A/N: here's the next chapter everyone, I hope you like it.

The following day, Kite hardly even remembered the journal during his strenuous routine until it was evening and he was visiting Hart at the hospital. He dutifully looked around the entire room, especially under the bed, crawling around on his hands and knees to make sure there was nothing new, but he wasn't able to find anything out of the ordinary. Still curious as to how the journal originally appeared in the room, Kite decided it was probably some mistake, that it was meant to go into someone else's room, and had somehow wound up there though coincidence. As there had been no harm caused by the leather-bound volume, Kite saw no reason to continue to worry over it. Kite finished his visit and left his brother, sparing a lingering glance over the room before returning home. Kite continued with his usual routine, though he went to bed a bit earlier than usual, so that he could add a new entry to the journal.

"I might as well fill it out," Kite mused as he sat as his desk. He slowly opened the cover and glanced down at his first entry. Then he turned the yellowed page and gasped. He flipped the page back and forth, not believing what his eyes were seeing. He had been sure the night before that the book had been completely empty. But now the second page was filled with flowing cursive, a stark contrast to Kite's own neat little print. The teen's silver eyes read the entry carefully:

Diary,

Today marks a most remarkable discovery; you. I was walking home when I caught sight of your leather spine poking out from, would you believe it, inside that hole in the big tree in town. I was planning on leaving you in that spot, but the curiosity was too much for me to not at least get a peek inside. But this is the puzzling bit, the first and only entry that was written bears yesterday's date, but claims it is from one hundred years from today! Maybe someone is just confused, or accidentally wrote the wrong year, or is trying to pull a prank. Either way, after reading that first entry, from one 'Kite', I felt as if it was my duty to take you home with me. So I hope Kite is not upset at my claiming of this book, but this oddity was just too good for me to pass up. I hope I can be forgiven, if your original owner is upset by my taking you home... This is all I can write at the moment, however, for I must go to sleep; I have another long day ahead of me tomorrow.

Farewell Diary, until the morrow,

Mizar

Kite stared at the page. He read the curving handwriting a few times, not sure what to make of it. Had someone broken into the house? He hadn't seen anything else out of the ordinary, so why would they break in just to leave this strange message? Or did someone actually write that entry one hundred years ago? Of course that idea was preposterous. There was no way the silly book could go back in time! Either way, Kite's heart was thudding loudly in his rib cage, and his head felt slightly dizzy. He momentarily wished that he wasn't the only person in the large house that night. The teenager swallowed dryly as he attempted to shake off the fear that was beginning to rear in the back of his mind, before carefully picking up his pen. He wanted answers, and it appeared that to get any, he'd have to ask the journal... He hoped.

Kite sighed. "This is ridiculous," he murmured as he began to add an entry on the book's third page:

Dear Journal,

Or should I be writing to this Mizar person? I don't know who you are or how you left that message in this book, but if you're just some creep, stop it now. I'm not afraid of you. Further, I have some questions for you. How did you get into Hart's room in the first place? Obviously you must have to put this book there. So, were you trying to reach Hart, or did you know I'd find it there? Whatever the case, leave my brother out of this! Also, is this all supposed to be a joke? I know you aren't from one hundred years ago, so why put up the act? Is this some perverse game to you? I don't care what your reasons are, just stop this and I won't have to go to the authorities.

Kite

It wasn't the most eloquent or threatening message, but it was all that Kite's wired brain could come up with at the moment. He glared at the journal for a moment or two, before finally closing it. Having the idea to hide it, to prove it was just some punk messing with him, Kite put the book under his bed's mattress. If it was someone breaking into the house, Kite was sure that upon returning from work the next day, his room would be in shambles as a result of the other's search for the journal. Kite nodded approvingly as he climbed under his covers, and slowly fell asleep.

x-x-x-x

Kite was anxious all of the next day. He dared not to open the journal until that evening, but he couldn't stop thinking about it and the mysterious person who had written within its pages. All while he worked that day, his mind would wander and he'd momentarily forget what it was he had been doing. At one point Dr. Faker put his hand lightly on Kite's arm and asked, "Are you alright, Kite? You've been rather out of it today."

A slight blush adorned Kite's cheeks. "I apologize. I didn't mean to lose focus, Father, it won't happen again." But, even with that resolution, Kite still couldn't go very long without his mind slipping back to the leather volume hidden within his bedroom. His father didn't say anything else, but Kite knew that he still noticed it. A few times it looked like he wanted to say something else, but he never did, which Kite was thankful for.

As soon as the work day was up, Kite all but ran out of the lab. He made his way to see Hart, but he only stayed for about half as long as he usually did. He wanted to be with his brother, but that darn journal was calling to Kite, and he couldn't stand it any longer. The moment he got home and had parked his motorcycle in the garage, Kite sprinted to his room, which was as pristine as when he'd left that morning, and pulled the book out from within his mattress. He tore it open and looked at the pages, only to feel surprisingly disappointed to see that nothing new had been added. Kite sank onto his bed. Was he losing it? Why was this book becoming so important to him? "It's just weird," Kite reassured himself. Regardless, Kite brought the journal around with him as he made and ate his dinner. That night, instead of reading as he usually did, Kite turned on the TV to whatever dumb reality show was on, which was something he never did. He tried to pay attention to it, but found that instead he was just staring at the next blank page of the journal. Kite sighed, and was about to admit that he was beginning to go crazy, when the page in front of him started to change. Dull letters seemed to just seep through the parchment as the same flourishing signature was carefully added to the bottom of the entry. As the invisible pen finished writing the foreign name, the ink came into full clarity, still appearing to be damp to the touch, and laid bare for Kite to read.

Dearest Kite,

Hello. I am quite as confused as you are, my friend. Unless, of course, you happen to be the one trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Rest assured that I do not know anyone of the name Hart, and I have no intentions of doing anything to harm him, nor was it me to have placed this diary in his room. I know it is hard to believe that this book is supposedly going between us if we really live one hundred years apart (as I am also still very sceptical of the idea), but I have no proof that you are telling the truth either. Honestly, I find this situation rather strange and somewhat off putting. Though, to me it sounds as if we both just happened upon this book, so maybe it is some form of fate that we should be contacting one another in such a manner? I wish we had answers as to how this could even be possible, but I haven't the foggiest clue. Alas, I feel rude for not having properly introduced myself yet! I am Mizar, an apprentice to the wealthiest man in my small town of Barian Village. I am positive that there is more I could say, but it would be rude for me to not first wait for your reply, not to mention it appears I am out of time this evening anyways.

Sincerely,

Mizar

Slowly reading over each word individually, Kite gulped. Was he talking to a ghost or something? How else would this be happening? Kite wasn't one for believing in the supernatural or anything of that sort, so he was a bit shaken by what seemed to be transpiring.

Kite then wasted no time in turning off the television and going straight to his room, or, more precisely, his desk. He sat down and with a trembling hand he grabbed his favorite pen,turning to a clean page.

Mizar,

Alright, I'm still not sure as to what is going on here, but I've never been one to ignore formalities, so I will grant you that much. My name is Kite Tenjo, and I'm a scientist of sorts. I work in a laboratory with my father, and I have a younger brother named Hart. I am eighteen years old. I as well have no explanation for how or why this can be really occurring, and it's been rather troubling to me. Oh well, I suppose if this were a normal conversation, this is the part where you would tell me a bit more about yourself, so there really is no point in me going on more without allowing you to respond.

Goodnight, I suppose.

Kite

The teen's face grew hot as he signed his name. He still felt like he must have a screw loose or something for him to be acting in such a way, but he told himself that it was a scientific experiment, a search for answers, and thus he must go through with it. Without thinking about it, Kite put the journal back under his mattress and went to bed, drifting off to sleep with his mind now clouded with images of what this Mizar person might look like.

A/N: hope you liked this chapter! reviews, critiques, comments, and requests are, as always, appreciated.