"Come on, don't be scared!"

"I'm not! Do I look sc-scared?"

"I'd believe you if you'd just open your eyes and enjoy the view."

"MY EYES ARE OPEN!"

"Well, at least let go of my arm? You're cutting off my blood circulation." Ok, that was a total lie. I actually enjoyed Aria gripping onto me. She released me and decided to grab the metal bar instead. Aw. I watched her as her blue eyes (which she probably inherited from her Dad) opened a litle bit. Then they grew wide, shut tight, and she hugged my arm again.

"Nngh.." she murmured. If only I knew about this cute little fear of hers sooner...

I led her towards some seats. "Alright, alright, we'll sit down instead."

"Thanks, Rider..."

When we sat down, she let go immediately and looked towards her brother (who was also sitting, playing some kind of game with Emily) rather than me or through the glass. "Curse James." she said.

"Hey. It's not nice to insult your brother."

"Fine. So what do you wanna do? We'll be in here for a while."

"I don't know." I looked over to Zenna and Kasumi. They were getting along well, having a lively conversation with each other. "Why are you so scared of heights?"

Aria tensed up. "IT'S A NATURAL FEAR!" This caught me by surprise. I almost fell off my seat. "S-sorry..." she said as she helped me up. Then we reseated ourselves.

"Alright...point taken. Anything else you're afraid of?"

"AND WHY THE HECK WOULD I TELL YOU?" she yelled, turning towards me, her face red. I turned red, too. Oh, great. Why did she have to be so bloody cute? Then we were silent for a bit.

"...guns. I'm afraid of guns. Muskets, to be exact."

"Why?" I asked, as she turned away, shaking her head. "Come on, you can tell me." She shook her head again. I sighed. "Fine. I'll go look at the view."

I started away, but then stopped dead in my tracks as Aria pulled me back by the edge of my shirt.

"Us?"

"No, you baka, I was talking about Rider, Emily, James, and Aria."

"Oh! That's a good idea..."

"Imagine the costumes we can put them in..."

We both giggled, and Kasumi turned her head to face the spectacular view of London.

Riding so high up in the London Eye was great! I glanced around to see how everyone else was doing. James was playing around with Emily, as usual. Aria was yelling at Rider, her eyes clamped shut. Kasumi and I had just ended a whole talk about them. Ah, couplings.

Rider and Aria, Emily and James. They fit so perfectly~! It's like a fairy tale! I wonder when my prince will come meet me? I heard from one of my sister's friends, what her mother was told by an astronomer. The words played in my head as clear as the glass Rider was trying to coax my sister into looking through.

"Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella weren't perfect in the beginning. They were all missing something. Therefore, anyone with flaws can become the main character of their own story."

Yes, it's true, I'm usually ditzy and bubbly, but I can be a true romantic at times.

I wonder if I can ever be someone like those princesses I hear about. Is it really possible?

I think our fairy tale is starting right here. Right now. So far, the 'audience' has found two princesses and two knights in shining armor. So wherever Kasumi and I fit in, we were gonna find it. I swear.

I stared out at the overlook of the city. I wouldn't be able to forget this. Even if I tried really hard.

A crack through the air broke my romantic spell.

"...Alright, I'll tell you." I said, trying to keep Rider from leaving my side. It worked. He sat back down.

"Then go ahead."

"...A long time ago, when I was a little kid, my Dad told me about the Revolutionary War."

I saw Rider look a bit taken aback. I guess his Dad told him about this.

"He said that near the end, your Dad had been left alone, with no army, while my Dad was facing him, with his best soldiers behind him. He said that he told your Dad, 'I'm no longer a child, and I'm definitely not your little brother anymore. Consider me independant!'. Then, your Dad..." I gulped. I could already feel the tears piling up.

"Keep going." Rider spoke gently. He nudged my hand.

"...Your Dad tried to go at my Dad. He used the bayonet on his musket to send my Dad's gun flying. Then he aimed at my Dad's throat, with both the bayonet and where a bullet was supposed to come out. My Dad's soldiers took aim at your Dad, and they got prepared to pull their triggers. Then, he said that your Dad dropped his gun, and said 'Why can't I shoot you? I want to shoot you!' and my Dad replied. '...I remember...you were so great... "

"...And?"

"And that's it. My Dad wouldn't tell me anything else. He showed m the musket, which had a scratch on it. Then he told me to go find something to do and went back to cleaning his storage room."

"That's why you're so afraid?" I nodded.

"I'm afraid. What if something like that happens again? If we're turned against each other...what would I do?" He made me look at him, and wiped the tear that had rolled down my cheek.

"...Let me show you something." He put his hands over my eyes. He stood me up and led me off around the glass oval.

"What are you doing?"

"Open your eyes." I did, only to find a bird's-eye view of -what else- London. I tried to turn around, but Rider was holding my arms tight, so I couldn't move.

"If you close your eyes, I will make Kasumi put another costume on you."

Oh, great. He has the upper hand. I decided to work up the courage to stare down at the city...

And welcomed a breathtaking view. It was beautiful. I could see everything.

"...Thanks, Rider." A loud crack interrupted our moment. I broke free of Rider's grasp and faced James and Emily. James had a red mark on his face, in a shape completely obvious.

I looked at Rider. He, too, was staring at the scene. Then, we met eyes, and at once, we burst into laughter. After a small fit, I looked back at the pair. A little girl, rather, a FAMILIAR little girl was also laughing. I stared at this little girl. Around age 11. Japanese. Holding a familiar bag with a small keychain strap with the words 'Hirasawa Yui' in Japanese, wearing familiar Harajuku-style clothing.

"K-kira? Kira Honda?" I cried out. The little girl looked at me and replied.

"Ah, Aria-nee!"