/a.n./ OK, so before I say anything else, I have to say I am so so so sooooo sorry for just dropping this story for so long. The truth is, I just lost all my inspiration to continue it; then today, out of the blue, it came back! I know I said I would update faster last time, and I'm really sorry for not updating again for months. I hope you can forgive me… So here's a new chapter after so long! Enjoy!

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ANNA'S POV

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Chapter 5 – Endless

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The last thing I consciously remembered doing was taking the needles out. Then I had simply laid there on the hospital bed and waited for sleep to come. Apparently more had come along with it. I remembered the clouded sound of a continuous beep coming from somewhere – somewhere close. What an annoying way to end a life. I remembered lights flashing through my blurred vision. People had probably begun to notice something was out of the order.

They were yelling again. Just like they had done before I came back to life the first time. That was all they could do wasn't it? Yell and hope it would jab something in their brains. Idiots. As if they could control my will to live…

Sight and sound had melted together to be one big annoying clump. Why couldn't they just give it a rest?

I remembered the voices fading slowly. Maybe they had given up on yelling; maybe I was losing my hearing. I stared with half unseeing eyes, to a place I thought to be the ceiling. It was white, it made me calm down. If only people would stop leaning over me and disrupting the perfect light.

Sounds completely disappeared, the light started to fade, until everything was black and silent.

I was sure they were still working to bring me back. This time they wouldn't succeed. I wasn't in their hands anymore. I was gone.

Now I stood…well, I didn't know where I was standing. As far as I knew, there was absolutely nothing here. I checked my arm again, just to make sure the puncture marks caused by the needles had really disappeared. The scars were gone, but I could still feel a slight sting in my arm.

I squinted and tried to see beyond the thick mist that surrounded me, but failed. Despite the threat of walking into a random wall at any second, I felt the urge to move. I started to walk, though I had no idea where I was going. There was a pretty good chance I wasn't going anywhere at all; that this road would just go on forever…

I had a purpose for being here, but sadly I wasn't anywhere close to fulfilling it. I needed to find Yoh, but how could I find where he was when I didn't even know where I was? All I could do was keep walking and hope a sign would miraculously pop up in front of my eyes.

As the hours rolled by, I started to feel like my previous prediction had been well placed. This road really didn't look like it had an end. The only improvement was that I was now able to see a patch of blue above me – something I thought to be the sky. I wasn't tired, perhaps the courtesy of already being dead. It was odd to keep walking without the slightest notion of fatigue.

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The mist did eventually thin, though I still couldn't see more than a couple feet ahead of me. The skyline was now more pronounced, and I could see that even though time had obviously passed since I woke up here, the sky was still the same shade it had started out in. Maybe time was irrelevant here, maybe it didn't even exist.

The road beneath me was cobbled. Stones jutted out in awkward angles, and most of the time I found myself simply concentrating on the ground to keep from falling. It wasn't like anything would happen to me if I did, but still, it was sort of a reflex to act cautious.

I gave up after a while and resided to simply sit o the ground and wait for something to happen, since walking around mindlessly didn't seem to do me any good.

It was chilly here – wherever I was now– and my sleeveless black dress wasn't doing me any favors.

Wait…black dress?

I had been in the hospital before I came here… Then how was I wearing my own dress? I touched the fabric tentatively. How hadn't I noticed this before? I checked my head, and found the red bandana was there too, although there was no way I could have had it near me in the hospital.

Well this was interesting… And it also lit a spark.

I crossed my legs and closed my eyes, breathing in the crisp air. I was dead now, so normal rules didn't apply to me anymore, did they?. Maybe I could just will myself to be with Yoh again and the universe would obey.

I concentrated on him; starting off with picturing his face in my mind's eye. His kind, chocolate eyes that always seemed to look through my mask; spiky hair that always carried that pair of orange headphones; and that unmistakable smile of his… Seeing it all unfold in my head as if he was standing right in front of me.

I tried memories next; pulling each moment I could remember back from the past and replaying it. Most of them were memories I would rather bury somewhere deep in the tissues of my brain than bring up again and again. Then there were others… those I never wanted to forget. Ever. I clenched my teeth as I sorted through each and every one with care; lingering on his face with each passing memory.

As if I needed a reminder of what a horrible person I was.

Nearly all our memories together had ended with one of us in tears. His were blatant and clearly displayed on his face; mostly caused from a slap delivered by me, or tripled training…again, by me. Mine had always been hidden; though ironically, by my own hand too. Because of what I did to him. Because he hated me for it.

My attempts to concentrate had been shattered from the first moment I had thought of his face, but I hadn't noticed it. I opened my eyes slowly. For a second there I thought Yoh was standing in front of me, but then realized, to my dismay, that it had only been my imagination. A mocking manifestation of my own mind.

I frowned scornfully. So this place would give me my clothes back, but it wouldn't return me my fiancée? Huh. I guess I was just lucky that way.

I didn't bother getting up, since it obviously didn't do me any good. Instead, I lay down on the ground and stared up at the blue sky, the mist my only companion. The jagged stones should have hurt my back, but I didn't feel a thing. At least not physically…

Desperation and anxiety were beginning to creep up on me, and it was all I could do to try and push them away.

I closed my eyes again, this time for no particular reason.

I wound find him. Somehow.