CHAPTER 2: What Promise Means

Yamato mentally slapped himself remembering Mimi's curiosity. Yamato's eye peeked through the corner to see Taichi approaching closer and closer. Cursing to himself, Yamato snapped and got an idea, "Uh, Mimi?"

"Hai?" Mimi questioned hoping Yamato asked her question before.

"Ano (1)... we're going to play a-a-a game."

Mimi beamed, "A game! I love games! But not charades, bleh-Mimi hates it."

"Shh!" He hushed her hearing Taichi's school shoes approach, "Hai, ano... the first one back to that guy's club meeting room wins. You got that?" Mimi nodded happily, "Ready," He prepared, "Set- GO!" Mimi rushed through the floor to ghost to the last room Yamato had been to. He sighed out of relief when she left in a hurry to win that pathetic game he made up."

"Ishida!" Taichi exclaimed after seeing his classmate from being hidden. "What the hell are you doing up here? When you said you needed to go to the bathroom, I had a feeling you might have ended up somewhere like here."

"Gomen, Yagami," Yamato sighed, "I just needed to get some fresh air. I really didn't need to got to bathroom."

"No problem, I guess." Taichi scratched the back of his head, "We might as well go to class now." He raised his wrist to examine his watch, "Homeroom would probably start in fifteen minutes."

"Hai," Yamato replied picking himself up and followed Taichi towards the door, 'Okay, so far, it's good. As long as I can control Mimi's schemes and all this stress, I'll be fine,' Inhale, 'I'll be fine.' Exhale. Yamato closed his eyes repeating the same procedure. He followed Taichi's rambling through out the walk but didn't hear a girl's voice. Yamato's body clashed into her, scattering all the materials that she tried to take out of her bag.

"Ah-ah gomen nasai!" The girl exclaimed trying to cover her short school skirt. After rubbing his aching side, he looked up to see a red head desperately trying to gather all the materials that were once settled on her hand. Yamato blushed seeing her warm-brown eyes move both back and forth while her voice echoed through his thoughts. He saw a pen roll by his side. He took hold of the object and stood up. He reached out a hand towards the girl who reluctantly accepted it. He smiled a bit and gave her pen as she stood up.

"Iie! It was my fault. I-I didn't mean to bump into you. O-or drop your stuff onto the floor-"

"It's okay," She smiled, stopping Yamato's wordiness. "As long as you're not hurt, I'm fine." She paused. The uncomfortable silence between the two continued. She moved her hair behind her ear as Yamato stood still seeing her eyes trail up and down on him. She started, "I'm sorry for asking something weird-"

"Onegei! Don't!"

"-Are you new? Did you just transfer here? I don't mean to pry, but I don't recognize your face."

"Yeah, I just transferred. Today's my first day." Yamato laughed a bit.

She giggled, "Okay. I didn't mean for it to be bad already. Konnichiwa, Takenouchi Sora."

"Ishida Yamato." Sora bowed out of respect and walked away. She made one last wave toward Yamato before she continued to walk the down the hall. Mimi was on the ceiling, watching the scene upside down. She grunted. Knowing Yamato for two days, it is not like him to be really wordy or even stammering. What is going on with Yamato?

"She should have watched where she was going..." Mimi mumbled hovering down next to Yamato. "If she did, she wouldn't have bummed into you. Argh! With all the nerve...she shouldn't have- hey!" Mimi stopped seeing Yamato's face...happy. "Yamato, what's with you? Hello?" Mimi waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Are you there? If you hear me, say Hai!"

Silence.

Mimi's lips pouted while she grunted looking at her friend's strange expression. The school bell rang like its usually heavy tone. Yamato finally snapped hearing its familiar sound. He looked into the nearest classroom to see the clock, "Ku-kuso! I'm late! And I don't even know where I'm supposed to be!" Yamato picked up his school bag and ran down the hall looking for Taichi in the classroom.

Mimi analyzed his expression. Blank eyes, a drooly mouth, no reply, limp expression, that's it! It was finally clear to her. 'Wait a minute!' Mimi paused and reviewed what she had seen, then her "solution". She placed her hands on her cheeks. 'No, it can't be!'

She squealed, "Ya-Yamato has a crush on that girl?!"

Ding-Dong-Ding-Dooong

Dong-Ding-Dong-Diiing

The final bell has rung. Every student of the classroom 2-D has left. Only Yamato was left still staring at the window. He remembered the first thing he had done; fall flat on his face.

"Yagami-kun!" Kotobuki-sensei scolded, "You were supposed to bring the student," he paused to examine his name on the memo, "Ishida Yamato, here before homeroom began! What were you thinking?"

"Gomen nasai, sensei!" Taichi saluted in a goofy fashion, "We sorta got lost."

"Sorta got lost?!" Kotobuki repeated in disbelief, "How can you get lost in this school? You've been attending here since first year! Forget it," Kotobuki realized it was best to end the dispute. After all, he is arguing with Taichi, the most stubborn man on the planet.

Just on cue, Yamato busted through the door and landed flat on his face. "Class, this is Ishida Yamato-" Kotobuki paused to see the boy, "-who is still on the floor. Ishida-san, are you okay?"

'Why didn't I stay home again?' Ishida thought to himself.

Mimi shifted to a visible sight and smiled. She sat on the seat before Yamato and crossed her arms on Yamato's desk. She leaned on her arms and said, "You seem tired, Yamato."

No reply.

Mimi pushed her eyebrows down and repeated what she had said. Yamato just stared at the window. Before Mimi could reply with a rude remark, Yamato stood up to slide that window open. He sat on the ledge with his left leg on the ledge as well. "Why are you always following me?"

Mimi rose up from her comfort. She stared at Yamato with blinking eyes, "You promised me, remember?"

"I really don't understand this 'I promised you' crap." Yamato laughed, "You're just probably saying that just to follow me…" His voiced traveled.

"That's your opinion! You really did promise-"

Mimi's voice was not in Yamato's head. He saw something else that caught his attention. It was a certain redhead he had bumped into earlier. She was walking to the soccer field with a couple of her friends. She wore a soccer uniform of white and green. She just tended to smile. And for some reason, it gave a reason for Yamato to smile himself.

Yamato jumped of the ledge. He dug his hands into his pockets and walked out the door. Mimi stopped speaking and allowed her eyes to follow Yamato's movements. When he went through that door, she scratched her head, "What is he doing now?"

She ran back towards the window and looked outside. It was her. Mimi growled and violently shook her fist.

Yamato approached Sora as he gulped slowly. He wanted to make sure that his movements were exact. He didn't want to make it seem like this was all planned out like it was. He breathed in slowly. His chances of getting the girl was all riding on the approach.

"Ko-konnichiwa, Sora-chan," Yamato said. 'Shit!' He cursed, 'Damn, I stuttered.' Sora turned around to face him along with her friends.

"Who is this guy?" One of her friends whispered to Sora.

"Kawai, ne?" The other giggled.

Sora smiled, "Konnichiwa, Yamato-kun. How's your first day?"

"Go-good," Yamato said casually. 'I did it again!'

"That's good to hear." Sora replied, seeing their exciting conversation. The two friends giggled once more sensing the silence between the two. 'Their flirting,' they exchanged whispers.

"Um…are-are you going to play…soccer?" Yamato tried to continue the dialogue.

"Hai," Sora chuckled, "You play soccer?"

Yamato blinked, "Me? Soccer? Iie, I'm not too good at sports."

Sora chuckled, "Nah, I bet you can play."

"Because he's got a nice body," One giggled. "I think his ass is cuter," The other replied.

"Eh!" Sora exclaimed hearing her friends' remarks, "What the hell are you guys thinking? He could have heard you!"

"'scuse me?" Yamato questioned. Sora hushed herself, silently, before she could come up with a response.

From the classroom that Yamato had left Mimi, Mimi watched as her friend choke up all his regular actions in front of a girl. "Takenouchi Sora," she spat in disgust. This girl has theoretically stolen Yamato's heart. And this fact sickened her. She? She has stolen Yamato's love? The love with she had claimed since the beginning. She wasn't ready to give him up, not without a fight.

"So, you never played soccer before?" Sora asked trying to bring the subject back, "How about playing soccer with us?"

Yamato stood dumbfounded, unknowing how to answer this question, "Um…you see…I-I'm still wearing my uniform." Yamato slightly tugged the collar of his beige uniform blouse. Sora looked down to the school uniform with the colors of green and white.

"Oh, gome-" Sora started.

"Demo-I don't you'll have to worry about that." One of Sora's friends smiled, "I work in the student council. I'm sure I can get a gym uniform for you to use."

"Eh? Ii-Iie! You don't have to worry about it. I just won't play." Yamato replied with his courtesy.

"Nonsense," she grinned, "Don't worry. You'll just have to wash it and return it tomorrow."

Yamato gleamed, "Arigatou."

'So he ditched me to play with her?' Mimi pondered still looking from above, 'I've asked all day for him to play with me. He said he never wanted to play. If that's the way you're going to act, Ishida Yamato, I'm going to get even.'

"Okay, here is the object of the game," Sora explained. Yamato tried to listen intensively, since they were able to get the gym uniform. "Just get the ball from here and to the next on the opposite side. The things standing between you and your victory are the goalie and I. The only thing you can't use is your hands. Easy?"

"Yeah, no sweat," Yamato said, 'I hope.' Sora allowed the soccer ball to roll out of her hands and onto the soft playing field.

Yamato caught a change in Sora and analyzed it. She looked at him with narrowed eyes with a small smirk. One word rolled out of Sora's tongue, "Begin…"

Before Yamato had realized it, she had kicked the ball. All he had felt was a sudden gust of the wind that seemed to push his chest inward. 'What the hell?' He thought to himself feeling the pain, 'Where the hell is she?' After he recovered from the slight blur in his eyes, he searched around himself for Sora.

"Score!"

Yamato turned to see that Sora was already on the other side of the field. She was there jumping up and down, giggling. She smiled to Yamato before she had made the peace sign.

Even though Yamato's manly pride was slightly broken, he was able to smile at her.

"One more time?" Sora cried, before Yamato nodded his head in response. She ran to him with the soccer ball in her arm, laughing. Mimi had been hovering over their heads, slightly un-amused with their fun. 'If fun is what Yamato wants, fun is what he is going to have.'

"Com'on, Sora," Yamato called holding the ball, "I'm going to start."

"You're not supposed to be holding the ball, baka," Sora laughed running over to him. Mimi dived underground with her ghosting abilities. From underground, Mimi's hand grabbed one of Sora's ankles. Unable to pull her foot up, Sora felt onto the ground.

Yamato turned around after he have heard Sora's yell. He saw a familiar hand escaping back into the ground. 'She's not doing what I think she's doing, is she?' Yamato thought to himself slightly confused. He shook the feeling off himself as he ran towards Sora, "That's not a cool move," He laughed extending his hand to her.

Sora couldn't help but smile, "Nice try. But I don't think flattery will get you anywhere." Sora stood up with Yamato's help.

"Come on, guys! Stop flirting and start playing!" Sora's friend yelled half-way across the field. Yamato and Sora noticed that their fingers were still intertwined. They released when they made a small tint of red across their cheeks.

"Ano...why don't we finish the game?" Yamato smiled trying to change the subject as he passed the soccer ball back to Sora.

"Fine," Sora replied taking the ball into her hands and started to bounce the ball on her knees. She had bounced it high. But the ball had not come down. Yamato raised his head to see the ghostly Mimi giggling quietly to herself holding the ball. She continued to giggle as Sora still searched for the missing ball.

Yamato made a slight glare at Mimi who suddenly caught sight of it. Mimi reluctantly released the ball from her hands and allowed the ball to fall back onto the field.

"Sora-chan, I'm going to take a drink of water. I'll be right back." Yamato smiled as Sora nodded in agreement.

"Okay, where are you?" Yamato called in solitary. He crossed his arms as he leaned towards the dark wall of the school. "I know you're here, damnit! Just come out and face me!"

Mimi slowly came into visibility in front of Yamato with her head down.

"I want to see you visibility, today…" Yamato sighed. Mimi fully became visible to his sight as her head lowered in embarrassment. "What were you thinking? Why were you doing all those things to Sora?"

"Yama-"

"Hmm? Why'd you that?" Yamato still questioned in the same tone.

"Eh… because…" Mimi tried to bring herself to say, "I…she…she…she wanted to be with Yamato…"

"Pardon?"

"She wants to be with Yamato," Mimi replied quietly, "Demo…I wanted to be with you."

"What the?"

"You promised me, Yamato."

"Screw that!!" Yamato yelled, enough of her promise-crap, "I don't care what the hell you want from me?! You're just a ghost; a collection of a soul that's only scared to cross over to the other side!! So, who should care about you?! You're just here because you have nothing else to do!! So do us all a favor and leave us alone! Go find someone else to be the lucky bastard that you love to annoy!"

Mimi swallowed hard. She stared at Yamato with blank eyes. She knew that he would be mad of the fact that she ruined their fun, but not like this. She tried to show a straight face, showing him that his words didn't hurt her. But remembering what he had said, Mimi slowly lost her control to fight the tears. Each second that past, a tear had rolled her cold face. Being the ghost that she was, her tears did fall onto the pavement but disintegrated. "F-Fine! I haven't waited for 5 years just to listen to your irritating complaints about your life!" Mimi turned from his glare and jumped from the ground. A gust of wind and dust developed under her jump as she flew over the school building.

"Good riddance." Yamato sighed. A slight shimmer had caught the attention of Yamato's eyes. A small drop had suddenly landed on Yamato's cheek. His hand slowly traced it as he stared at the liquid. His gaze faced upwards towards the portion of the sky Mimi had just left, 'Did she really…? Nah,' Yamato shook his head as he made his way back to the soccer field.

As soon as the scene was once again alone, a student revealed himself from the shadows and faced towards the direction of Mimi. He made a small smile before laughing quietly to himself. "She's still here? I thought she had already crossed over. I guessed I was wrong. Tachawa Mimi, I'll eliminate you, if it's the last thing I do. Let the hunt begin…"

The now red sun slowly descended down onto the earth. Yamato returned to the soccer field to see a bare without Sora or her friends.

"They left already."

Yamato turned around to see his classmate, Taichi smirking with his right arm holding his schoolbag. The sun reflect an orange-red light between the two of them.

"What do you mean?"

"Simple, they left. Sora had to go home before the sun was down. Soon after the other two left." He paused to study Yamato's face, "Why, Ishida-kun, are you trying to woo your way towards Takenouchi-san's heart? (2)"

"Ii-Iie!" Yamato exclaimed in defense trying to hide his blush.

"Hahaha, take it easy. I'm just poking fun, that's all." Taichi laughed, "Are you headin' home now?"

"Might as well." Yamato sighed as he picked up his schoolbag.

"May I walk with ya?" Taichi smiled.

"Sure, why not?" Yamato asked sarcastically, "We might as well bring the whole student body along…"

Walking down the street, Taichi and Yamato had walked side by side for the past two minutes without a words said. Yamato had been staring at the ground while silently playing a game of Kick the Rock, until Taichi broke the silence. "So," Taichi managed to say during their silent walk, "What do you think of Odaiba?"

"It's different compared to my own taste." Yamato replied without even facing Taichi. He, instated, continued to kick the pebble down the street.

"You live here, in the beach-house area?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Nothing," Taichi sighed, "I just live in the apartment building two blocks down."

"Oh, whoopee," Yamato cheered sarcastically.

Taichi shook his head in an I-should've-known kind-of way. He stared at the beach-houses, as they pasted each and every one of them. But Taichi's feet stopped on one that seemed to have caught his sight.

"Hmm?" Yamato stopped, "What's wrong with you?"

"This house, you don't know the story of this house?" Taichi stared at him blankly.

Yamato's stare moved towards a burned out with only five, or maybe less, stalls holding it in place. The house was a fairly faded black with several torn rags being dragged by the wind and held captive by those stalls.

"Well, let's see, a house that seemed to be burned down. So I'm guessing it has to do with a house that burned down?"

"Funny," Taichi scoffed, "Actually, my sister told me the legend. There was a happy family who used to live there before. The way they lived almost seemed perfect. The father was earning a millionaire's pay check. The mother was a happy-go-lucky house mom. And their daughter was a beautiful and talented one. To cut the story short, someone was hired to take their lives. And they did, by burning them alive." Taichi changed his expression on his face, "The murderers just watched them slowly turn into ash with the smell of blood arousing their senses to kill some more. They had heard their cries for help. Instead of letting their guilt take control, they desired to instead listen to their whispered cries as a lullaby."

"Wow," Yamato sighed, "Only now you use such captive imagery?"

"I'm still narrating, shh!" Taichi hushed Yamato, "After they were caught and yaddy-yah, something weird happened. A girl had always appeared whenever someone ever came close to the house; the beach also, nonetheless. I think she approached me once. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her. She had asked if I had remembered her. I told her no and she sounded upset."

Yamato paused remembering what their first encounter was like, "What did she say?"

"Nothing. I guess she just vanished after that."

Yamato walked into his home without even crying out their standard phrase. He walked up stairs to the corridor where his room was located. He dropped his school bag onto his bed without even a word still spoke from his mouth.

Walking towards the sliding door leading to the balcony, he used his left arm to glide the shade away from its natural position. Yamato stared at the now setting sun as the colors of red, orange, and yellow begin to collide.

"She just vanished?" Yamato asked as he raised his brow.

"Well, yeah," Taichi replied as he shrugged, "You know, vanish, poof!"

"Right," Yamato responded sarcastically.

"She started to go crazy, though."

"Meaning?"

"She would always cause trouble for everyone; whether it was scaring tourists to just wanting to have fun. That's when the town started to call exorcists. Everyday, it seems they fought over and over again. Finally, after several weeks, it was thought to finally be over. But I guess she is around because people are saying things again."

'So, she wasn't kidding, wasn't she?' Yamato asked himself.

I haven't waited for 5 years just to listen to your irritating complaints about your life!

'What the hell is she waiting for anyway?' Yamato paused, 'Wow, I just answered my own damn question. Damn, I hate it when it happens,' Yamato looked out the window once more and sighed, "I hate it when I do this too…"

Yamato felt the sun's warmth disappear from his face as the night drew near. After the final glance of today's sun slowly disappear, Yamato saw the cool blue fill the sky. The stars appeared one by one showing its little glow.

Yamato continued to walk along the beach allowing the sand to take some type of hold of his sneakers. Yamato took hold of the hood of his sleeveless green hoodie and rested it above his head. Afterward, he dug his hands inside the joint pocket in the front. He came to an abrupt stop. He lifted his head to see the burnt house he and Taichi had just passed by earlier.

Yamato cleared his throat in front of the house causing a little ghost to pop her head from the roof. Her hair dangled over her shoulds as she released a death-filled glare. Mimi looked at Yamato with slight disgust. She slipped back into hiding. "What do you want?"

"I thought we could, you know, talk?"

"Oh, the great Ishida wants to talk with a worthless-good-for-nothing ghost?" Mimi responded without showing her face.

"If the worthless-good-for-nothing ghost wants to," Yamato tried to smile.

"The ghost doesn't care…" Mimi commented.

Yamato walked inside the house and eyed the left over wooden floor. It still had it's gloss, but worn. He walked further in as the stairs caught his eye. Carefully, Yamato climbed the stairs while avoiding the holes that might end his life. After climbing a few wooden beams, he managed to meet Mimi on the roof. It was metal with a wavy design. Yamato saw Mimi lying down with her arms laid spread out and her face towards the sky.

"Do you mind?" Yamato made a sitting gesture with his hands still inside the pocket.

"If you wish…" Mimi replied still in the same tone and not looking at him. Yamato walked towards her and faced her direction towards the sky. After finding nothing to spectacular, he sat down next to her. Yamato felt the cold atmosphere between them and not because of the feeling of the steel through his pants. "So, this is where you hang out?"

"This is my home," Mimi replied simply, "I thought you knew because I saw you talking to that Yagami character."

"Why didn't you tell me how you died?" Yamato asked with a serious tone in his voice.

Mimi laughed a bit, "You didn't ask. And I didn't want to upset you, you know?" She raised her hand over her face. She titled her head and examined the torn ribbons wrapped around her palm, "I didn't want to make you feel bad because of how I died. I thought to myself...this isn't the way you great old friends, old lovers." Mimi's smile disappeared, "At least, I thought you were." Mimi sat up and braced her knees, "I remember things so clearly. You see, I moved here to this house when I was six years old. My father's work was transferred from Heighten View Terrance to here, Odiba. When I walking along the beach, I met a friend and there's a funny side to it was that-"

"—he used to live in my house—" Yamato laughed lightly.

Mimi nodded, "—He was very fun and was almost like a best friend to me. But like me, his family had to move as well. Yet, before he left, he told me that he liked me. That's when we both confessed our true feelings. We had liked each other and wanted to be together. But it was impossible because of your family. That's when we made a promise." Mimi smiled.

"Promise me," he said taking out his hand and raising his pinky, "We'll wait for one another. No matter what happens, we'll always have each other. There's no lie about it."

I looked at him with slight confusion. But looking into his eyes, I knew that he was actually telling me the truth; that he would wait for me. I raised my pinky and coiled it around his. We raised the joined pinkies up and down while saying this silly rhyme we made up:

We both like each other
So don't even bother
We'll wait until the end of time
For he/she'll be mine
No matter what others say
We'll wait for that one faithful day
If one of us dies,
Today, we must promise something wise
That we'll love no other and the love we have will be missed
All our love, hopes, and dreams is sealed in this pinky twist

"That was the last time I saw him." Mimi released a sigh as a little drop rolled down from her cheek. "Who am I kidding? I'm not even entirely sure if he's coming back." Mimi wiped the drops from her cheek. "Eh? Am I crying?" She looked at the bandage wrapped around her hand, "Are ghost even allowed to cry? Stupid tears!" Mimi started to rub harder. "Why only now? In front of Yamato even? Ha, I'm so hopeless…"

"Mimi…" Yamato tried to comfort her.

"I-I'm not crying. See?" Mimi smiled at Yamato but tried so hard to hold them back. Yamato wasn't buying it though. He approached but Mimi instead responded, "I-I'm not crying! You don't have to do anything." Mimi back away not realizing more of the tears fell. She rubbed her tears once more before Yamato made an embrace around her. "I said I wasn't crying!" Mimi cried, "Stop having sympathy of me! I was the one so stupid to believe him! I was the one who mistaken him for you. It wasn't your fault! So, stop…stop…stop…" Her voice slowly decreased as she fell deeper and deeper into his arms.

"Mimi…" Yamato calmed her with small strokes of her hair. "Don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I did," Yamato stopped. His face lowered to Mimi who just continued to cry, "I caused trouble for the whole city of Odaiba. After I became a ghost, I haunted everyone that passed by my home without him beside them. I expected him to come back after hearing the news of my death. I have waited five years for him to do so. Maybe that's why I confused the two of you. The only thing I remember is that he's blonde. There aren't a lot of blondes except people with dyed hair. And for the past year, there have been some people trying to get rid of me. I'm not so sure why, though. I'm so much of a coward that I have to hide my wounds behind bandages." Mimi chuckled lightly, "Yamato, do you think I'm stupid for waiting?"

"Nah," Yamato replied, "You're not." Mimi made a half smile still in Yamato's embrace. "Mimi? Why don't I help you? If I help you find him, you would be able to cross over, wouldn't you?" Mimi nodded sliently.

"Yamato?" Mimi released herself from his hold. She straightened her posture as Yamato sat with his arms crossed, "I want you to tell him that you just wanted to sit here and see the view of the moon on the water."

"Nani?" With that said, Mimi had fazed away. With only moments later, a great pure white light had passed in Godspeed. "What the hell?!" Yamato exclaimed as he fell back. He glanced to his side to see an arrow, "With a paper talisman? (3)" Yamato cried animé style.

He turned sharply towards the arrow came from. Where the sidewalk railings divided the beach and the sidewalk, a great man stood with another arrow aimed towards Yamato. The man was dressed in a dull gray hooded cloak with a broach holding it together. Yamato stood up to fix his vision on this man. "Are you an accomplice of the demon child?" He asked Yamato with a husky voice.

"Eh? De-demon child?" Yamato repeated, "Ma-matte! (4) Surely, there must be a mistake here! I-I was sitting here just enjoying the view of the moon—" The man raised his eye brow, "—'s…reflection on the water! You know, enjoy the view?" Yamato sweatdropped.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" The man yelled. Yamato remained silent without knowing what to say next. "Tell me!" He yelled once more. Yamato heard the bow stretching and saw a yellow aura develop around him.

"Ano…I tend to get an overactive imagination. And…I don't believe in ghosts?" Yamato shrugged.

The man stared at Yamato's eyes. Yamato didn't know whether the guy was going to believe him or not. But all he knew, he was staring to regret what he himself had promised Mimi.


(1) Um
(2) meaning: Why, Mr. Ishida, are you trying to win your way towards Ms. Takenouchi's heart?
(3) You know, like the one Sailor Mars (from Sailor Moon series) uses…?
(4) Wa-Wait!

What 'cha think, guys? I really have a good feeling of this fic so I decided to continue it. Nya-ha, I don't know if this worth typing up now (sweat). But I'm willing to give it a shot.

This chapter of sappiness came from listening to Air (game-turned-into-anime TV series) OST. It's a sad one. That explains the "overall" mood. Thanks for reading.