Hey guys! And sorry for the delays and all. Happy holidays! I wish yah all the best. This chapter maybe a little macabre, but I am writting as my imagination dictates me. I've caught myself writting this story as the argument of a movie (I do scriptwritting for a hobby also :) ). I appreciate the reception this story has had, but I really need your comment on this one!. Please!

Onix Tales, signing out

VII

How to remember someone from your past.

Back on the earthly Tokyo, an apartment high up in an exclusive building of downtown was completely dark, like the ones below it. It was lit by a wavering candlelight, that glistened like a star in the pitch blackness. As you may already imagine, the candle lit a meal for two. A chair was occupied by a short blonde woman, with long waiving hair, wearing a silver white gown. On the walls hanged magazine covers that all prayed in huge letters the same name "Koboshi Uematsu", praising the ballet celebrity.

Koboshi looked down to her plate. The delicious meal she had cooked was now cold and dry. She let out a little sob. "Why the hell did he stood me up? I was going to finally ask him. Maybe he had late meeting. Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe…"

She began to think about how he met the man she was waiting for. She remembered herself being very short. She sniggered, due the fact she was already taller than Ayanokouji. There were three people that were still blurry, one was a boy the other two were girls. She remembered she had a special hatred towards one of them. And then again, something special to other one. Her memories stirred until they fixed in the image of a young Ten Ayanokouji.

Koboshi let out another tear, then another, then another. Before she could restrain herself, she was crying over her cold dinner. She stood up and, with tears still in her eyes, threw the dinner table to the floor with the food still on it. She tried to kick and stab the main course (which was a turkey) as hard as she could, but the first blow sent a tremor that raced her entire body. It was so cold that it had turned to stone!

Koboshi dropped to the floor and looked down to the mess he had just concocted. "I'm going to be sorry about this tomorrow." Suddenly, Koboshi's cell phone rang. She got up and put her mouth on the speaker. "Moshi-Moshi".

"Koboshi-san? It's me, Ten."

"I don't even want to talk to you, Ayanokouji. How could you stood me up?"

"I'm really sorry, Koboshi-san."

"No apologies, Ayanakouji. Not anymore."

"Wait Koboshi-san! It's Kotarou-chan! Remember him?"

When she heard that name the blurry boy came to life. In a second her memory refreshed with bittersweet memories. It was like going back to elementary school all over again. Suddenly, she was standing in her old classroom. It was deserted, all but a little boy on the far corner seat, next to a window. Koboshi walked to the lopsided boy. She turned his head around. The boy's face was dead, half crushed, and had wide-open purple penetrating eyes. Koboshi felt a shock that ran through her spine. Koboshi staggered "Ko-kota-ta-taro-u-u-sssan?"

Suddenly she was at the phone again.

"Is Kotarou-san injured?"

"Badly, Koboshi. Wait a minute. Someone is in the way! Driver, hit the breaks!"

"Ten-san! Are you there?!"

A squealing of breaks leaked through the call. Then a beastly crippling of metal. A moment of silence fell on the call. Then a voice ended it. But it wasn't Ten. It was a hoarse and deep voice.

"Tell no one this happened, human. Or you'll be sorry for eternity."