A/N: hey everyone, hope you like this chapter. enjoy!

And thus Kite's autonomous days shifted slightly. His routine of work, visiting Hart, and then returning home was the same, but now he made sure to go to bed slightly earlier than before, to allow time to look at the mystical journal, and write to Mizar. It was sort of like having a pen-pal, just instead of another place, this person came from another time, supposedly. Kite had learned a lot about Mizar in the past few weeks that they'd been in contact. Apparently, Barian Village where Mizar, also eighteen years old it turned out, lived in was the foundation of today's Heartland City. Kite had at one point tried to dig up the history of Barian Village, so see if maybe he could find anything out about Mizar, but he only ran into dead ends. All Kite could find was that the town didn't have very many people, and that they lived a quaint life. Through the letters they shared in the journal, however, Kite learned that Mizar's master was not only the wealthiest man to live in the town, but also the cruelest out of all of them. Kite wanted to know more about what exactly Mizar was apprenticing to do, but the other boy seemingly didn't like to talk about it, so Kite didn't pry. He spent a lot of his messages to Mizar writing about his father and brother. It seemed to make Mizar happy to be able to read about them, so Kite freely shared whatever nice things he could. Kite admittedly remained pretty secretive about his own work and private life, but Mizar also never questioned it. The two seemed to have a natural understanding of the other's boundaries, and thus respected them when it came to their curiosity in one another. But Kite couldn't have been happier with how things seemed to be going for him and Mizar. It had been a while since Kite had had a true friend, and he'd forgotten how nice it actually was. It brightened his day to know that after going through the motions of laboring away in the lab and worrying at Hart's side, he had a friend waiting for him. Being able to open up to an outsider was surprisingly comforting. Though, Kite didn't dare to breathe a word of the journal or their letters to his father, or anyone for that matter. He didn't want others to try and look at the journal. Kite was very possessive about it and thought that maybe he'd somehow lose Mizar if he shared their secret volume of letters with someone else. He wanted to preserve the secrecy and intimacy of their relationship.

It was shortly after those first couple of weeks when Mizar sent the first letter that made Kite even more obsessed with keeping the book hidden. It was plain to see that the boys connected deeply to each other, and Mizar wasted no time in hiding how he felt about Kite.

Hello Kite,

My dearest friend, there is something somewhat... personal that I wish to discuss with you. I understand that we do not really know each other very well, but I think you are the best thing in my life, and I just cannot get you out of my head. Day in and day out I find myself thinking about you, clinging to every word that you have written me. I do not want to upset or anger you, but I must confess that I do not think what I feel for you is solely friendship. I am not quite sure how to describe what it is that I feel, and though I hesitate to call it love, it is something I assume to be akin to that. I guess it is a yearning of sorts. I know that we are both male, and that maybe I disgust you due to my preferences, but I hope that this letter will not deter you from still being my friend. Of course I am assuming you also consider me a friend, but maybe even that is a ludicrous idea... Blast, it is time for light's out. Goodnight my dearest Kite, I hope that you can find it within you to not hate me.

Sincerely yours,

Mizar

Kite had been a bit surprised at the sudden declaration, but he was also relieved. Deep down, the little information he knew about Mizar was enough for him to have a small crush on the other writer of the journal. He was glad that it wasn't a one-sided feeling stemming from seemingly small interaction. Mizar was so special, and he made Kite happier than anyone else ever had. Even though their letters were relatively short, and could only be sent one at a time, they had become a very important part of Kite's otherwise lonely life. So, with a big grin on his face, Kite wrote in return:

Oh Mizar,

I could never hate you. You are my best friend, as well as the object of my affections. You being a male does nothing but make me want you more, seeing as that is the way of my sexual desires. I just wish there was some way that you and I could meet in person. I want to see you. I want to be able to touch you. I want you, Mizar, and I don't see how these pages will ever be enough. I love you...

Kite

Barely believing that he'd written it himself, Kite just buried his face into his hands. It was so embarrassing, but also the complete truth. Kite was never bothered by his homosexuality, but it was essentially a secret, as he never talked about dating or anything of the sorts to anyone. Somehow, though, Kite felt completely comfortable opening up to Mizar and revealing all of the different sides of himself. And of course he was thrilled that Mizar understood and felt the same way he did.

Kite put away the journal and laid on his bed, a sudden wave of emotion washing over the usually collected teenager. The excitement he'd just felt at having his feelings reciprocated was replaced by tears forcing their way from Kite's steely eyes. The teen covered his face with his arm, the pain of the words he'd written fully sinking in. They had just flowed with his pen earlier, but reflecting on them made them sting Kite's heart that much more. He couldn't meet Mizar. He couldn't see Mizar. He could never touch the boy who lingered in every corner of his mind. Kite was in love with someone from one hundred years ago, a strange fact that they'd both come to accept long ago. A hard lump formed in Kite's throat as he continued to lay on the bed. Mizar was eighteen in his present, but that meant that in Kite's present he was... "He's dead," Kite whispered through the hiccups that were now accompanying the streaming tears. Morbid thoughts then took form in a dark part of Kite's mind. How did Mizar die? Did Mizar fall in love with someone else? What had happened to him? The tears began to fall harder as it hit Kite all that he could never know about Mizar. How could he? He hadn't been able to find any information from the time of Barian Village, and for all Kite knew, the journal would run out of pages and then that would be it for the two of them. Kite would sign his last message and forever say goodbye to the one person that he felt love for (aside from the love for his family). With tears slowly drying on his flushed cheeks, Kite eventually fell asleep.

x-x-x-x

It took much less time than Kite would have thought for the journal to fill up. At the beginning they only used the one side of pages, and started on a new one for each letter. Quickly, however, they were cramming small handwriting on every available line of every side of every page, continuing right where the other had left off. The chaos of it all would have been near impossible for anyone else to interpret had they tried. It only required a couple of months for the two teens to fill up the once empty journal. Both had voiced their concerns about what was to happen next, when there was no more room for writing, but no solution was in sight. Kite had offered to try to make a time-machine, but both knew that it wouldn't feasibly be possible, and it was yet another dream that lacked fruition.

So, with only half of the back of the last page available, both boys agreed to write to each other at the same time on their last night. They started early enough in the evening that they wouldn't have to go to bed while they wrote back and forth to each other. It wasn't the fastest way, but as the current one writing signed his name, the message would slowly leak onto the page for the other to be able to read. The teens wanted to be as close to each other as possible as their "fling" came to an end. As they both wrote, tears from the two boys damped the page, causing their pens' ink to run.

I don't want to lose you.

Mizar

I know. I just wish there was something either of us could do.

Kite

This entire situation does not seem fair, in my opinion.
Mizar

What exactly do you mean?
Kite

Why would Fate allow us to have each other in such a way? Why do I love someone I know I cannot have? It does not seem fair that we were given such little time...

Mizar

Oh Mizar, you do have me. My heart only belongs to you. I know what you're saying, but I'm also just so thankful that we had any time at all. Fate at least gave us a way to bridge the hundred years. This book has been one of the best things to have fallen into my hands. Without it, I doubt that I'd ever have found love.

Kite

I admire your optimism.

Mizar

I never was like this before, you know...

Kite

Before what?

Mizar

Kite stared at the small space left on the page. He had to consider his words carefully, to make sure he could say what he needed to say before the end. There was such little space left, and his hand was starting to cramp at having to cram in such small lettering, not that that would stop him. A smile curved the corner of his lips as he decided how he wanted to respond.

You.

Kite

New tears immediately leaked through the page; Mizar's tears. Kite felt himself shaking slightly as he picked up the book, and pressed a kiss into the last available corner of the damp page. He wasn't sure if Mizar would find it in him to fill that last bit, or if it was going to be up to him. Kite didn't want it to end. The past few months had all been like one of those happy dreams that used to be the only things that kept him going, and now he really didn't want to wake up and forget this one.

With more desperation, Kite kissed the page again. He didn't know if Mizar could see the action on his side, but he had a feeling that the other would know nonetheless. As he fervently pressed into the yellowed parchment, he jumped slightly when he felt the book kissing him back. It took a moment to realize that, no, it was Mizar who was pressing into his lips. Tears continued to gush from Kite's eyes as he touched his love for the first time. Eventually he pulled away and laid his hand on that blank space, hoping Mizar would do the same.

He wasn't disappointed.

After a moment, there was a light pressure pushing back at Kite's hand. It was hard to distinguish the touch, but Kite was aware of the fingers that brushed along his own, slowly running up and down the blank part of the page. It was amazing to be able to feel anything at all, but still, Kite wanted nothing more than to reach into the paper and pull Mizar through, into his arms. At the thought, the teen's eyes widened. Could he do that? He felt the kiss through the paper, as well as the flitting touch, so maybe there was more to this journal than just a passage for words. Closing his eyes, Kite pressed his hand into the page as hard as he could, trying to drive his hand through the paper as well as one hundred years of history. "Please, please, please!" Kite whispered under his breath. This had to work. It just had to. Kite didn't want to face the loneliness again, and if this didn't work, he'd be left worse off than he'd ever been. Now he knew what love felt like, and he was terrified to lose that.

Suddenly, as he continued to force his hand into the book, things felt like they were moving in slow motion. One moment, Kite's hand was pressing into the journal with bruising force, and then the next, there was nothing. Eyes still closed, it felt to Kite like his hand was reaching into empty air. His fingers slightly twitched into the new space. A hushed gasp disturbed the silence that pounded in Kite's ears. A few agonizing moments crept by, his fingers going numb, before a soft and warm hand was in Kite's. Long fingers curled around Kite's wrist slowly, brushing their tips across the top of his hand on their way. Then, when he knew the other hand was wrapped tightly around him, Kite pulled his arm away from the journal with all of his strength. He tugged and tugged, desperately trying to get the other person through. It took tremendous strength and what felt like hours, but eventually Kite's hand jerked back from the journal with such force that he tumbled from his desk chair and onto his bedroom floor. Head spinning, grey eyes shot open and Kite bolted upright the moment he hit the ground. The teen whipped his head around the room, eyes frantically searching.

And there, sitting on Kite's desk, was a shocked looking blond boy. He looked to be Kite's age, though a bit shorter and with a less muscular build. His face was slightly round, giving him an innocent appearance, like that of a child. His cheeks had some strange markings on them, though in the dim light Kite couldn't tell if they were scars or something that was put there on purpose, like a type of face paint. The boy was holding a fancy type of pen in his right hand, and he was dressed in what appeared to be his pajamas. His lilac eyes were wide as they looked down at Kite. A tense moment of silence passed between the teens as they stared at each other. Finally, the teen atop the desk opened his mouth to take a deep breath and ask in a shuddering voice, "Kite?" It came out as barely above a whispered, but it was heard clearly in the dead still room.

Hearing the other boy broke the spell of silence that had somehow been cast on Kite. He nodded absently for a moment before asking the question that was burning within his lungs. "Mizar?" he questioned, with caution laced in his voice.

The blond teen on the desk wiped at his eyes, which Kite hadn't noticed were filled with tears. "Yes," he answered quietly. That's when things went from slow motion to speeding by in a fast blur. Mizar jumped from the desk and onto Kite, who was still on the ground staring dumbfoundedly. "Oh my god," he cried as he wrapped thin arms around Kite, pulling him into a tight hug.

Kite instantly returned the embrace. He buried his face into the soft blond locks in front of him, breathing in deeply through his nose, trying to memorize the sweet smell. His hands gripped Mizar's back, holding onto him as if to prevent him from disappearing as fast as he had appeared. "How?" Kite asked almost inaudibly, the surreal moment still reeling in his brain as he tried to piece together what was going on. Mizar was in his room. Kite was seeing him, hearing him, feeling him. There was no way that it was possible, yet it was happening regardless.

Mizar pulled himself even tighter against Kite. "I do not know," he offered after a moment. His voice was soft and blew a gentle breeze against the shell of Kite's ear. He seemed content running his small hands all over any available surface that they could find on the taller boy. His touch was also gentle and feathery like his voice, though Kite noted it was Mizar's control that kept him like that, and that should he need to he could probably be rather powerful. Kite couldn't help but admire the beautiful delicacy of this strength.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, Kite pulled back from the long blond hair, and he hungrily looked at the other's face. He was still trying to wrap his head around exactly who was currently sitting on his lap, or more of the how he was sitting on his lap. Kite couldn't believe the other was real, and in his very own arms at that moment. He stared at Mizar's face a moment, before suddenly leaning in and capturing the other's pale lips. He kissed with as much strength as he could muster. Kite let his hands travel up to tangle in the boy's silky hair, and felt the other do the same to him. Mizar and Kite kissed for a long time, not needing words to express everything that they were feeling in that moment. They had already shared so many words, and it was finally the time for them to communicate with other means.

When the two did pull apart, both panting slightly, Kite was the first to speak. "Will you be able to go home?" he asked quietly. He loved Mizar so much, but the other was from a completely different world, how could he expect him to just give all of that up? Kite was scared and confused and still unclear as to what he should expect to happen next. What if Mizar just disappeared, along with the journal? What if this really was a dream?

Mizar smiled at Kite, a few new tears forming in his eyes. He was quiet for a beat before answering with a shy smile, "I am home."

Laughing, Kite hugged Mizar as tight as he could, with no hint of ever letting go. "Alright," he muttered against the shorter boy's neck. He placed a few fluttery kisses against the pale skin, loving the taste and the softness. Without another word, Kite scooped Mizar into his arms and stood up. He laid the teen onto his bed, smoothing his long strands of hair. Kite then proceeded to carefully crawl over him, and into his own spot on the bed. Kite propped himself up on an elbow and let his eyes gaze all over Mizar's body. The other teen had positioned himself similarly, and Kite could feel the periwinkle eyes traversing his own body. "You're beautiful," Kite said quietly, a soft light glowing in his eyes. He still had so many questions and concerns, but he was quickly realizing that there were no answers in store for him. Kite tried to just accept the miracle that had just unfolded.

Blushing slightly at the compliment he'd gotten, Mizar scooched closer to Kite and began to slowly trail his fingers over Kite's body. "Will it be okay if I stay for a while?" he suddenly asked, nervousness edging its way into his voice.

Kite only nodded and pulled his boyfriend even closer. Kissing the top of the other's head, Kite said, "Just stay with me." He knew his father wouldn't care, and even if he did oppose, there was no way that Kite could let Mizar go. He'd finally gotten him where he wanted him, and nothing was going to tear him away now. Hearing Mizar's peaceful sigh, Kite allowed himself to close his eyes, and drift off to sleep. It had been such an eventful night, but now things were calm and peaceful and right. A comforting sleep washed into the room, lulling both boys into a happy slumber.

And as he felt his breathing even out and mind slip into unconsciousness, together with his destined soulmate pressed against his chest, Kite felt confident that he'd remember every good dream he had that night.

A/N: whew, there you go! this is the third chapter that I'd originally had, but I am entertaining the idea of maybe one more, maybe an epilogue of sorts? don't hesitate to request more though! reviews, critiques, comments, and requests are obviously welcomed and appreciated! thanks for reading