Without realizing this, a smile crept upon Satoshi's face. It was quite a rare comodity for him to smile in such a manner. But, her took the box from Kiyoko as a rush of embarassment came upon him. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink, as he realized he had brought nothing for her himself. "Thank you." He just barely managed to utter the words. The thought still astonished him though. After so long, he was finally able to see her.

Satoshi still couldn't grasp the fact. She was right here. Part of him wanted to pull her into a tight embrace and the other just didn't know what to do. Afterall, he did know better than to do that in front of his fellow classmates, the ones who were out and about with him every single day. "I didn't get anything for you though Kiyoko.." He himself looked down shamefully.

"Oh that's alright Satoshi. I made it myself." Kiyoko smiled. As said, he carefully lifted the silver top, knowing that the girl of his dreams was watching. Swiftly he pulled out a long silk white scarf with his initals monogrammed in black on the bottom most corner. It was the perfect gift. "It's great." He stumbled with the words as he admired the craftsmanship.

Carefully he folded the scarf and placed it back in the box. "So Kiyoko, how are you feeling?" Kiyoko's eyes clouded with bewilderment for a second. "What do you mean?"

This was one of the things Satoshi had the most trouble saying. Afterall, he didn't want to bring up any horrible reoccuring memories, nor did he want to live a long while without knowing the true details to the disaster. "You know, that car accident..."

Her face contorted in pain as if she was reliving it. Taken aback, Kiyoko seemed to stutter as she tried to get her words out. "I-I really don't want to talk about it." Her ocean blue eyes seemed to be stricken with pain, as she turned away slightly.

Quickly regretting his choice of words, the blue haired boy tried his best to make amends. "Kiyoko I'm sorry, I didn't want to.." He reached for her hand as his voice slowed down to a calming pace. And then it struck him. Something had changed about the girl. Satoshi stopped and retrached his arm as soon as he realized what he had done.

"Why do you wear necklaces like that?" What he meant was the neckbandage like choker she wore. Today it was a stream lined black rimmed with a pearl white. She always seemed to be wearing something that hid her neck. Was she hiding something? She just looked different now. Her hair was now a complete black with white tips. She looked much more sophisticated, something about her made his heart skip.

"I-" The midnight haired girl was interrupted.

"Kiyoko!" A pair of arms envoloped her. Precariously she turned, and her eyes met another. "Riku?" The short haired girl nodded. "I'm glad you're back!" "Yeah." Kiyoko said quietly, some part of her half expected the red head Daisuke. She hadn't seen the boy for what seemed like months, though it had been only a few weeks. "Are you alright from-" riku was cut off as Kiyoko found herself being pulled away.

"I don't think Kiyoko wants to talk about that Harada." His hand held onto the soft-spoken girl's tightly. A devious smirk appeared upon Riku took a step back, pointing a finger up to the air. "Oh I know what you mean Satoshi." She smiled moving in closer. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." Satoshi's cheeks flushed a rosy color once again.

"I'll see you two later." Then in a second, Riku was once again gone. The two were left together with nothing much to say to one another. "Um, Satoshi, you can let go of my hand now." He didn't realize it, but Kiyoko's cheeks were a little flushed too. "Oh, yeah." Satoshi's eyes traveled down to his hand. Their fingers had been interlaced, and still were. Shocked he slowly let go.

Maybe such things were really not meant to be. Afterall, getting mixed up with him could ultimately get her hurt, emotionally and/or physically. Maybe his heart really was bent on capturing the famous phantom theif, and he would probably cast her to the side once he hit a break through in the case.

Did Kiyoko really deserve such things?

Sorry if this chapters a little short, my minds just been in a daze for a little while. I've been having raging headaches since the 6th, and due to my pessimisstic personality, I keep thinking that I'm developing a brain tumor. Well that and I'm always blabbing on my cell phone.

Quote from a movie!

"Why didn't you call me!? I've been worried sick!"

"Well I was in the middle of the woods. Maybe if I had a mobile.."

"Mobiles give you cancer!"

They said mobile instead of cell phone because they were British. ALso in a daze due to the fact that I recieved one of the most horrid reviews on one of my other stories, and I feel I may be discontinuing it completely. I knew it was bad, that's why I was going to discontinue it the minute I published it.

Hmm, I have to go, another headache's coming upon me. I'm sorry there aren't any previews to come this time. My head hurts too much.

I bid you aidue,

Ki