I apologize for the late updating of this story. I tried to make the chapter long then normal due to the delay. Chapter three might take a while to update as well... It's not that I've hit a wall or anything of the sort, but I'm taking on another (one-shot) project between this chapter and the next with the assistance of Fiyerna. So hopefully when I update that, you'll all forgive me for writing slowly.

Enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter Two

"Souji-chan! Hurry up, we're going to be late to dinner." Souji glanced up, nodding briefly as his mother gestured at him from the other side of the street to hurry up. He increased his pace, breaking into a soft sprint as the neon crossing sign began to flash, indicating pedestrians to cross immediately or wait until the next light change. A soft clink of metal on concrete caused his footsteps to cease, looking around for the source of the noise.

The wind picked up and a cold breeze blew over Souji's bare wrist, causing the teen to frown. Huh? Why…? He glanced down, eyes widening slightly as he stared at the patch of skin that appeared paler then the rest, taking the shape of a small wrist watch. He glanced up and called out, asking for his parents to wait as he turned around, spotting the sparkling silver digital watch in the middle of the crosswalk. He heard his mother scoff, but his father's voice called out, telling him to hurry.

His parents had never understood why he'd kept the watch for so long, refusing any offers when a better one was presented to him. The screen had several scratches on it and the glowing digital numbers had once faded completely before he allowed himself to take of the watch and change the batteries. His mother had tried to sway him from the old accessory, claiming that he'd be able to get one 'more useful', but time and time again he pushed the offers away. The watch was precious to him, something that could never be replaced. A gesture someone special, a simplistic yet vastly unique Christmas gift from the girl who meant the world to him, who he vowed to love for the rest of his human life and longer. It was the only connection he had left with her since he watched her standing at the corner of the train station as he was quickly pulled further and further away from the only home he'd ever truly had.

He bent down, scooping the watch into his hand, cradling it carefully as he examined it for further damage.

"Souji-chan!" He looked up, stopping his mother with her arms crossed, gesturing again for m to move, an annoyed look crossing her face as she began to tap her foot against the pavement, earning an uneasy look from her husband.

Souji winced and began to straighten himself, freezing as he heard the loud squeal of tires against pavement. His vision darted to the side, unable to move as the startling noise caused his muscles to lock. A car had run the red light, swerving erratically as it barreled toward him, the driver inside wildly spinning the steering wheel as he made gestures through the glass for Souji to move… but they both knew it was too late. He had no more than a split second, not nearly enough time for him to move to safety. His mother screamed in the background as he tightened his grip on the watch, a single, broken word escaping his lips, unable to finish the words he wanted to say in time.

"Naoto—"

Lights flashed before him as his vision was filled by a fiberglass bumper. White hot blinding agony filled him as a sense of weightlessness took over, eliminating the sounds and noises of the world around him, leaving him only with pain. The sensation only lasted a few seconds as he was thrown back into the world, slamming against the ground once, twice and finally a third time, skidding across the rough pavement, coming to a halt as he crashed into the still wheels of a car that had only just managed to stop in time.

He couldn't feel half the limbs in his body, the others screaming and throbbing with intense pain. His vision blurred as he felt something wet and sticky slide down his face and into his eyes. The sounds of horrified screams and cries came to him slowly, as if through water as his brain barely registered the sounds around him. He tried to speak—to call for help—just to scream in pain, but something blocked his thought as he felt his body shudder violently and a substance that felt the same as that of the one on his face came out in a violent spurt from his mouth, his throat closing as he tried to take the brief moment of gasping air to make noise again. He couldn't breathe. He coughed again, feeling his body shake again, sending another wave of pain throughout his body, completely taking over.

His head throbbed painfully as what remained of his vision faded, a veil of darkness covering his eyes as he felt his senses slowly dulling. Maybe… I could just rest for a few minutes. Just a small nap… everything would feel better if I just… Darkness swallowed him as the sounds of the world around him faded away. The throbbing pain that coursed through his body slowly began to fade, each throb less agonizing then the first until nothing but a dull numbest was left and finally…nothing.

The next time Souji came to, he knew something was different. His entire body felt completely weightless… painless. He turned his head to the left and right, frowning. Complete nothingness. No matter how he turned his head, nothing but pitch black greeted him. His hands slowly felt around—at least what he believed to be—the ground. It was solid, yet completely intangible. He pushed off the ground, finding it much easier to stand up than he thought, as if an outwardly force had lifted him up without touching him at all.

"Where…?" The question died as Souji's own voice barely registered itself in his mind, instantly swallowed up by the surrounding area. His head moved to and fro helplessly as he tried to figure out where he was. He looked down, but he couldn't see so much as his own chest. His hand raised itself in front of his eyes, and he knew it was there, he could sense it, but his vision remained completely blank. His hand fell back to his side as he tried to remember what had happened, how he'd gotten there.

"...Mom? Dad?" He called out as loud as he could, but his voice was swallowed once more, only sounding as a dull echo in his ears, like a whisper against cotton blocked canals. "Naoto…? Anybody? Hello? Is anyone—"

His words were cut off once more as a flash of pain shot through his body, causing him to stumble forward, landing on one knee as he grasped his head in pain, gritting his teeth. The pain faded and was replaced by confusion as he slowly moved his hand across his face, another short gasp escaping his lips as he felt soft fabric wrapped tightly around his head and face. The fabric wrapped around his head, covering his forehead completely, moving down over his eyes and to the bridge of his nose.

"So that's why I can't…" He tugged at the bandages, but they wouldn't move. No matter how he tried to claw at them, they didn't so much as loosen their tight binding around his head. His arms fell to his sides with a sigh as he tried to take another step forward, shocked at the sudden change of his body. His left leg suddenly felt stiff, unable to bend as it normally should as a heavy weight suddenly added itself from the elbow down on his left arm, causing him to tip sideways slightly at the weight imbalance.

"What…?"

And then he remembered. The car, the insufferable pain that faded just as quickly as it had come.

"Naoto?" He called out, his voice carrying a thin veil of fear. A shiver ran down his spine as his body began to tremble in fear, the area suddenly much colder than it had before. He couldn't see, he could barely hear and half his limbs felt like stones. He was scared. He needed to get away from this place—wherever it was—and get back home. Where were his parents? His friends? And Naoto… he needed to see her. He needed to—

"Hey, are you still here, Naoto? Man, I don't know any other way to put it. You look terrible. You should really get some sleep, you know… He'd have my head if he knew I was letting you neglect your heath worrying about him like this. He wouldn't want it… Besides, you know he'll pull through. He's way too stubborn to let a few broken bones and bruises stop him. He's our leader."

"Y-Yosuke!?" Souji wheeled around, cursing as he remember that the bandages were over his eyes, rendering his vision useless. He strained his ears, trying to find the direction that the voices were coming from, but the familiar voices of his friends came from all sides as they echoed loudly in his ears.

"You have to believe in him, Naoto-kun! He's gonna be just fine… I know he will! Don't you remember everything he's done before? If he could lead us through the TV world and battle all those Shadows every time, this will be a total cinch! Don't forget, he pulled through for us in the fight with Izanami too, remember? He trained with me too after school, so I know he's not going to let this finish him off!"

"Chie?" Souji turned around once more, growling in frustration. He stopped moving, sighing softly as he rubbed his bandaged forehead. He needed to calm down before he ended up making his situation worse. All he could do now was trust the voices he was hearing. They were his friends… and they'd never lead him astray before.

"Souji-kun is the strongest of all of us. You have to believe he'll come back… He promised he'd come back to us, just before he got on the train, he promised! He promised he'd come back to you! He won't leave everything he cares about behind… Not when she's sitting right next to him… Rise-san, can you hand me that blanket? She's finally fallen asleep… She'll wake up again in an hour or so but…"

"Yukiko... What's going on? Who's finally asleep? Naoto? Why isn't she sleeping? Why can't I see? Why…argh…" He fell silent as he waited, listening for the next voice, praying that it might become clearer than the last.

"S-Senpai… He…he'll be alright, Naoto-kun! He's not going to give up and he's not going to leave you alone! Yukiko was right, he promised, didn't he? I mean… he's so tough! He wore a dress in front of the entire school with such a straight face! And… I mean… You're his world. He couldn't ever let you go. He knows you'd never forgive him if he did! Didn't you see his face when he was leaving? We were all talking to him, but his eyes never left you… He's coming back!"

"Rise…"

"Listen to 'em, kid. You've been sitting here for weeks waiting for Senpai to come back, and he knows you don't just up and leave him stranded. A man can't just leave a woman waitin' for him like this… and Senpai's probably the manliest of all of us. Even Yosuke-senpai looks like a girl compared to him and—don't give me that look, Yosuke-senpai, you know as well as I do it's the damn truth. Anyway… as long as you're around, he'll go through hell and high water to get back to you. So you can't give up on him either, or else! Got it!? I'll drag both your sorry asses back here and beat some sense into you."

"Even Kanji…" Souji smiled faintly as he heard the familiar 'tough-guy' threats of his friend. Everyone knew he'd never pull through with them—at least not when it came to hurting his friends—but the gesture was still flattering. "Everyone is—"

"I know how you feel, Naoto-kun… But big bro has always been there for us when we needed him most, so now it's our turn to be there for him! He knows we're waiting for him, he knows we wouldn't ever abandon him, not when he needs us most. You gotta believe in him, just like he believes in you! He loves you! That's why he went back for the watch in the first place… You're more important than anyone to him… He wouldn't go somewhere if it meant he couldn't come back to you again!"

"Nanako…" Souji sniffed, "Everyone… They're all waiting for me."

The silverette turned slowly as he felt a change in his surroundings. The area around him remained blank to his own eyes, yet he could sense dense atmosphere growing lighter.

"Naoto…" His voice was soft, almost desperate as he reached out in front of him, hoping that his hand would come into contact with something useful. "I…I need to go back. Naoto—she's waiting for me. But how do I…?"

"S-Senpai… wake up… Come back. There are people waiting for you, people who love you. They're scared, all of them. They—I can't lose you."

"Naoto..." Souji gulped, a tight feeling rising in his throat as he felt a burning sensation behind the bandages from tears that couldn't fall.

"Senpai—Souji-kun, I love you… wake up."

Souji's first clenched as he bowed his head, gritting his teeth in frustration. Why? Why can't I do anything? For so long… Everyone has counted on me… They're all waiting for me to come back. Naoto is waiting for me… and I can't do anything-! I… His thoughts stopped abruptly as he felt a tingling sensation up his arm.

Instinctively, he ran a hand along his wrist, blinking as he felt something warm against his hand. A smooth surface attached to a soft band that, even in blindness, he'd know the familiar shape and feel of the object anywhere. The watch… it's the watch she gave me…

Something warm was slowly spreading through his body as he stood there, taking in the calming feeling that he wasn't completely along in the dark abyss. And then, in that comforting, healing warmth, he sensed it. He knew what he needed to do, where he needed to go.

"Naoto…" He turned, sprinting as fast as he could in a seemingly random direction. The heavy weights on his arms and legs didn't matter anymore, he couldn't feel them. He pushed himself forward faster, oxygen and fatigue didn't matter to him. His muscles could collapse on him… as long as he could make it to where he was going.

"Naoto!" He cried louder, the warmth emitted from his wrist providing him reassurance that he was going in the right direction. His pace didn't waver, continuing to move forward as fast as he could, until he felt a sudden throbbing in his wrist. A warning.

"Wha-?" Souji reached out, jumping as his hand came in contact with something soft. "What on…?" He ran his fingers long the soft fabric of the flat surface in front of him, trying to figure out what the soft object was. His hand continued to move upward until it came in contact with something fluffy and soft. This is…a pillow? Definitely, there's no mistaking it. A pillow… but then…

Souji ran his hand back down the object, eyebrows knitting together as he realized what it was, but unable to come up with a reason as to why it was there. A bed…? But why would… No. It's not a normal bed… it's a…. hospital bed? Am I in a hospital? I can't be, a nurse would have stopped me from wondering around by now and everyone wouldn't have been speaking as if I weren't here. Then… is this my way back?


The watch on his wrist began to emit the gentle warmth again, as if to answer his silent question. It beeped softly as he carefully lifted himself up onto the bed, one inch at a time to keep himself from missing that which he couldn't see and sending himself tumbling off the side.

"Now what—huh?"

The beeping grew steadily faster and louder as Souji laid himself down, resting his head on the soft pillows. His hand slid down the mattress as he tried to position himself, nearly falling off the bed in shock when his hand came in contact with something solid. He ran his hand over it, a soft smile falling on his face as he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, knowing immediately what he was holding. The shape, the smooth feeling, the soft texture… He'd held the hand so many times, even without sight or knowledge that the person was there; he'd never forget the feeling of that hand in his own.

A painful shock of what felt like electricity ran up and down his arm, shooting throughout his body, causing him to gasp in pain. The almost non-existent hand slowly began to form into something more solid, something warm, the feeling of another's flesh against his.

Fatigue suddenly washed over Souji, clouding his focus almost immediately. The warm aura from the watch was easing out steadily, reassuring him that what he was doing was right. He shut his eyes—or assumed that he had—behind the bandages, allowing the wave of exhaustion to pull him under. The heavy weighted feeling returned to his arm and leg as his body slowly went numb.

He opened his mouth to speak, but something was stuck inside his throat, causing him to choke as he tried to flex his vocal cords. He tried again, only to get the same result. He need to call out, to speak, to tell someone, anyone, that he was coming back. To let Naoto and his friends know that he was safe. He tried once again, only able to manage a small croaked whisper.

"Naoh…toh…"

Frustration coursed through him as he struggled against the feeling in his throat, growling softly in annoyance when no words would come out properly. Using the last of his strength, he tightened his grip on the slender hand in his own, trying to let the person know that he was alright—that he was coming home.

"Nao… I…" I'm here… I'm coming home, Naoto… Please don't be sad anymore.

Ikeda slowly made her way down the hallway, reading the contents of a clip-board in her hand as she talked in hushed tones to a nurse walking beside her, pointing to a sheet of paper every few seconds as she explained something.

"Thank you for assisting me this morning with Seta-san, my normal partner is home sick today. She should be back in a few days and you'll be back on your normal shift in no time."

"It's no trouble," the other nurse replied with a small smile, "I'm happy to help. Is this his room?"

"Ah, yes. The door, could you—thank you." Ikeda nodded as she entered the room, sighing softly when she saw Naoto at the bed's side once more. "Shirogane-san…" She glanced up, blinking as the other nurse gave her a questioning look.

"That's right, you don't know—the girl beside the bed is Naoto Shirogane, Seta-san's girl—lover."

"Naoto Shiro—isn't that the name of the detective prince?"

Ikeda nodded as she walked over to the bed, not bothering to glance at the machines around Souji's bed as she looked around for the spare blanket she'd been using to cover Naoto when she went in for rounds. She spotted it on the floor, halfway under the bed and swooped down, scooping it up into her arms.

"She tends to fall silent if anyone brings the title up… and I can't blame her. I imagine right now nothing else is important to her. She's even been neglecting herself and if it weren't for that fact that I knew it would completely break her mentally to be away from him, I've have forced her to check into the hospital herself a week ago. As it is… the only thing keeping her from letting herself fall completely is his heartbeat. Should anything happen to him I can't imagine what—" Ikeda stopped, dropping the blanket in shock as she stared wide-eyed at the screen of one of the machine's connected to the young male.

"Ikeda-san? Ikeda-san! What's wrong! You suddenly—" Ikeda whirled around, rushing over to a wall in the room, slamming her hand against a red button that read 'Emergency call'. The nurse who'd joined Ikeda turned to look at the machines, blinking as she quickly scanned for whatever it was that had scared the other so badly… and then she saw it.

Souji's vital signs had picked up. Brain activity was functioning too quickly for him to be in a coma any longer… but his heart and breathing rate were quickly dropping.

"My God…" she muttered, dropping the clipboard she'd been carrying into a nearby chair, rushing over to the bed.

The machines were beeping more rapidly now, signaling that the person they were attached to neededimmediate attention.

"Shirogane-san… Shirogane-san!" The nurse shook Naoto's shoulder's roughly, causing the sleuth to jump awake, eyes wide as she looked around the room, gasping sharply.

"Wh-what? What's going—"

"You need to leave," the nurse interrupted, pulling the chair away from the bed as she dragged Naoto to her feet. "Now, you need to leave the room, doctors will be coming soon."

"What? Why!? What's—no! Stop!"

The chair was shoved roughly across the floor as a struggling Naoto was pushed towards the door, only to be jerked aside as several doctors ran in, their expression's serious.

"Get her out of her," one of them order sharply. "Tanazaki, get on the other side of the bed, I'll need your assistance. Koroyuki I need you to—"

The rest of the orders were cut off from her hearing as Naoto was forced into the hallway and the door to Souji's room was slammed shut, keeping all sound from the inside from coming out into the hallway. The detective stood frozen, eyes wide as her mind fought to process everything that had just happened. Doctors… the serious looks on their faces and all the beeping in the background that hadn't been there before. She had been forced from the room, told that she would only be in the way. Which only left…

"N-no…" She muttered, her voice trembling with terror as she whirled around to look at the door of Souji's ward. "No!" She cried, throwing herself against the door as she fumbled with the door handling, swearing loudly as she realized it was locked from the inside. They weren't going to allow her back in.

"No… No! NO!" Naoto slammed her fists against the door, eyes stunning as her vision blurred horribly, turning the image of the door into a smudged mass of gray, unable to see it clearly. "NO! Let me in! Let me back in the room!" She cried out, her voice was hoarse from the lack of use and overuse of tears. "Please! Let me in! If he dies and I'm not there he—DAMMIT! LET ME BACK INTO THE ROOM!" Her fists were turning red and going numb from hitting the door with too much force for so long. "Let me into the—"

"Nao-chan…" A gentle voice called from beside her, but she didn't care. She ignored it. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. Not when Souji was…

"Let me in! PLEASE! I'm begging you! Just let me back into the—"

"Nao-chan! You must calm down! Shouting like this isn't going to—"

"I don't care!!" Naoto screamed, turning on her heel as she redirected her fist toward the speaker rather than the door. "I have to get in there! I have—" Her hand stopped abruptly as someone caught it. The eyes which she'd squeezed shut opened slowly as she stared at the owner of the hand, blinking back tears as she tried to clear her vision.

"Naoto, sweetheart… There isn't anything we can do right now. Shouting… It's only going to add to your troubles and stress. You must calm down, for Seta-kun as well. He wouldn't want you to—"

"G-Grandpa..." Naoto choked, her face contorting in main, making the old man's heart lurch as he gazed at the sorrow-filled face of his granddaughter. "I-I… I…" Her voice wavered and died as something seemed to wrap itself tightly around her throat, choking her. "I…" She let out a broken wail, throwing herself into her grandfather's waiting arms, sobbing pitifully into his chest as she clung to him like a lifeline.

"S-Souji-kun! He… I don't know what…" The sobs only intensified as the elder Shirogane eased Naoto down into a bench in the hallway, hugging the young girl close to his chest, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her back in small circles.

"Naoto… Naoto, sweetie, hush now… It's alright; Souji is going to be just fine. He's a strong young man. He's not going to leave you alone, not like this... You're both going to grow old and die together of natural causes and nothing is going to change that. Come now, Naoto…" The sleuth's tears didn't stop, her grandfather's words barely reaching her ears as she shuddered violently, pain-filled sobs echoing down the hallway, causing several nurses to stop on their way to their rooms to ask if the detective was alright.

"Shirogane-sama, here, I found a blanket for her…"

"Ah, thank you Rise-chan…" The elder Shirogane accepted the blanket being held out to him with a smile of thanks, carefully wrapping it around the shoulders of the young detective leaning against him, with the help of his secretary.

"When did she finally fall asleep?" The idol asked softly, taking the seat next to Naoto, carefully pulling off the blue cap and placing it in her own lap.

"Just a few minutes ago," Yakushiji muttered, taking the seat beside Naoto's grandfather as he ran a hand through his short hair, looking exhausted, even with his dark glasses covering half his face. "She cried herself to sleep… I can't blame her, she's been out here for almost six hours without any news at all."

"What? You mean the doctors haven't said anything? Dude… that's just messed up." Several heads turned as another voice joined the conversation, a brunette smiled weakly with a small nod in greeting.

"Yosuke!" Rise stood up, her eyes widening slightly. "Where have you--?"

"Hey, Rise-san, everyone… Sorry that took so long. Chie looked about ready to collapse by the time we reached the cafeteria so I took her back to the hotel room… I should have called before taking off, but it looked like she hadn't slept in weeks and… well… She didn't want to go, but I was finally able to get her to the car with the promise that I'd call as soon as anything changed." Yosuke sighed softly as he reached into a bag in his hand, pulling out cans and handing them out. "Anyway. I thought warm drinks would be best; I picked them up on the way back. Hopefully they might help calm out nerves a bit. Here's Naoto—Oh, ah…"

"That was very thoughtful of you, Hanamura-san," Yakushiji smiled slightly, taking two of the cans from Yosuke. "I'll hold onto hers. Just worry about yourself for now, I—ah, Sir, let me. You'll wake her if you keep shifting around like that…" The secretary reached over, gently prying a can out of his 'master's' hand, opening it before holding it out again. "Here, Sir."

"Thank you, Yakushiji… You're always helping me, even in the simplest of tasks."

"Of course, Master Masanori." The secretary smiled wearily, his exhaust still obvious. "I am always pleased to help."

"Oh hush…" Masanori cut his secretary off, shaking his head slowly. "That will be enough of that. There is no need to take a polite tone with me, I've told you this many times."

"Ah… R-right. Forgive me, Shirogane-sama."

"Yakushiji ," the elder Shirogane began in a warning tone, "If you continue, I will be forced to tell all these youngsters your name is 'Ashley'."

"W-wh…M-Masanori! You promised that—"

"Whoa! His name is Ashley? Seriously?" Yosuke grinned. "American, nice."

"N-no!" Yakushiji cried in distress, jumping to his feet. "That's not-! I-it's my middle name! My first name is Junichi! D-don't listen to him!"

"Sure thing… Ashley."

"Hanamura-san!!!"

"Quiet!" All three of the males in the hallway jumped and turned around to look at Rise, who was now standing up, arms over her chest and looking cross. "You're all being too loud! Do you want to wake Naoto-kun up? She's exhausted! Come on, show her a little respect…"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but are you all here for Seta-san?" The group jumped as a soft female voice spoke up from behind them, turning to see Ikeda standing in front of Souji's door, looking tired.

"We are," Masanori nodded calmly, gesturing for the other three to sit down silently as he shifted Naoto closer to himself, a small feeling of dread weighing at the back of his mind. "How is he?"

"He's…" Ikeda trailed off, running a hand through her hair slowly, sighing softly. A long silence fell between Ikeda and the group as she re-adjusted her nurse-cap and glanced at the clipboard in her arms, shaking her head slowly. "He's asleep." She finally spoke. "Alive and well… but asleep. When he woke, some liquid—most likely his own salvia—managed to get in his breathing tube… his heartbeat increased because his brain took the sudden excessive amount of liquid as drowning and—" She trailed off, shaking her head.

"Nevermind, forgive me for the lack of formalities. There were some complications when he woke, but everything is alright now. He's asleep, but he's responding to others' voices. He can't talk quite yet, but he's able to nod and since we've removed the bandages, he's able to blink in response to questions… however…" The nurse sighed again, looking uneasy. "…However, you may be best off introducing yourself by name when speaking to him; given his current condition, he might not know who you are."

"Wh-what?" Rise choked, standing up, tears gathering in her eyes. "But… why? H-he… he didn't…"

"He didn't forget us all, did he?" Yosuke bravely voiced Rise's fears as he reached for his cell-phone, dreading what he'd have to tell Chie. "He… but…"

Ikeda blinked, looking shocked. "What? Memory loss? I—no, his memory is in perfect condition, at least it should be. The part of the brain that holds memories wasn't damaged, not enough to cause anything to be lost at least… The main damage was to the occipital cortex region of the brain. Of course, until he's better we can't completely analyze how bad the damage is or if it's simply optic nerve avulsion but, as of right now at least, Seta-san is completely—"

"—blind." Misanori finished gravely, earning a surprised look from Ikeda.

"Y-yes. I'm quite impressed, Shirogane-sama, how did—"

"B-blind?" Misanori winced, letting out a slow, silent breath, regretting his words as everyone turned to face Naoto, who was wide awake, staring at Ikeda with a mixed look of shock and horror. Blind? He's… blind? Naoto felt something twist violently in her stomach as she fell back against the wall, staring at the floor blankly. He's blind and… it's all my fault…

I realize I never add notes after chapters, but I must take this moment to chuckle at all of you who believed I'd be taking Souji's memory away. I'm not that cruel... the blindness was obvious from the first chapter, but I wouldn't have anything to do as far as memory loss goes. My plot was more-so based on him not having his sight. I'm fairly sure many of you will be pleased to hear that... but it does give me pride to know I tricked... all of you.

*Notes:

Masanori: model of justice

Junichi: obedient one