Hey people! I apologise for some spelling errors of Morishige! In the previous chapters I hat spelt it 'Morshige'. Hard to keep up with all these Japanese names! Don't worry, I will go through and edit it soon. Thanks!

Yoshiki stretched, his tired arms knocking several pillows off the couch. Why was he asleep on the couch? Had he fallen asleep watching tv? Suddenly the memories of last night flooded back to him, making him blush slightly. He remembered Ayumis freakish spirit vision, the panick as he rushed home, and how he had tried his best to comfort her last night. Shrugging his warm jacket off, he looked around the room for signs of Ayumi, before finally finding the neon blue post it note she had written. Yawning, he read the note through, his vision still blurry from sleep. He wasn't sure what to make of the note. They seemed to be more than friends last night, but was she pushing him back in the friend zone this morning. Girls were so confusing, he thought as he quickly got changed. Blinking, he looked at the date on his phone.

"Dammit," he muttered to himself, "I'm gonna be late for work if I eat." Sighing, he had to sk another meal, but nonetheless walked cheerily to work. His worked as a assistant in the high street music store, nothing big, but he needed the extra money on the side to live. His shift was nine still two in the afternoon, and for once, he was actually looking forward to it.

He had a great bond with his boss, and sometimes the kind old man would let him borrow instruments once in awhile, since he knew about and shared Yoshikis love of music. It was now the middle of the month, and that was usually when he would let Yoshiki choose one of the many second hand guitars (he couldn't use the new ones). Grinning he walked through the door, greeting the receptionist. He could finally compose the final part of his 'secret prodject.'

Meanwhile, Satoshi was not feeling so great. Yesterday had been another failed atempt to confess his feelings to Naomi, even if she was alone over his house yesterday. To his relief, Yuka was at a birthday party, and his parents had gone out, so it was just him and her. But once again, he hadn't had the courage to tell her. He recalled the happenings of yesterday, whilst sprawled among his bed sheets.

"I hope Ayumis ok," Naomi had said, as soon as she had reached Satoshis room. She had never been close to the class rep, and often had disagreements over things, and their egos would always seem to crash. Originally, Naomi thought it was because they had both liked Satoshi, but now she was supposedly with Yoshiki now, and seemed to be a bit more warm towards her. She'd still get annoyed with her occasionally, but it wasn't exactly the catty fights they had had before heavenly host.

"Yeah me too," nodded Satoshi, closing the door. In reality he wasn't that bothered by Ayumis outburst, she often had those weird panick attacks, sow he didn't worry too much.

"But it's a shame, I really wanted to go to the new arcade."

"Yeah," Naomi nodded "So did I, but I always suck at all of the games."

"No you don't! They purposely make it hard to reel you in!"

"You should of noted that last time. You spent all your months savings trying to win that plushie!"

Satoshi felt himself go a slight tint of pink. Although Naomi had never found out, if he won it, he was going to give it to Naomi.

"I'm not that bad..."

"Yes you are! Oh, forget it."

The two chatted, for awhile, mostly recalling all the great memories they had had with Seiko and the others, untill Satoshi grew slightly bored, and suggested to play video games. Naomi wasn't a great gamer, but enjoyed playing alongside her friends, however bad she may be. Satoshi found it amusing to see her rage in anger when they played racing games, since she could never master the controls, or, beat Satoshi. The game was one of favourites, one he would often play with Yoshiki whenever he came round, which was quite often.

"Ugh," muttered Naomi, repeatedly jabbing the controls "which one is it?"

Satoshi laughed, smiling at his frustrated friend. Gently leaning over, he placed her hands on the correct controls for the game. Naomi blushed, surprised to feel how soft Satoshis hands were, and how he was so casually touching her.

"There you go," Satoshi said beaming, "Have another go,"

Naomi nodded, picking up the controller again, a light feeling buzzing inside of her. Carefully, she watched how Satoshi raced, and was quick to copy his quick movements. Despite improving, he still beat her narrowly by three places.

"Not too bad," mused Satoshi, putting his controller down, "for a girl..."

"Hey, that's sexist!" said Naomi, frowning, "Ayumi plays horror games all the time, have you seen her?"

Satoshi nodded shuddering. Although he loved video games, he could not stand horror games, since he'd often freak out at jump scares.

"She's a freak for liking them though!"

"Yeah I suppose," agreed Naomi "how can Kishinuma stand her?"

"I dunno. Their a cute couple..."

"Opposites attract, eh?" Smirked Naomi.

"Mmmm...Naomi I was meaning to ask you something."

Naomi's eyes widened, was this the moment she had been waiting for?

"Sure...go ahead."

"Well, I was wondering if..."

Satoshi blushed, embarrassed, and turned away, ashamed that she wasn't brave enough to ask her. Panicking, he tried to think of something to say, something friendly, a different question.

"You don't have to hold back," reassured Naomi warmly. Satoshi smiled, but inside he was dying.

"Your right. I was wondering if you were having any...strange nightmares about the heavenly host lately?"

Naomi was quite surprised that he asked that, but quickly covered it up with a thoughtful mask.

"Well...I had this one dream about Seiko..."

"Go on."

"She was a spirit...you know like those transparent ones we saw?"

"Yeah."

"And she was roaming around the broken corridors, searching for something...but she still felt deaths pain, continuously, and relived the memory of me hanging her, again...and again, all the time."

Satoshi but a caring arm around her, trying to comfort his close friend. "Did you have any?"

"Yeah." He began, "but they were different. I saw Yuki and the other child spirits, looking over a blood stained map. Yuki and Ryou read the words out, and to me, it sounded like something Kibiki would of written."

Naomi looked strangely puzzled.

"Why were they looking at a map, they know the space so well!"

Satoshi shrugged his shoulders, staring out at the cobalt blue sky.

"There just dreams..."

As Naomi thought about the strange 'dreams', Satoshi kicked himself mentally for not asking her out. It was another perfect opportunity wasted.

That was all he wanted to recall, and lay on his messy bed again.

He was usually the cool and confident member of the group, but ever since heavenly host, that had slowly slipped away, replaced with anxiety. His head felt hot and heavy, and he was sweating all over. He found it difficult and hard to breath, and he bad a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was was this strange feeling he had

His observant sister Yuka, had noticed Satoshi was feeling down, so was planning to give him a present. Quietly, she went under her bed and dragged out a large silver box tied up with a coarse violet ribbon, Yukas favourite colours by far. It contained her secretly large scented beads collection, all lined up in rows according to colour and flavour. It was her little collection obsession.

"What's brothers favourite colour?" Yuka asked herself, scratching her head. She quickly peered into Satoshis room, being careful not to disturb him, as he was in a fitful sleep. Most of the furniture in his room was blue, the same as the colour of the sky today, acknowledged Yuka. Now, she just had to pick which flavour. Blueberry, bubblegum and sea salt, were the range of flavours under the blue section. It was an easy pick, since one of Satoshis favourite things was the sea, so he must love the smell of it.

Happily, she skipped into his room, her small hands tightly wrapped around the neck of the bottle which held the scented beads in, and reached Satoshis brother.

"Brother?" said Yuka, peering over her brother, who was slumped on his bed, "Wake up, it's almost lunch time!"

Much to her annoyance, Satoshi did not respond, and stayed in the same, slumped position.

"BROTHER?!" Shouted Yuka, right in his ears, thinking that would surely wake him up. But yet again, he didn't respond. Suddenly Yuka felt worried, and she was right to. Satoshis nose had started bleeding, yet he still lay there, unaware.

"Big..bro...MUUUUUUMMMMYY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

Satoshi had stopped breathing.

"So you saw the same blue light," repeated Hinoe, waving a hand over her sisters face. Ayumi had gone into one of her dream like states, and she did it so often it had started to get on her sisters nerves. No doubt she was thinking about that boy again, she could sense his presence near her, like a part of him was there all the time...

"Ayumi," he sister said sharply, tapping her on the shoulder. "You have something that doesn't belong to you, don't you?" Ayumi sighed, glancing at her irritated sister. She had no idea what she was talking about, and she was in no mood for talking about spirits again.

"Yes I saw a blue light, just the same as whenever I have a vision."

Hinoe nodded, her mousey brown hair bobbing as she wrote in the new spirt book. Ayumi was going over Hinoes previous questions in her head, since she was one step behind. Something not hers...something that didn't belong to her? She fumbled in her hoodie pockets, sensing something that her sister must have earlier.

"Oh crap," Ayumi cried, "I've got Kishinumas iPod still!"

Hinoe looked at her sternly, partly for her taking the iPod and partly for swearing so casually.

"Don't swear, the spirits disprove of such coarse language."

Ayumi rolled her eyes, turning the iPod over in her hand carefully like it was a precious jewl.

"I betted give this back to Yoshiki..." mumbled Ayumi, getting up from her favourite seat.

"On a first name basis are we?" commented Hinoe, snapping the book shut. She began to chant her mystical sealing charms, to make sure that the book did not come to the fate as the previous notebook.

"Maybe..." Ayumi replied, lacing her shoes hurriedly, hoping Yoshiki was in at this time. Her sister smiled to herself, sliding the feathery spirit book into its secret slot in the bookshelf. Ayumi was growing up so fast these days, and she was defiantly developing her already advanced sixth sense, she thought fondly to herself.

"I'm gonna go, now," Ayumi called from the near corridor, picking up her bag.

"Fine, but you better be home by five!" ordered Hinoe, glancing at the time on her ancient watch. It was quarter to two in the afternoon.

"Kishinuma," called his boss, collecting money from an eager customer, "Your shifts ov'r now. You can take that ol' electric one o' mine for two weeks from the back."

Yoshiki grinned, walking through to the end of the shop space and to the little store room at the back. He could instantly tell which the electric one was, since all the others were plain acoustics. Admirably, he stroked the base of the guitar, and plucked the rough strings carefully, as if he were plucking feathers from a bird.

"This is great!" exclaimed Yoshiki, carrying the fine instrument out of the store room. "I owe you one, sir." The owned chuckled, watching him from the checkout.

"Nah, you already wor' ov'r time!"

Yoshiki waved goodbye to the other workers and started walking briskly down the street, already thinking what songs he could play using this new instrument. He could play several of the songs from the book on this guitar, and hopefully, finish his new song he has been working on since he had returned from the heavenly host. Thinking about the heavenly host, he had some strange dreams recently, no, not the same terrible nightmares he had encountered before, but strange, almost realistic dreams about the child spirits. He was in deep thought, when he spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Squinting, he carried on walking to his block of flats, and noted the figure was walking in the same direction...Then it suddenly disappeared behind him. He shrugged his shoulders, not really knowing what to think. As he turned the corner, he thought he could her rapid footsteps behind him, gradually getting closer...louder...

"BOO!" shouted a female person, grabbing him by with shoulders.

"Oy!" he shouted, spinning round to see who it was. Oh...it was Ayumi, of course!

She was standing behind him, laughing her head off at his surprised reaction. Her hair was loose for once, and she was wearing one of her favourite hoodies, the orange one, and midnight blue skinny jeans. Her eyes were like always, clear and focused, and, was it just him or did she looked extremely pretty...?

"Yoshiki?" said Ayumi, amused, "What are you looking at?"

Yoshiki shook his head catching up with her.

"N..Nothing!"

She must think I'm a right pervert, thought Yoshiki, slightly embarrassed.

"You borrowed a new guitar," commented Ayumi observantly. "Is it acoustic?"

"No it's electric actually," said Yoshiki proudly, but trying not to boast. Ayumi sighed, looking

at her romantic interest. She had never really noticed his masculine features before, since she had previously thought he was a delquilent and frankly, a significant waste of her precious time. But now it was different. She noticed his strong jawline and muscular arms, and blushed. Why was she thinking about him this way? She had always told herself personality was more important than looks, but still, she couldn't deny he was good looking.

"Soo, since your walking this way, why not come over?" Yoshiki suggested, falling to to step with her. Ayumi nodded, pleased. Today was gonna be...great...