'Now, where are you Rika? Should try to stop being a god damn Ice Queen... Whoa! Why am I so worried! - he slightly blushes- Nope, I can't... I have just been teasing... it wasn't suppose...'
Suddenly, he hears something from the Shinjuku park. It's someone singing.
-"Every morning, every night,
You watch over me like the sun in the sky
Every morning and every night,
Will you promise me you'll be my guardian light?" - then, the voice abruptally stops- Don't you know I hate singing? don't I know that? sigh I'll just continue to pretend - and sings again -
"Promise you'll stay for the sunset
And when the moon shines through the darkness
We can find the path that leads us home
and on the way you'll... maybe... sing me a song
Promise that you'll always will be there
Hold my hand even if I'm real scared
Help me stand up tall if I fall down
Make me laugh away all my bluest days!"
Ryo realizes that voice is Rika's and goes near the seesaw where she is. Unfortunately, she realizes something's moving and stos singing for a while. After less than a minute, begins to sing the song again.
The boy stands behind the swing on the left of hers. Realizing that she's deeply concentrated, he sits on that swing.
-"... that leads us home"
squeekmakes Ryo's swing.
'Oh man, wish this didn't happen' thinks the boy
Rika doesn't look, yet, questions:
-Why are you here, Akiyama?
-I-I heard someone's voice...someone's beautiful voice singing and realized it was yours. You've, damnit, you do have a.
-I don't wanna hear you!- covers her ears- I can't sing! I hadn't sung! I hate singing-
-Hey, calm down princess.- he grabs her hands
-Let me go!
-Hear me, please. I want to talk with you... but you have to calm down and hear... ok, wildcat?
-What choice do I have... I really have to, don't I?Don't call me that.
-First, how did you know it was me?
-Felt it, maybe because you are the who I last was.
-Second, why are you so scared- - she cuts Akiyama
-Used to sing with papa, before he left us.-lets her head fall a bit.
-Hey, don't cry, pumpkin.
-Don't call me that, twerp.
-May I tell you a story?- she stares at him.- I'll take that as a "yes". It's about a boy, a 5 year-old boy who used to spend most of his time with his mother. everyday, she took him to the playground and played with him, then they'd wait for the sunset and begging of night. After, she would make a fast meal for them and tell her little boy a story, in a hurry, to lay him in the bed... so that - he pauses - so that her husband ahem her alcoholic husband wouldn't beat their son. One time,when she realized the little one was beaten, she went out, and disappeared. Till today, nor the boy nor tha husband know whether she's alive.
-You're almost 15, but you're still 14... it's been 9 or 10 years. oh god! That's horrible. I'm-
-Don't be sorry. It's not your fault or mine. "Thanks" to it, my father went to a unpoisoning and became a real father, though, most of times, we're arguing... what hit was by surprise, time ago, was that, unfortunately, my "step-mother" also left us, when she got what she wanted from father, anyways I had almost no connection to her.
-Ohh.
-I know you want your papa, I used to want and still want my mama but have them mean something to our lives comparing to your mother and my father?
-No, but, Ryo-
-Of course we've memories. But think, although they may love us, they don't love us like the ones who are always by our side, helping, making us laugh. Alright, no thing can replace other, but helps us pass without another.
-You're right, Digi-King.
-Can you please stop calling me that?Or I may call you "my queen?
-I got it... agreed. - says the red-haired girl. After a minute of silence, when she's about to sing.