A/N: Suddenly, a random update appears! It's been what, two or three years? If you are interested in why exactly I am updating all of a sudden, head on over to my LJ for Nabari no Ou. The URL is nyanja14(dot)livejournal(dot)com . In fact, you should head over there anyway, because if you read my fanfic on there you get to see the pretty images I have accompanying it.

People with keen eyes might notice that the colors series went from being 10 parts long to 6. Why? Because it's been so long since I wrote this that I forgot where I was going with the story line. Sorry... a few more updates will be appearing throughout the day, and once I hit 20, these will be up on my livejournal as well.

016: VIOLET (6/6)

Yoite dreamed again, though he did not remember what of upon waking. The only things leftover from the dream was a feeling of deep stillness and an image of Miharu, head bent under the weight of a heavy crown.

Miharu.He needed to see Miharu.

Yoite peeked out from under the covers, squinting at the clock on Yukimi's dresser until the numbers sharpened. It was early, but the bus lines would be starting soon. If he caught the first bus, he could be in Banten by nine.

Yoite pushed himself upright. His arms trembled a little, but all in all he felt much improved compared to yesterday.

He stepped over Yukimi, snoring in a futon, and crept out of the bedroom. Gau was asleep on the couch, so Yoite pushed the creaky closet door open slowly. He fumbled in the darkness until he found a fresh set of clothes, then changed quickly in the bathroom.

He stepped into his shoes and was almost out the door when it occurred to him that he didn't have any bus fare. Yukimi kept some bills and change inside a jar in the kitchen labeled FOR EMERGENCIES. This wasn't exactly an emergency, but Yukimi had never said anything to Yoite about the money he'd lifted from it before, so Yoite figured he didn't mind.

Yoite entered the kitchen, then stopped. Raikou was seated at the table, face buried in his hands. Yoite couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. He hesitated, then edged carefully around the table and dipped his fingers into the jar. He stuffed the money into his coat pocket. He turned around and found Raikou watching him.

Yoite met his stare, body stiff. Raikou unnerved Yoite a little because he found the samurai extremely unpredictable. There was something… unstable about him, and Yoite had learned early in life to steer clear of those types of people.

Finally, Raikou broke the silence.

"Do you have your cellphone?"

Yoite nodded slowly.

"Be careful then."

Yoite nodded again, then brushed the older man. He swept out of the kitchen, out of the apartment, and down the stairwell. He was tempted to run, but his lungs still hitched on every other breath. No matter. Yoite knew Miharu would be there, waiting.