A/N: It's been a long time since I wrote anything, so I hope it doesn't disappoint as much. I recently watched Kimi No Na Wa and the void it left me had to be filled...honestly I doubt that'll happen.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

i.

For her.

That was what he muttered under his breath. Taki had no idea what he meant or why he said that. Although he tried his best to recall what he was doing a few moments ago, all he could do was sigh in defeat as he came up with nothing.

He looked up. The starlit sky left him breathless. Space and anything outside of his small world didn't really interest him, but for some reason he had to choke back tears. Taki thought he looked pathetic. Still, he found the purple tinted vastness surrounding him beautiful. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt uneasy, twitchy even. As he exhaled, he slowly opened his eyes. The stars were still there, the moon still watching. Yet he felt like the sky had just fallen. Taki was suffocating. He was waiting. For what; he may never know.

A cold breeze snapped him out of his reverie. He looked down to zip up his jacket when he realized he was holding a pen. Was he writing? On what? A single line of ink on both his hands answered his question. He examined it carefully. No matter what angle he looked at it from, they just looked like lines and nothing else.

Taki decided he was wasting his time trying to figure this out by himself. It was clearly getting late and he was exhausted. He gripped the pen in frustration and placed it in his pocket. Taki looked up at the sky one last time before proceeding down the mountain.

For some unknown reason, Taki couldn't let go of the pen.

ii.

Taki watched with pity in his eyes as Tsukasa struggled to wipe breadcrumbs off his cotton shirt. He stopped mindlessly scrolling through his phone once he noticed that across him was a more interesting form of entertainment.

"Please stop staring at me." Tsukasa deadpanned. His hands fell to his lap before he crossed his arms. Tsukasa was trying to look menacing, which Taki found amusing.

Taki smiled. "Do you need help with that?" He teased.

"You make fun of me trying to look clean after I helped you pack up this morning?" Tsukasa almost hissed.

That kept Taki's mouth shut. He was so tired this morning that he couldn't even pack his own things. It was almost midnight when Taki came back to the inn last night. He had a hard time climbing down the mountain with the little energy he had left which is why it took him so long. It didn't help when Tsukasa and Okudera pestered him with questions he couldn't answer. When they finally left him alone, the horrible feeling of trying to remember something he forgot gave him a restless night.

He looked out the train window and observed the blur of trees passing by. With half-closed eyes, he attempted to retrace his steps mentally.

A god's body, a comet, half-light...

Taki felt Okudera watching him. He turned to her and was taken aback when he saw the concerned look on her face.

"Are you sure nothing bad happened to you up there?" She asked him for what seemed like the twentieth time.

Taki definitely wasn't sure of the events that happened while he was on the mountain. There was a gap in his memory he couldn't fill. For the sake of not worrying both his friends, he nodded. "I'm sure."

Okudera didn't look convinced. She opened her mouth to say something but kept quiet. She pursed her lips, visibly thinking if she should ask whatever it was on her mind. She eyed his wrist.

"Where's your braided cord?"

Taki looked down. He hadn't noticed that he wasn't wearing it. He lifted his backpack from the floor and placed it on his lap.

"I..." Taki trailed off. He rummaged through his bag but found nothing except for a few snacks, his wallet, and his sketches of Itomori. Like everything else that happened on this trip, he couldn't remember what happened to the cord. Taki felt a sense of dread when he realized he must have dropped it during last night's hike.

"I think I dropped it in Itomori." He said as he slumped into his seat.

"Do you want to go back for it?" Tsukasa suggested. "The train's going to arrive at the next stop in about 30 minutes. It's a long ride back but we can make it to Tokyo before noon."

Taki wanted to say yes. He wanted to feel at ease just once during this entire trip. He touched his wrist and frowned when he couldn't feel the familiar touch of woven thread. Why? Why did feel so empty? It was only a bracelet.

"No," he finally answered. "It's not important."

He lied.

He looked away from Tsukasa to hide the unexplained pain in his eyes and stared at his shirt full of crumbs. Crumbs- he wished he had left crumbs to follow the messy path in his maze of memories. Taki felt like crying again. It was frustrating enough to not remember anything. To add more ache to his troubled state, he now carried a heavy feeling of loss. Deep down, in the crevices of his heart, he knew he lost something more than just memories and a piece of jewelry.

Taki looked inside his bag again. He searched with his hands despite knowing his effort would be fruitless. His gut told him he already lost the cord forever. Taki suddenly stopped. He let out a breathy sigh as he felt the familiar shape between his fingers.

Tsukasa and Okudera looked at him. "Taki?" Okudera called out softly.

The two concerned friends had a look of confusion and mild interest as Taki took out a pen.

A/N: I know, author notes suck when it's an intro and also an ending. I just wanted to say I meant for this to be a one-shot since I don't think I'm disciplined enough to write multiple chapters. I realized it would be a very long one-shot and no one wants that. Anyway, tell me what you think!