~~Valentine's day? My friend made some 'single cake' for the singles, and actually it tastes really good... Glad being single...

Less views? People don't seem to like this story... Hmm, the main pairing is actually one-sided Rin x Len, but putting that in the character selection doesn't seem... Right. Maybe I'll just change the summary again... (And I've changed it...)

Well, enjoy~

Chapter 3

'A lucky fate', as he said that. I meet him again inside the dream about 3 days after my last meeting. In the exact same place, and he's in the usual attire just like before.

I don't think he would change that clothing of his, so it's not a matter. But he's wearing a long sleeved shirt plus a sweater, and scarf. I can't imagine how it feels to wear something that thick when it's not cold.

I have said it before, not going to add more questions to the question list. Save it for later, maybe.

"We meet again." He says.

"Sure we are." I give him a smile as I make my way to the chair and have a seat. "How are you?"

"I'm perfectly fine." He answers. "And I suppose you are."

"Perfect guess." I say. "Then, you haven't answered my third question. It's the time for you to do that because I still have several questions to be asked."

"I'm looking forward to hear the question. It might be a bit hard to keep answering your questions, though... You're that kind of person."

"...what kind of person?" I ask, completely clueless.

"Who will keep searching for information to solve the mystery of life or someone's life. Don't you thing you're invading someone's life?"

"I don't think so." I only smile at that. "It's for the sake of someone's happiness."

"So you really do that, at first it's just my guess that you do trying to know what's behind someone's past." He says. "Let's not talk about that. Don't you want me to answer the question?"

"Sure I am, sorry for the interruption." I let out a slight laugh.

"The third question is about the dreams behind the doors." He explains, "Because the 'real' dream is behind the door. I don't know about this place, but it just... Different. Don't you feel the same? That actually this dream isn't a plotted dream."

"A plot..." I mutter. "And the ones behind the door is plotted?"

"It seems." He says. "Want to have a try? We can go back to the room of doors."

"No, I'm staying here. Still have questions to ask, that's why." I say. "But my first dream of meeting you is plotted... Why is that?"

"Right? More question is thrown. Let me finish the third one first." He gives me a slight smirk. "As long as these chains still chained to me, I can't go anywhere. So I'm not going inside the door."

"Then how do you know that the real dream is behind the door...?" I ask with a playful suspicious look.

"Intuition." He says simply with a smile.

"Seriously..." I mutter under my breath. I was actually going to believe this person's intuition. I should learn not to believe in people easily.

It's not that I believe in him, I only half-believed everything he said.

At least I've put a bit of my belief on him. Even though just a bit... I've taken it seriously that this is a dream, and that he can't go anywhere...

And it makes me realize something.

"Wait, are you really saying you can't go anywhere but the 'room of doors'? Then what about the real world?" I snap loudly with a tone of disbelief.

"Can't go there either." He says easily as if it was nothing, he even blinks his eyes twice, probably startled by my sudden outburst.

"Eh?" I ask. "Does that also mean that you don't wake up?"

"Well... I don't know, maybe? I don't even know where I am right now—I mean, the real me in the real world—and what happened before I end up here." He smiles. "Must be in a long sleep, then."

A long sleep? How long, I wonder...?

He's not dead, right? That illogical thought just entered my mind though it got corrected by my own mind shortly after that. How could a dead person dream?

"I lost the track of time, not knowing when the morning or night... Everything is just the same here." He says. "Is it night now?"

"I suppose it is." I say. "I don't sleep but at night—a habit of mine, I think."

Now everything's starting to sound horrible for me. To be chained inside a dream, without being able to know the time, all alone. I can't imagine being like that.

It must be really lonely.

While I think about that, I find myself back in my room, lying on my bed as the sunlight peeks through the very small openings on the curtains.

I guess I told him the wrong information. If I was still there, I would say, "Hey, actually it's morning already..."

And to think that I don't know what his name... Just makes me want to know it.