'Click'

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On to the story!

Summary: Takigawa knows that Oliver Davis being Naru is the reality, the clear truth but he reflects on the happiness inside SPR and figures out that reality doesn't make sense. Nor does the fact that with Naru's going, everything at SPR would disband. Not only will he be taking back the dead body of his twin, he'd also be taking a heart...Taniyama Mai's heart.

_MONK_

Kids these days...

When I was a teenager, Mum and Dad often had me sweep the temples and help the other Monks with any errands, they said that helping each other promoted fraternity but I know the real reason; they just wanted to make sure that I did not spend too much time with the music player, which is downright cruelty, if you ask me. But I've strayed from the topic, where was I again? Oh yeah, sweeping temples...yeah I remember now.

So when Mum and Dad had me clean the temples, I used to wonder what I would want to become once I grew up. Family tradition mocked my ambition and obliged me to become a Monk, but at that time, sweeping temples, exorcising ghosts and chanting magic spells (as children of those days thought them to be) seemed so monochrome. I thought of being a boxer or a model but I really don't know why I chose to be a bassist.

My mother rashly claimed that it was the only job that would allow me to keep the ponytail. That was so not true, maybe part of it was but hey, you can't blame my crazy taste! Nobody dared challenge it except him. Him. Nobody ever questioned my abilities. Except him.

What I never imagined, ever, not even in the wildest nightmares that I would grow up to be slave-driven by a seventeen year old paranormal investigator. Nope fellows, that, was not on my agenda. I never thought that a teenager would ever force his will upon me but then again he wasn't a normal human, let alone a normal teenager and then again he was so responsible that his personality shouted perfection, from face to brain it seemed as if he had been especially blessed by God. Also, it didn't help that he was the most famous paranormal researcher and scientist, alive on Earth.

Who was he, you ask.

I don't know the answer myself because, I don't know who he really is...

Oliver Davis? Naru? I don't know myself and I'll never know...because even though he has ruled the company for more than a year, just the thought of him being Oliver Davis makes him so distant from reality, from all of us. It makes me wonder whether this is another alias, another lie or a deceit. Just the conception of it all makes reality senseless. Logic makes all pieces fit but I don't know about logic and facts anymore. Reality doesn't make sense now.

He has a twin, who's dead and he wears black because he's mourning for that twin...he has PK, he lied to us, he is admired by every one who is connected to the spiritual researchers. And yet is he Oliver Davis or is he just Naru? I have never been close to him, I don't think anybody has ever been closer to him but one thing I know.

He's been on his own all this time. He's been mourning all this time...for someone who died. Just to think that we have never delved into his past before this day.

I can feel myself reeling back to the time when I invited them to a concert of mine. The first time I found Naru in a normal activity other than taking temperature readings, observing supernatural phenomena or anything unearthly like that. The first time I saw him there before knowing he was Oliver Davis.

It was a wild night, there was the whole team in the front, cheering madly except for Masako, Lin and Naru. Naru, however, wasn't as stiff as he was previously on the cases, his shoulders were relaxed and his eyes seemed to be fixed on a brunette who was whistling as if her life depended on it and that was when I finally accepted that he was fascinated by her and even if he didn't show it, he was intrigued by her to say the least. And my suspicions proved correct when I heard Ayako tell to Lin in her drunken state that Naru had gone to walk Mai home or make sure she went to her house, safely.

I knew he cared about her a lot, ever since Mai told us that she was an orphan, I knew he had employed her out of sympathy and from then on I watched as something, something intangible developed between them, not a relationship, not friendship but something more concrete yet subtle, while I, on the other hand had developed a phobia from two things during my work with them.

Ayako Matsuzaki and her damned purse, the one that was made to hit my scalp repeatedly. However I am not sure if I have developed a phobia for Ayako maybe it's just her purse or her red nails that have twice scratched my face. Oh, I don't know, one day I might just marry her.

Emphasis on might, if I don't have a concussion or get a coma from one of those purses before the unfortunate day.

Unfortunate, yeah right...

He didn't nod when I said he's Oliver Davis, he didn't make a face he didn't make a face nor did he clap his hands and say 'oh-yeah-you-finally-figured-it-out!' although I didn't expect him to do take the last option unless he's a total idiot, or unless he's Madoka Mori. Whatever.

And now when I watch him go out of the room, I know my research was all correct. Every word but I don't feel triumphant since recovering the lost dead body would mean one thing...

That he's going back to England. Without us...without SPR,most importantly without Mai.

Alone.

Again.

I watch him stride towards Mai who is leaning against a tree, mumbling to herself and then suddenly I feel like I don't want to watch any further. Mai was still my sister but she was grown-up and I didn't want to hear what she said. A small part of me wanted him to hug her and tell her how much he cared for her but the rational part knew one thing. This was Naru and Naru wasn't a emotional person and certainly not a hugging person. But now I know what I want, I want Mai to have him and him to realize that somewhere out there people do love him like their own kid. Ayako is leaning on the window observing them closely, her eyes moist.

"What are you crying about?"

She turned her head towards me and I saw her sad eyes.

"He's going and he's breaking her."

I knew that, clearly but I know that his pride would never break, his ego would never let him accept the fact that he cared about her.

"Houshou." It was the first time Ayako had called me by my first name. "Why do I feel like he's running away from us and from her?"

"He is..."

"He's doing the wrong thing, he can't go, not now!"

I sighed and turned to look at her.

"I know...if he goes, she wouldn't take it easily."

"She'd cry a lot, she'd be broken. She thought him as a hero."

"Hmm..." I turned away from the window and relaxed my tense shoulders. "And he won't feel a thing."

Would he? Would he feel sad? Mad? Angry? Or nothing at all?

I didn't know, I'd never know...

Kids these days...

Majorly OOC, I know, at least I think so...I just couldn't figure out what to write since Monk is so difficult to get into and so I decided to just flow along. And the next scene is the rejection one so hold on tight and keep your tissue boxes ready! Also please check out the other story I've written, it's an AU and I have already published two chapters up. I'll try to update as soon as possible.

Lots of love and chocolate cakes!

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