Konnichiwa, Minna-san! This is the last of the tri-chapter ark XD

I know that the last two chapters (13 & 14) were hard to read for some people if they don't like horror. I apologize to those whom this applies to and thank you for keeping on reading!

Now, the gore is over. No horror or deaths or insane OCs in this chapter XP

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE FANCONCEPT OF THIS FANFICTION.

-x-X-x-

悲しみの向こうへ: 第三

(Kanashimi no Moukou He: dai-san)

'Another Song'

If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow,

Then I won't even fear the lonely slumber anymore.

-x-X-x-

''Miyuki...''

She walked past me, and I could feel disappointment building in my chest. I shook it off to turn around and observed the girl's frame. Was this another one of Miyuki's 'conscious'? I saw Natsume walking up to me, her arms crossed while 'Miyuki' walked halted a few feet in front, her back towards us.

What are you two doing here?

I blinked when I heard the raven-haired girl in front of me ask that question, her voice echoed slightly. Natsume answered, her eyes showing boredom and indiffernce. 'To give Miyuki a good old fashion wake up call. I'm sure that you won't mind showing us the next memory so that we can continue on our little joy-ride.'

My eyes were wide when I noticed that Natsume's mouth wasn't moving. The other scoffed. Miyuki will be beyond pissed at you, Natsume. Green eyes blinked before laughing at that.

'Do you honestly think that would stop me?'

'Miyuki' looked at us over her shoulder, and she smirked at my flabbergasted expression. Looks like her Prince Charming will be coming to the rescue. I opened my mouth to speak, but she looked ahead and began to sing. When her voice rang through the darkness around us I lost mine.

Kanashimi no Moukou e to tadoritsukeru nara,
(If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow,)

I had to suppress my blush as she slowly walked over to Arakaki's laughing form, her eyes calm and soft, like her voice. Her hands went through the insane woman who soon disappeared into thin air.

Watashi wa mou kore ijiou nani mo kanjinakute ii.
(then I'd rather not feel anything beyond this anymore.)

'Miyuki' turned around and faced the corpse of Higurashi Ayano with sad eyes. She stepped towards her before trailing her hands softly down 'her' mother's face, making me frown deeply.

Zetsubou no mukou e to kimi wa kaeru no ka?
(Will you return to the other side of despair?)

Black-gloved hands brushed the mother's bangs. After caressing the ebony lock lovingly, Miyuki retreated her hand, and my eyes widened when Higurashi's form wavered until it became nothing but nothingness.

Shijou no ai yukyuu no hoo ni kegarenaki mi wo yudane.
(The utmost love entrusts its emblemished body to the eternal sail.)

She raised her voice as the darkness spread in a faster paste, consuming everything in sight. The torture cell was fading to black. Slowly, her legs took her over to the child Miyuki.

Kanashimi no moukou e to tadoritsukeru nara,
(If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow,)

She crouched down, looking at her sobbing form before wrapping her arms around her. 'Miyuki' rested her cheek on the child's head, closing her eyes. I opened my mouth to protest, remembering what happened when Miyuki's conscious got near her past. Just when I took a step forward, Natsume held her arm out, blocking my path.

''Calm down. This one isn't a suicidal thought of Miyuki.'' Was all she said before bring her arm back down and crossing both.

Watashi wa mou osorenai kodoku na nemuri sae...
(Then I won't even fear the lonely slumber anymore...)

Soon she started to disappear, and I reached a hand out for her, my pulse racing. The image of her fading was... hard to watch and painful. Eventhough I knew that it wasn't her... I still... ''Miyuki!'' She turned to look at me with a warm smile, a smile Miyuki always gave me.

She's waiting for you, Toushirou.

Everything flashed with blinding light, and I had to shield my eyes. After I noticed that the light had faded, I brought my arm down to look around me with astonishment. We were in a room with many adolencents sitting on a desk, rowed up in the room. At the front was Miyuki with an older woman. If I remembered correctly, I was in what the living called a classroom.

The female uniform consisted of a black jacket and a... I blushed. A black mini skirt... which was ridiculously short! Humans have no decency! And the fact that her black socks were up so high wasn't really helping!

''...Oi, Chichou, you're blushing. Like a red shinigami-lightbulb,'' Natsume said with a flat look. I whipped my head over to glare at her.

''One more word and you won't have working limbs anymore.'' I felt like I was retorting to Matsumoto. I furrowed my brows at that thought. That was definitely one of the last things that I needed.

''This is Higurashi Miyuki. She'll be our new student starting today.'' I looked ahead to see that the older woman was making the introduction; and on the blackboard was Miyuki's name written in Kanji: 日暮 美雪, 'Higurashi Miyuki.' She smiled wryly before bowing.

''Y-Yoroshiku onegashimas,'' she said. I raised my eyebrows. This was the first time I have ever heard Miyuki stutter in shyness. Soon whispers were heard throughout the whole room.

''She's short! Like a shogakusei! Is she in the right school?''

''Look at her, she's fishbelly pale! Does she ever go outside? Hahaha! I bet she's a... what do the yankees call them again? Ah yeah! 'Goth'!''

''Woah! Kawaii ne! Goth Loli!'' My eyebrow twitched at that.

''Isn't it odd for us to have a new student right now all of a sudden?''

''Hmpf. She's not bad looking, but she better not let that go over her head! If she thinks she can beat me, she's WRONG!''

''What's with the gloves? Isn't that against school policy?''

''Weeeiird...''

My attention was interrupted by Natsume, who let out a deep, long sigh. ''Finally. The torturing's over. I was starting to get sick of it... You got off pretty lucky, considering that there were more horrific things for you to see.'' My eyes widened at her sadistic smirk, something I hadn't seen since Natsume and I left for Miyuki's inner self. I cringed at that; the memory of Miyuki's breakdown flooding into my mind again. But before I could say anything she continued. ''After she was saved by the government, she received therapy there. Two years later, they stationed her in a school in Karakura to resocialize. But... Miyuki wasn't easily accepted by the crowd.'' I turned to face her, frowning in confusion.

''Why is that?'' I asked. It really made no sense to me; Miyuki was always so out-going - she even managed to get Soifon to like her. Natsume shrugged.

''Miyuki was a stutter-doll; no good first impressions. She was pretty; the girls didn't like her. She was physically frail, not being able to participate in sports or swimming; she was seen as weak. Short; great target. Absolutely hopeless in domestics; she blew the kitchen up everytime she had home economy. The list goes on and on and on...'' she said, sighing. ''Either that girl excelled or she completely blew it; there is nothing in between. So it ranged from jealously to pure degrading.'' She furrowed her brows as she looked ahead, making me turn around to see what she was looking at. The background had changed again and Miyuki was on the ground, her obento box was scattered on the floor ahead of her, as well as her books. Three girls laughed at her, and she looked up, looking at them through her glasses. The fact that I never knew Miyuki wore glasses were irrelavant to me at the moment.

I frowned at the sight before me. Again, even in a situation like this, I could do nothing. Absolutely nothing.

''Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you drop your crap! It was your lunch I wanted to knock over - but since you're unable to make food there is no 'lunch' to knock over!'' one girl said, laughing. I suppressed the urge to sneer at her when Miyuki gulped as she stood up.

''P-Please, don't do something like that. I-I don't want any t-trouble...'' Another girl turned to look at her with a leer.

''Don't get cocky, bitch.'' Miyuki flinched when she felt the two other girls grab her by the arm each. Eventhough she struggled, she couldn't break free. I glared at those wenches.

''Still as weak and useless as ever, are we, bookworm-geek-chan?'' the girl in front asked, smirking. ''I always found it strange that you always have those gloves of yours on, so I decided to find out.'' I gritted my teeth when she grabbed Miyuki's hand, amethyst eyes grew wide.

''Stop it! Please let go!'' I frowned when Miyuki's protests were ignored with a grin by that girl, her olive green eyes shining with glee. But it soon her expression morphed to horror when she slipped her gloves of, making me wince. The girls eyes peeled open when she had a look of her fingers; stripped of it's nails. The pink flesh and mangled tips made the girl squeak, surprised as she immidietly released her hands.

''God's Teeth!'' she exclaimed, taking a few steps back. She then pointed an accusing finger at Miyuki, who was on her knees because she was pushed down when the two other girls jumped away. ''W-What kind of freak are you?!'' Miyuki looked up at them and I furrowed my brows when I saw her scared, panicked eyes.

''Please... Give me my g-gloves back,'' Miyuki said meekly, and the girl just smirked, showing contempt. I grit my teeth.

''You'd like that, wouldn't you?'' she asked, waving the fabric in front of her in a mocking manner. ''Try and get it, ya freak!'' I cringed when I saw Miyuki pulling her hands close to her chest, in attempts to shield them from everyone's view. A crowd started to form around the girls and I intensified my glare.

''D-Don't do this, please! It's extremely childish and unecessary!''

''What was that?! You dare to lecture me?!'' Olive eyes flashed with anger before she pulled her arm back- about to hit Miyuki. I instinctively took a step forward, and Natsume's hand shot up to my shoulder, reminding me again that this was nothing other than a mere memory.

...But it still made me want to bend the shinigami rules a bit and give that girl a good piece of my mind.

I glared fiercely at the hand which was flying towards Miyuki's face, which made the black-haired girl flinch before closing her eyes. I gasped when I saw that the girl's hand was held in place by a larger one; a male. He looked down at her with an angry expression, and the girl's mouth was agape.

''Just what do you think you're doing?!'' he asked with a loud voice. He seemed to be a student, judging from his uniform. Dark blue, short hair, and hazel eyes.

...I didn't like him.

''K-Koga-kun!'' The girl's face instantly became red, and I had to suppress the urge to scowl. Don't tell me, he was the 'hottest guy of the school'? I shook my head to rid it of memories from the acadamy, which just thinking about made me shudder. Miyuki looked up at him with shock written on her face, then her eyes trailed over to a group standing behind him; a blond and gray-haired female. The males were a pair of twins. Brown hair and brown eyes.

The four glared at the three girls, and whispers were heard among the audience.

''Isn't that the school band?''

''Kyaa! Koga-kun is so cool!'' I scowled at that statement when I heard another squeal like that.

''I sense jealously~'' Natsume sang, clouded with taunt. My eyebrows twitched.

''Urusei!''

But I did owe him my thanks... in some way.

--

After the whole scenario, the group had taken Miyuki up to the roof with them, where Miyuki was in a similar situation as she often was with Matsumoto - affixiated.

''She's so cute! Can we keep her? Oh please, oh please, oh please say yes!'' the blonde girl begged as she hugged Miyuki close to her. I could only chuckle as I looked at Miyuki squirming in the blonde's grip. The gray-haired girl walked over to the two with crossed arms as she shook her head.

''Sakiko, put the girl down or she won't live to 'be kept' if this goes on,'' she said obviously. The bubbly girl sighed before releasing Miyuki, who was soon gasping for air.

''Ah, arigato gozaimasu...'' she said and earned another squeal from the girl before she launched herself to grab Miyuki into her grasp again.

''Kawaaiii~!''

''Ahh!''

Well, this seemed familiar.

''You're Higurashi Miyuki from class 1-2, ne? I'm Hamada Sakiko!'' she said, releasing Miyuki once more and Miyuki filled her lungs with gasps. The gray-haired girl sighed, painfully annoyed by her friend's behavior, but seemed to be used to it at the same time.

''Oonishi Keiko,'' she said with crossed arms. The two identical twins jumped out dramaticly.

''And we are-!'' They did some poses which only made me arch an eyebrow, thinking what the hell was wrong with them. ''-Koichi and Koji Mori!'' And judging from Miyuki's expression, she was asking herself exactly the same question. Oonishi shook her head. A grimace automatically crossed my face when I saw that guy walking over to Miyuki with a confident smile.

''I'm Koga Masaru, the one who sits right next to you in music class.'' A wordless growl escaped my throat as I glared at him. Miyuki blinked for a moment, awfully calm, considering the situation she was in. First she was saved by a bunch of strangers and then she was dragged up the roof with them. If this was normal for humans, then I needed to re-study human behaviour.

''Su-Sumi masen, but I don't remember you at all,'' she said apologeticly with a frown before Koga gave out a sigh of dread, making his friends laugh at him. Even I had to allow a small upturn of the corner of my lips. He flashed them all a glare, his eyes twitching slightly, but he didn't say anything.

''She's about the only girl who doesn't know you, isn't she, Koga?'' Oonishi asked with an amused smirk. Koga cleared his throat and regained his composure, making me unconsciously grin.

''The main point is!'' he said, changing the subject, ''You're now an official member of the band! Regardless of what you want!'' Miyuki blinked, and I didn't like the forcefulness he was using on Miyuki one bit.

''...E-Excuse me?'' Miyuki asked, her eyes flying wide open. ''Surely you j-jest?'' she asked, perplexed. But she was only replied with a smirk.

''From sitting next to you in music class, I deducted that you sing well. Our band needs a female lead vocal next to me, so everything's settled!''

''B-But I- That's- But-!''

''I hope we will work well together from now on!''

I blinked.

The first thing I was going to do when I get back was get my hands on some human sociality books and study them.

--

Miyuki let a long sigh of despair escape her lips after she swallowed the bite of her odango. She looked ahead with a weary expression on her face, because on one side sat Oonishi and on the other Hamada, silently eating their food.

''...Do you two plan on following me everywhere?'' Miyuki asked timidly, making me wrinkle my nose - I still wasn't used to hearing Miyuki with that shy tone.

''We need to make sure that you go to band-practice after school,'' Oonishi said simply, Hamada nodding in agreement. Miyuki took a deep breath before she let it out as a sigh.

''But I'm honestly not interested.'' The other two stayed unfazed. The silver-haired sighed before putting her obento on the floor next to her, looking over to Miyuki with her amber eyes.

''Do you know why Koga is so persistant for you to be a part of this group?'' she asked, that question perked my interest. ''Higurashi, you're chestized every single day at school - because you're unpopular. That is bugging him a great deal.'' She crossed her arms to look at her in a professional manner, her spikey hair bouncing as she tilted her head to one side. I scowled when she mentioned that, an unfamiliar, bitter feeling rising inside me. ''Because you have a good voice, he's using that as an excuse to bring you into the band, so that you won't have to face treatment like that anymore.'' The scowl just deepened as I crossed my arms.

Miyuki blinked at Oonishi before scoffing. Surprise became apparent on my face when I saw the Miyuki I knew showing in those amethyst orbs for a moment. ''Isn't this a very calculative way of saying things, Oonishi-san?'' Miyuki asked, smirking. ''Whatever happened to 'it doesn't matter what the others say, its a test of character' story?'' I smiled slightly, feeling a wave of euphoria at hearing the spark in her voice. Oonishi returned the look.

''It still exists, we're just helping you to reduce the factor,'' she said. ''You should do it; besides, I think Masaru's interested in you.''

Natsume rubbed her arms, looking over at me with a grin. ''Brrr... Okay, Chichou, I know you're angry, but would you mind not making the surrounding temperature below zero?'' I blinked when I turned over to give her a flustered glare.

''I'm not angry!''

''The temperature, Chichou, rise the temperature for Christ's sake.''

I muttered curses under my breath, still angitated. Strangely what that girl, Oonishi, just said really annoyed me to no end. I kept thinking about it but I couldn't find the answer to that question. Dammit.

Miyuki laughed nervously, furrowing her brows in an awkward line. ''T-That is a funny j-joke.'' Oonishi smirked, amusement glittering in her abnormal coloured eyes.

''Then why don't you join and see for yourself if it's a joke or not? Besides, not like you have anything to lose, right?'' she asked. Miyuki glanced at her for a moment before sighing.

''If you insist...'' Hamada wrapped her arms around Miyuki in a death-grip, squealing.

''Yay! Miyuki-chan is now one of us!''

Miyuki just sighed, long, deep and dreaded, making me grin. She opened an eye to peek at Oonishi. ''Are either of you in love with Koga-san?'' I widened my eyes at Miyuki's question, and so did the gray-haired girl.

''No, why?'' she asked, arching a brow. Hamada also blinked, seemingly confused. Miyuki shook her head, waving her off under the tight hold of Hamada.

''Iie, betsuni. (It's nothing)''

Soon realization dawned on me; she was thinking about the incident with Arakaki, Ito and Kobayashi.

--

The black-haired girl was standing on a stage, looking down at the four audiences, who were sitting on chairs. As I glanced at Miyuki it was obvious to me that she was nervous, fumbling with her glasses in her hands.

''I'm going home afterall...'' she said, turning around, only to be held back by Hamada, who somehow managed to sprint up there within a few seconds.

''You can't do that, Miyuki-chan! You must face your fear!'' she said encouragingly, and Miyuki gave her a flat look.

''B-But...! Hamada-san, isn't that a phrase used in every movie nowadays? T-That won't help!''

''Will you two quit making such a show and get on with it already!?'' The two Moris asked in an union, annoyance and boredom obvious in their voices. ''You may look cute, Miyuki-chan, but you need to work on that attitude of yours! The shy-girl only works for a certain amount of time!'' Miyuki frowned before blushing, obviously embarrassed.

''Sumi masen!''

I let out a small, amused scoff at Miyuki's look.

The black-haired girl sighed as she looked down at the small audience again. She held a hand over the microphone before speaking.

''I s-should just sing a song?''

''That's right,'' said Koga with a grin. Miyuki's eyebrow twitched as she gulped. ''Take one that you wrote; you said that you enjoyed lyricy, right?'' I narrowed my eyes in annoyance when he said that; it was something about her which he knew and I didn't. Amethyst eyes gave him a flat look, albeit with some alarm.

''But you didn't say anything about that earlier on! I can't-!''

''You can and you will. Now, if you'll be so kind...'' he said, gesturing for her to start. Miyuki let another sigh escape her lips as she closed her eyes. After a moment of silence, she tilted her head back up and removed her hand from the microphone.

I could feel my pulse racing as she opened her mouth.

''Kanashimi no mukou e to tadoritsukeru nara,''
(If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow,)

I gasped when I realized that this was the song Miyuki's conscious always sang to guide us to another memory.

''Watashi wa mou iranai yo nukumori mo ashita mo.''
(Then I don't need warmth or tomorrow anymore.)

Eventhough I was blushing, I frowned, it was exactly the same song. The same, depressing song...

Miyuki stopped fumbling, and held a somewhat down-casted expression on her face.

''Seijaku no yami ni maiorite yume wa...
(The dream that landed in the darkness of silence...)

Who...? Tsukanoma koboreta oou no hikari,''
(Who...? Is the light that briefly spilled on my cheeks,)

Her eyes saddened. And I could very imagine why. This was a song for her time in Wahrheit, wasn't it...?

Though I would never admit it... I did find her voice...

My blushed deepened and I shook my head, shaking that thought out of my mind.

''Why...? Morosugita sekai todomeru sube wo shirazu ni...
(Why...? Without knowing the method to stop an all-too-fragile world...)

This was Miyuki's story of a little, happy girl who was thrown in the flaming pits of hell.

Tada watashi wa negatteta, sou, boukyaku wo.''
(I was simply wishing, that's right, for oblivion.)

Soon she furrowed her brows, and I remembered that this was the line where her conscious tried to kill her past - this was the line that meant most to her. It was also the line that scared me the most.

''Kanashimi no mukou e to tadoritsukeru nara...
(If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow...)

Watashi wa mou kore ijou nani mo kanjinakute ii.''
(The I'd rather not feel anything beyond this anymore.)

She softened her eyes, making them distant and unfocused - a blush instantly rised to my cheeks, too fast for me to hinder as I gazed at her expression.

''Why...? Kurikaesu kotoba tsuieta yakusaku wa,''
(Why...? The repeating words, the collapsed promise,)

I gave into the urge of closing my eyes and allowing myself to drawn in her voice, my heart fluttering in my chest.

''Hitokiwa utsukishiku hibiki, ima, togireta.
(Echoed conspicuiously and beautifully, and now, severed)

Zetsubou no mukou e to kimi wa kaeru no ka?''
(Will you return to the other side of despair?)

Her gloved hand clasped over her chest; where her heart was.

''Shijou no ai yukyuu no hoo ni kegarenaki mi wo yudane.
(The utmost love entrusts its emblemished body to the eternal sail.)

Kanashimi no mukou e to tadoritsukeru nara,''
(If I can make my way to the other side of sorrow,)

She closed her eyes as her shoulders slumped.

''Watashi wa mou osorenai kodoku na nemuri sae...''
(Then I won't even fear the lonely slumber anymore...)

She sighed when she finished, and there was a brief silence. Miyuki gulped before looking away, blushing in embarrassment. Before I knew it I was staring in awe, but was brought back to my senses by Natsume's snickering. I scowled at her when she gave me a suggestive smirk.

''That was wonderful, Miyuki-chan!'' Hamada said, wiping tears from eyes and Oonishi shaking her head next to the exaggerating blonde. She crossed her arms before looking up.

''I have absolutely no objections with her being the female lead,'' she said obviously, scowling when the two twins peeked over each her shoulder, both having unreadable expressions on their faces.

''Me!'' one said, ''Likey!'' said the other. I didn't know which was Koichi Mori or Koji Mori, since they were too similar to tell apart properly. They turned to look at Koga, who had his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. He shrugged, still in his chair. I arched a brow at him.

''Your voice? It's great, nothing to complain about,'' he said, waving it off as a trivial matter, ''Your attitude and song, however; CRAP!'' Miyuki blinked in surprise before she raised her eyebrows. He stood from his chair and walked up the stairs to the stage. His arms never uncrossed as he walked over to her.

''Sure, it's good to sing sad songs once in a while, but you're going WAY overboard with that, dudette,'' he said as he looked down at her with raised eyebrows. I blinked when I realized that he had the same opinion as me in this.

Miyuki frowned. ''I-I'm affraid that I don't agree with that.'' He shrugged again, making it obvious that he didn't care.

''Too bad, because you're a part of my band now, so you will do as I say.'' He smirked. ''And I say to stop singing as if you were suicidal! I want livelier songs!'' His pushiness was making a distinct pulse run through my head again.

The black-haired girl looked up at him as if he were a moron. ''...Are you sure that you're okay?'' He laughed at her question.

''Just by looking at you, it's obvious that you're sad, depressed,'' he said, his smile never wavering. ''But sitting there, thinking about it and feeling bad for yourself won't help. I'm not asking you to forget, just don't live off it.'' Miyuki's eyes grew wide and she arched a brow. After a few seconds she opened her mouth to speak.

''...And you think singing happy songs will make me feel better?'' she asked, dumbfounded. He patted her head, making her narrow her eyes. My since recently-tight fists were shaking. Now he was touching her?!

''Absolutely!''

''Cheezy! Masaru, man, how can you stoop so low, trying to hit on a girl?'' one of the Mori's asked, the other continued. ''Where have you lost your manliness!?''

I could feel the urge wanting to run that guy through with Hyourinmaru rise in an alarming rate. Natsume sneezed, then turned to glare at me.

''What the hell?! Aint 'cha suppose to be a prodigy or somethin' like that?! Control yer reiatsu for PETE'S SAKE! Yer jealousy 'll freeze me to death!''

My attention was caughed when it was if the memories had ended as being a 'film', we now only saw a few scenes which I couldn't make out properly, since the background was too bright for my liking. Though I could tell that it was Miyuki with some other people, where they were all smiling. I gasped when I heard Miyuki's voice, echoing around me.

They were right, another song... was really what I needed.

It was because of them I could move on. They taught me how to make friends... though much more importantly how to be a friend.

But I... I left them without even telling my condition. I never said goodbye.

I widened my eyes when her voice became depressed. Natsume's voice made me jerk my head to look at her. ''Looks like we finally made it to the end of the line.'' I narrowed my eyes as I turned to face the direction Natsume was looking at; right in the light, a small figure with long, black hair was faintly visable. Behind all the flashes of memories.

But... it doesn't matter...

Okaa-san and Otou-san... They want me dead... too, ne?

I widened my eyes in horror when I saw the memory of Miyuki's parents impaling her with their lances flash by and I cringed. I could feel guilt rising from the pit of my stomach, hatred following.

Maybe... I should fulfill their wish this one time...

''Oh GOD, give me a BREAK!'' Natsume said, rolling her eyes before she shook her head. ''Well, this girl's now an official moron. For Christ sake, will she quit being such an angsty wimp?!'' she muttered herself as she clapped her hands, completely ignoring how shaken I was by hearing Miyuki's words. She smacked her palms against the barrier carelessly and it shattered, the shards fading to thin air.

''What will we—?'' she cut me off.

''We will be doing nothing. You now have to do what I brought you here for,'' she said, facing me with stern eyes. ''All the memories you had to witness was just for you to get deep enough into her heart so that we could find Miyuki...'' her voice trailed off as she turned to look at the said girl. She was facing us with her back, her hair and dress waving slightly. ''Now you're here...'' her eyes zoomed into my teal ones. ''To bring her back.''

I narrowed my eyes, unfazed by her testing gaze. Without saying a word, I turned around and walked towards the light, towards Miyuki.

''I wouldn't have it any other way.''

-Owari-

...And that concludes the 'Kanashimi No Mukou He' Ark! I know that it's obvious to the lot of you but I always wanted to say this once: Now it's the time of truth! I know I was mean to make it as if Miyuki would appear in this chapter, but I'm eviiiil~

The last time Hitsugaya saw Miyuki was in chapter 9. But the last time he actually had a conversation with her was in chapter 8. So, thank you for those who have patience up until chapter 16!

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