When he first met him, the boy approach him while he was alone, waiting for his uncle Yamato to come and fetch him since his parents are busy that day. Yasu knows that he shouldn't talk to stranger... Yet he could feel an intense connection to the boy... There's something about him that he can't pinpoint. The boy sat next to him and give him a piece of paper, it's filled with neat writings. The black haired boy tilts his head as he look at the boy with light purple curly hair.

The teenager open his mouth, his voice came out softly. "...Um... Can you read it and tell me what you think, please?" he asked politely. Yasu stared before nodding his head then read what was written to it...

The story is short but it's heartrending. It's about a person, meeting a child who asked him various of things...after answering the question, it was revealed that the child was none other than the person's precious childhood friend that have died. They were talking in a place called... "Limbo." That is what the teenager explains to him.

Oddly, When he turn and saw his uncle, the boy... Vanished, he left the paper so after he got home, Yasu put the paper inside his keepsake box...will he see the other boy again? He would like too.

And there is the boy again, from where they first met. The teenager calls himself, "Alkie" The light haired boy pronounce it in English while he pronounce it as "アルキ－"(Aruki). He's too Japanese to pronounce it right, Alkie comments. Yasu pronounce it again, even though there's not even a single voice coming out.

It's not that long when they get to know each other. They easily became attach and everyday, if his parents or his uncle hadn't fetch him early... The two would talk random things but the teenager would always vanish everytime his parents or uncle will come and fetch him... At first he didn't mind but it starts to bug him, a bit.

Alkie would always bring him his writings and he noticed that it's always in english... Could it be?

"Say... Why are the stories you wrote are always in English?" The younger boy asked the older. Alkie tenses then sweated, looking flustered.

"...I grew up in a different country and didn't pay attention to reading and writing Japanese though I can read the easy level letters on the chart." The older replied, blushing from shame. Yasu stares then pat the older on the head and like he usually do. The older leans at the touch then purr, like a cat. He's fine if he can't read nor write their mother language.

None of that matters as long as they can understand each other, right?

He shows the older a photo album he brought for a project. Yasu watches Alkie as he carefully skims through it. The teenager look surprised after seeing a photo of his parents' wedding photo.

He taps the older on his shoulder then mouthed "My mommy is pretty, right?"

"...Y-Yes, what's her name?"

"Miyako Hotsuin." Yasu answered happily. The older visibly pales out but the younger didn't seems to noticed "Wh-What is your daddy's name...?"

"Hibiki Kuze, he's the greatest daddy of them all!" He mouthed proudly.

This torn Alkie in between confusion and fanboying at Yasu's cuteness... Aahh. Being a sword don't go with a manual... Yet he can't help but to smile softly at the child who is supposed to be his nephew, that is if he existed in this world... Oh well, nephew is it. He continues his skimming through the album, occasionally he would smile when he saw baby pictures of Yasu. But the next picture struck his heart.

The younger boy stares at the teenager, there are tears falling down on his cheek...

"Huh...? Why is he crying when there is a small smile on his face?" The younger child thought, still staring at the crying teenager. It looked... Fleeting yet beautiful. Yasu wondered while absently leaning forward and kissed the tears away before cupping his cheeks in both hand, mouthing.

"I'm here for you... Don't cry." accompanied with a bright smile.

It's the bright smile that stole his imaginary heart, away. It's always been like that. There's no way it could be returned.

Their fates overlap with one another, since the beginning... Just as it should be...

It was already there...

Those intense connection... Caused by the unbreakable

Red strings, tied around them... Slowly, slowly pulling them... Down.

They've been pulled down quickly... Getting tangled, there's no way of getting out.

Yes...

It's time to be pulled into the endless cycle of death and misery. This is what you get when you try to disobey a predestined fate.

It happen so fast that... He didn't expect it... Slender fingers, wrapped around his frail neck. Slowly, tightening in a vice grip. Crushing his windpipe. The child tries to struggle but it's useless as his life drains out of his small body.

"Alkie... Why...?" He silently asks... The feeling of being betrayed by this person he trust was evident until his last breath. Yet, he's too kind to hate him. Because he felt that...

It always ended like this... Those blank pair of purple and lavender eyes will always stare at him...Filled with glistening unshed tears and guilt...

Why? He wanted this, right...?

Everything slowly faded away and turned black.

He...remember that he died, yet why is he alive...? Where is... who was it again? Yasu wondered, maybe it's just a dream...? Oh well... Doesn't matter.

With that said, the child ignored that sense of missing someone. And oddly... Everything is monochrome. It's not that vibrant anymore... How... Boring...

Yasu stood along the side of the street with different people, waiting for the traffic light to hit the red light. When the light goes red, everyone started to move and walk on the other side. He didn't move, eyes fixed on a tall person, standing at the center of everyone. He can't see his face but... he knew this person. His name is...

The person smiles at him, showing his face. His eyes were blanker than before...

Yasu's heart cease its beating after seeing the person's face... Falling with a loud thump on the asphalt. And the world start to regress.

It happened, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over, again... He absolutely remembers that he died numerous of times but he would always wake up in his room, alive. Without any recollection as to why he died.

Thus he died again and again and again... Slowly his data starts to deteriorate... Until he cease to exist...

He wakes up again... Where is he? And more importantly... Who is he? He saw someone besides him...this person... He looked familiar. Oh, right. He's the Administrator, his master.

Ah...that's right... He's the Administrator's sword. He saw two people, one had a light purple hair while the other had a lavender hair. They are the Administrator's sword, as well. Is that why they both look familiar? He wondered, floating towards them and wrapped his blunt wires around their legs, he felt possessive to them, why?

Wasat heard his name being uttered by the Administrator so he turned to his 'human' form by instinct... It seems that Beta Libra started crying while Gamma Libra pat his back.

Interesting... He had the urge to kiss those tears away yet he did nothing but to stare at them, blankly as the fellow sword weep his imaginary heart, out.