Shiori was determined, a blind man could tell. It seemed like Suga's senses had numbed far beyond that of a blind man as he followed his childhood friend out near the reception area. He felt like a child the way Shiori gripped his wrist and tugged him along. It was done gently, so it didn't hurt, but Suga couldn't help think that their roles should be reversed. After all, it was him who had been living in the mansion for the last decade or so. This thought was, however, replaced by with the revelation that she'd been the dominant one in their relationship, so instead of being irritated, Suga felt nostalgic and content for her to drag him along for a new adventure.

'New' had been a word that had evaded Suga's vocabulary for years now, ever since Shiori had left, taking with her ideas of the future and dreams that Suga had yet to develop. She had been a base for his personality to grow; she gave him that conversation that made him think about things that he hadn't even known he cared about. Shiori always let him choose their first activity, it was something she did to keep him happy and to make sure to get across to him that his opinion always mattered.

As if on cue, Shiori asked that one question Suga had been craving for at least a decade. "So, what do you want to do first?" She smiled curiously at him, looking up at him from thick lashes.

Suga did a double take. Shiori never really smiled much as a child, he tilted his head curiously. It sort of disheartened him that she hadn't been happy and that it must have been him that was the problem. She seemed to be happier now, after a decade away from him.

He drew himself from such depressing thoughts by reminding himself of what he really wanted to do with her, although it was a little embarrassing now.

"Shii-chan. . . Would you. . L-like to. . . Pick flowers. . . With me? Like we did when we were. . . Young." His voice was yet to properly function. It left him with a burning sensation that was slowly numbing.

Shiori was expecting that answer and voiced her thoughts by saying. "I knew you were going to say that!" Her knowledge of him made her smile.

Shiori let go of the boy's wrist and instead claimed his left hand. She practically skipped out the front door with a confused, but content, looking Suga on her heels.

Shiori was happy to finally spend some quality time with him; it excited her that after so long she could possibly rekindle the flames of their past friendship and make these new memories she was going to make with him burn brighter.

Shiori suddenly came to a halt, making Suga bump into her this sent them both stumbling forward a little. "Sorry, Suga! Are you hurt?" Shiori asked, turning to face the older man.

"No, Shii-Chan. . . Sorry, for. . . Bumping into. . you" Suga apologised, a light pink dusting his cheeks. The sight made Shiori both confused, but oddly happy with his reaction. It was probably embarrassment and hadn't she been uncomfortable with feeling the same thing, would have said he looked cute.

"This way. . . Shii-Chan" Suga said, being bold he gripped her hand tighter and this time assumed the role of leader. It was a new and power endused feeling he could get used to, but at the end of the day he much rather the girl beside him lead and take him to places he could only dream of. It was less of a bumpy ride and there was less chance of him tripping and falling, making mistakes if he was the one in the back seat.

Shiori liked the way his hand felt against hers, it wasn't often someone held her hand and when anyone did, she always pulled away. It was more of an impulse reaction than anything else, something she couldn't help. A caged up part of her had just been too tough to participate in such a soft and delicate looking activity. She didn't want to pull away from Suga, though. The girl could only understand it as a second hand reaction from memories been and gone. Something from her past that told her to grip the hand just as tightly as it gripped hers.

Time passed in blissful silence. Shiori basked in the quiet late morning air, It was this type of pleasure that you just couldn't get in large towns and cities. Suga, on the other hand, was content with the silence, not because he couldn't get it, but because he wasn't alone for the first time in such a silence. As silence to him had become a meaningless thing he'd gotten too much of, but now he realised it wasn't just the quiet that had bothered him, it was the loneliness it had brought along with it. It threatening to drag him into its merciless clutches.

But here, now, with Shiori. Suga felt he could feel the sun upon his face again, as if she'd brought back the light he'd wanted, needed. For the longest time he couldn't help but miss her, he knew he'd never get over Shiori's departure. He looked upon old times with a sour expression. It had been miserable. When you have more friends, other people are easier to get over because of the support, but that hadn't been Suga's case. Just a sad, pathetic excuse for a boy whom had always hidden in the shadows and wanted nothing but guidance.

It was then that a familiar flower bed caught his eye and soon enough more started appearing as they turned a corner. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. With the light breeze brushing through their hair, the two sat down to begin their long and unforgettable day together.