and I felt a special pang in my stomach. She had brown hair.

"You know," she said, trying not to seem embarassed. "You could appologize for bumping into me. Just a thought."

Right... right, I had to appologize and help her up. Without saying anything, I bent over and held out my free hand; I held it out over her shoulder. She glanced at it, debating on whether or not she would accept the help. Acting reluctant, she took my hand and stood.

So warm... I thought as I watched her. There was something pulling me towards her, and I didn't know what it was. I didn't... I couldn't let go of her hand. When she was about to let hers fall from mine, I squeezed harder. She froze in fright, and I was almost amused. She hadn't seen my face yet. But the question was, was she supposed to?

"U-umm..." Slowly... ever so slowly, she turned around.

Technically, it's been two years. In two years, wouldn't you forget someone's facial features? Wouldn't you forget their hair color, or their eye color, or whether they had glasses or not? You would, wouldn't you? I had forgotten, that was obvious. But when I saw her face, everything came rushing back so fast, I could barely stay standing. If it weren't for her hand (which I was treating like my last grip onto life itself), I would have fallen over.

Two years... and I saw her again.

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