Hey guys, it's Anya! Okay, so I've been really weird with my chapters. I really love this story line, and ideas keep on flowing out of my mind. I was thinking about holding this chapter for like, a few days and then releasing it, but I was too excited about it to hold back. So I think once I stop getting so crazy about this story(which should probably happen by the next chapter or two), I'll do weekly releases on like every Saturday or Sunday or something. I'm not sure.
Any who, I wanted to say this just as a way to clear my guilty conscience. Amu isn't exactly the same person she is in the anime/manga. Due to her life events and such, her personality was warped. Life events tend to change your personality, so that's why Amu may seem different in my fanfiction than she is in the anime. But I'm trying to keep all other personalities 100% the same (Amu's dad's personality was a huge stretch... hehe... .). Ikuto's will be hard, but I'm sure I'll get through it. X3

Chapter Two

"Mama… Ami…" I looked down at their graves. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes. Even after seven years of dealing with their deaths, I had never truly gotten over them. "I hope you two are together in heaven…" I felt the two single tears stream down my face. I never cried. I only allowed myself to spill two tears once a year on April 14th. I crouched down so I was at a similar level with their graves. "I'm still living with Ryuu-san. Things are going well, I guess. I still don't have any friends and I still haven't seen Papa." I said the same thing every year. The words may change around, but the meaning was always the same. "I'm sorry…" My last words were the same every year. I always ended my visit with an apology. I always felt like living was something that I shouldn't be allowed to do.

I took out my handkerchief and patted my face down in the places where the two tears had streamed down my cheeks. I pressed the handkerchief against my closed eyes; I could feel the cloth absorb the extra tears that may have fallen if I hadn't used my handkerchief. I almost never used my handkerchief, but I still had it in my backpack whenever I went to school. Ryuu-san told me often that every young lady should have a handkerchief at all times. I'm not sure why I listened to Ryuu-san when she told me these things, but I always made sure to follow everything that she said.

I left the graveyard without another hesitation. God knows what would happen if I stayed any longer. Besides, it was going to rain very soon. It sprinkled a little during the day, but the true rain was to come. I had to hurry and get to my destination before it truly started to pour. If it was going to pour, then I at least wanted to be at my destination. It would be the perfect day if it rained. Rain was the only thing could ever move my heart.

It did not take long before I was there. It had started to drizzle, so I opened up my umbrella and walked beneath it. When I arrived there, it looked like the scene was completely untouched. Exactly seven years ago, this spot looked exactly the same.

I was here, at the hospital where both the happiest and saddest moments of my life were spent. This was the spot where I met both the first and the last boy I ever "loved." I tried not to hold on to silly things like this, but I feared that if I let go of the bond with my mother and I, my sister and I, and the mysterious boy and I, my entire life would be enshrouded in unhappiness. Humans are made to dream, and my dream was something that I never wanted to achieve. I wanted my dream to remain a dream. My dream was to have my mother, Ami, that mysterious boy, and even my father in my life again. To have the picture perfect life was my dream. However, I knew that this would never come true, so I stuck to dreaming. Even those who let everything go have dreams of what they know they cannot have.

I sat on the bench near the entrance of the hospital on the right-most side. I looked out at the scenery in front of me; it looked exactly the same as it did seven years ago. My heart yearned to go back to that moment; I would do anything. If my mother and Ami had not died… if only they were alive right now maybe my life would be different.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I flipped it open; there was an e-mail from Ryuu-san. Despite Ryuu-san's age, she was pretty up-to-date on technology. She also liked to send e-mails instead of calling me. Ryuu-san said that if there is a convenient and easy way to do things then we should obviously use them, that being the only reason I even had a cell phone.

"I'll be home late tonight, be sure to leave the key under the mat."

Ryuu-san was always busy; therefore she came home late often. We only had one key, and he put it underneath the doormat. When I came home I would unlock the door and take the key inside with me, then I would put it back underneath the mat when I left. However, when Ryuu-san came home late, I would leave the key underneath the doormat and she would take it in and then put it out in the morning.

I stared back out at the rain. I felt a large connection between me now and me from the past as I sat there and looked out at the rain, except there was one huge difference between now and the past. Okay, I suppose that there were three large differences. The first difference was that I was older and wiser than I was back then. The second difference was that back then I had a family, and now all I had was Ryuu-san. The third difference, well…

"What's wrong with you?" My heart almost skipped a beat as I heard this inquiry. I looked to my right and sure enough, a man about eighteen years old was standing there with his left elbow resting on the back of the bench. He had navy blue hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. He was wearing a tan trench coat and a pair of blue jeans and on his feet were a pair of black sneakers. He looked extremely cool.

I blinked. No way could this be real, my mind was playing tricks on me. I refused to believe that the same exact person from the past was standing there, reenacting the scene from seven years ago. However, despite my disbelief I played along. "It's raining." I looked up at him as I spoke.

He chuckled at me, "Really, is that it?"

"I hate rain." I spoke the same line as before, except my voice was filled with sorrow. The illusion was so realistic that it was unbelievable. I looked away from him just as I did before.

He sighed, saying, "Kids these days…"

I looked back up at him just the way I did when I was little, except my expression was probably a lot different from before. "You're a kid, too."

"I'm eighteen," He stated. "I'm way less of a kid than you are."

"So you're five years older than me, big whoop…" My eyes were starting to feel heavy, and my nose was tingling as I spoke.

Just like before, he leaned down so that he was only inches away from my face. He had a seductive look in his eyes –much more seductive than before—and he looked into my eyes. "So you really hate rain, eh?"

I felt a light blush come to my cheeks. It was not as heavy as seven years ago, but it was still there. "O-of course…" I tried not to let my voice break. "Rain is icky…"

A mischievous smile, the same one as before, spread across his face. His left arm shot down and grabbed my hand. He ran, dragging me along behind him. He ran until we were exposed to the rain. Our hair, clothes, and even our socks were becoming all wet and disgruntled from the pouring water.

"Rain is a part of nature. You have to enjoy it." He spoke the same words as before, except this time they sounded like they were a lot calmer and philosophical.

I stood there looking down at the ground. I knew what was supposed to happen next. I just could not bring myself to play it out. My heart feared that if the same thing happened, I would experience the pain all over again. My mother and Ami dying, my father breaking down, and going to the same hospital where my mother died for treatments, I never wanted to experience that again.

"This is the part where you cry, and I take you back under the overhang." He told me.

My heart knew that this wasn't real. No matter the person, no one would ever remember something this insignificant from seven years ago. I was surprised that I even remembered this, for I wanted to let go of it so badly.

I forced the words to come out. Each word came out shakier than the last, "So… is it okay? Is it okay to not hold it back anymore?" No matter how many times I told myself no, no matter how many times I told myself that that it was not okay, I still wanted reassurance from someone else. I knew that someone else would tell me yes, and that it was okay. Yet for some reason, that was the last thing I wanted to ask, but it was the first thing my heart wanted to know.

He looked confused at my question, but he seemed to have somewhat of an understanding of what I was asking. "Yeah, it's okay."

I looked over at him; he was still holding my hand. Images in my mind continuously flashed back and forth between the man standing in front of me now and the little boy who made me so happy seven years ago. The resemblance was so close; I knew that this was a dream. Since it was a dream, I realized that yes, it was okay.

Right before my tears spilled, I threw my arms around him. The moment that he was tight in my grasp I let it out, the tears that had piled up for seven years. He was about a head taller than me, so my face was pressed against his chest. I didn't mind, I buried my face into his chest and cried as hard as I could. For I knew that when I woke up, I would not be allowed to cry again, because the answer would be no, it's not okay.

He stroked the back of my head reassuringly and patted my back. I was crying like a complete baby. I was wailing and hot tears refused to stop pouring. People walking in and out of the hospital stopped to stare, but none of them stayed longer than a few seconds. I could feel their eyes burning in to me, but I didn't care. For I know this was a dream, and I knew that I would wake up soon.