A/N: Koooou~! I reviewed one of JadOo's stories, "Broken Wings", and I think that I had accidentally stated something that was incorrect. Looking at another review's comment, I read that you actually DID use manga reference, which is still totally cool. XD Sorry for that little mistake right there, entirely my bad. v_v

But, yes, anyways, where are we? Wow, chapter three already!? Now, that's a RECORD for me. I know, it's sad, and I'm not even joking. -.- But, yes, it's hard for me to stay dedicated and consistent, but I've managed! ^_^ Probably because this is a story that I'm actually liking...Since it's so mushy with Satoshi/Risa! I love them so much! ^_^ I encourage people who support the couple to write fics about them! XD And, heck, why not, if you review, you can tell me to go over to your Satoshi/Risa story so I can glomp it overly in my review back to you. XD A good deed done, I guess. =)

Queerly, one of my personal best fics is a lot less popular than my other less experienced ones...Kinda funny...XD (Probably 'cause they were of the majority Digimon fanfictionals...Quite a popular topic around here...^_^;;)

Must cut down on the emoticons, btw. =S

Ah, yes, but, anyways, back to the story. If I remember correctly (which I should since I wrote it o_o), we left Risa wondering three things.

1. How comes Saehara thinks that her and Satoshi are together? (Satoshi obviously knows the answer to this already.)

2. Does she still have feelings for Dark?

3. What kind of feelings does she have for Satoshi?

Besides the sap hug, Satoshi had found out that Takeshi had taken pictures of him and Risa during that one moment. Saehara obviously misinterprets it for being a 'romantic' sort of thing and tells Satoshi that he's going to publish the pictures in the school newspaper.

*Btw, here's a little thing that I found out when I was getting some critiques from my friend Aadeel...I had pasted the couple of paragraphs of when Risa's saying thank you to Satoshi all the way to the end of the scene. Apparently, if you read it alone, it sounds very...rated R. XD Which, of course, this story is not. =p Sorry, just a little fyi. =)*

Yes, a few scenes, a few summaries, hardy har. Oh, btw, I'm too lazy to edit this so, in the last chapter, Risa says to Riku, "No, why do you ask?!" She is suppose to say yes instead of no. Just to make sure that I got it right. ^_^;;

Hums, in the last chapter, I know that I make Saehara amazingly annoying and evil. Even more that usual (Since he's mostly very annoying and only selectively evil). I'm sorry if I over-exaggerated it or anything, not to mention Risa's little monologue there. I tend to extend little things to make it seem longer and more descriptive. Silly me. ^_^;; But, yes, I LOVE Saehara, he is entire glompable, not to mention that he has the SEXIEST hair. Excluding Satoshi's, Dark's and Krad's. I think he ties with Daisuke's hair, in my ranks. ^_^ Haha, *sigh*, I wish I could draw hair like Yukiru Sugisaki...XD

Yaaah, since it only works out that grade 8 is their last year of high school for them since it fits in with the plot...(Although, stated by a reviewer, it starts at 10...Thanks for the info!) Even though it's not accurate, please...Just pretend that they have four years of hs...XD

Yes, I have double spaced this chapter (and will do this for future chappies) for an easier read. ^_^ I know that it can get kinda difficult to read things if they just look like a whole bunch of words smooshed together, so hopefully this is more convenient for all of you. =)!

Thank you, thank you, kind reviewers. You are amazing...*sniffle sniffle* Hardy har. ^_^ Welps, I have high hopes for this story, and hopefully you all will continue to enjoy it (or be neutrally amused). I love critiques, both positive and constructive, so don't shy away! I respect everyone's words! (As long as you're not dissing Satoshi and Risa straight. ) So, here's the third and hopefully lengthier chapter 3.

Guide...

Italics = Thoughts, Flashbacks

^_^ = Facial, self explanatory.

:o = Little o mouth thingy that anime characters do. =)

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"I'm Glad Hiwatari-kun is With Me"

By Jackie (Contagious/Wing/Ancient/Whatever You Wanna Call Me XD)

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"Wai, Risa-chan!" Shinzu Minami waved from down the crowded school hallways, clumsily

pushing past the stocks of study students to get to Risa's side.

"Ohayo." Risa chirped rosily as her friend finally halted beside her, looking slightly crazed as her

state had already become misplaced and disorganized. With what was seen, such as her

flyaway hairs, untied shoes and open schoolbag, it was blandly stated that the halls were not

something to be tampered with. They were very malicious when the had the chance.

It was only the morning of that school day, and Risa's heart already seemed to be pumping

slightly faster than the usual tempo. She had a feeling that today would be no ordinary day,

opposing the routine of her clumsy cooking skills, the boredom-filling hair braiding during class,

girly talks about attractive guys in the cafeteria. In fact, she had a keen tugging in the corner of

her mind that was telling her that not only was it today that would turn her life around drastically,

but was the time where she was to prove her maturity to the whole student body and herself.

It was just a feeling.

Minami grinned sheepishly as she remarked the innocently curious look on Risa's face. "Wai~! I

can't believe that Risa has finally found a guy good enough for her!"

Honestly, it was just a feeling.

"Ano?" She already had a slight idea of where the conversation was heading, but she had to

make sure.

"And you said you didn't like guys with glasses!" Risa's comrade snorted unpleasantly, a not-so-

gentle habit that had formed years ago. "By the way, Hiwatari-kun is an amazing catch. Wai~!

You both look so cute together! You guys are so perfect! Kou~!"

Risa could feel as her friend slowly became opaque, soon become invisible through her eyes.

She could feel her look pierce right through her, the metallic looks dissipating into the dark. She

was slowly falling into an unconscious state of mind, blocking out the true world and its

happenings and replacing it with true nothingness.

Hiwatari-kun...Ugh, not this again. I haven't even debated my feeling towards him yet, and

already rumours are spreading around the school?! I have a hunch Saehara is involved in this

whole publicity issue, Riku had mentioned it only last night that she heard the words coming from

him.

Isn't my life already hectic enough with my tears about Dark-san and the exams to study for?!

I'm just asking myself by how many more times worse my high school life will be...

"Risa-chan? Risa-ch-a-an?" Minami waved a hand before Risa's face, hoping to snap her back

to reality. She felt slightly worried as she saw a blank state engulf her the girl's eyes, and Risa

had been ignorant to her callings for her a few minutes and passing.

Suddenly, colour rushed back into her eyes. Risa shook her head out of it, and blinked

cautiously. "H...hai?"

Minami arched her brows anxiously. "Are you...okay?"

"No, no, I'm fine. I just have a few things on my mind." Shaking her head, Risa turned towards

the door of her classroom further down the hall, although blurred out by the crowd, was still

visible.

As the bell, on cue, echoed the pitch across the school, everyone was starting to bid their

farewells as the student body rushed this way and that, trying to reach their proper class in time.

"Well, looks like it's time to get to class." Risa notified a curious Minami in such an absent way.

She could feel herself automatically wander off down towards the cavern of halls, caving in

towards her first period's door.

Minami hesitantly mumbled, "See ya." She continued to watch her friend strut down the hallway

in a disembodied manner, invisibly feeling her way through the mentally non-existent walls.

What had just happened? Was Risa going to be okay...?

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"Eeeeeiiiii! Satoshi-chaaan!" Minamoto Juubei tried to do his best impression of a rabid Satoshi

fangirl. Much to his attempt, he simply appeared to act the impression instead of doing the

impression himself, what with the squeakily pitched voice and the extremely abstract skip.

"Waaaai~! I can't believe that you're dating Risa-chan! Kawaii~!"

"Would you please stop that? It's embarrassing..." Satoshi pulled his hair back with his hand,

almost as if he was checking how hot his forehead's temperature was rising. As his arm rested

back down to his side, his hair gently floated back to the lining of his forehead, thin strands

artistically placed in a crown. A displeasing frown plastered his face as he continued to listen to

the over-exaggerated acting skills of his friend. His line of patience had worn away only the

night before and hadn't completely rebuilt itself completely yet.

Juubei paused as a pout formed on his mouth, a film of gloss forming over his eyes. "Mou~!

You are very cruel, Satoshi-chaaaan~!"

Catching the faking sniffling between the unsuccessfully cloaked sniggering, Satoshi had halted

in his paces, crossing his arms across his chest. His lungs took in a deep breath, causing a sigh

to escape the corner of his mouth. "Honestly, Juubei."

Juubei shook his head while holding onto the side of his stomach to contain himself. "Damn, but

it's too funny! Now that all the girls are sucking up to you since they know that you've finally

become interested in someone else, other than Dark...I'm sorry, but god, it's hilarious! You gotta

admit, it's pretty hard not to make fun of them."

Finally, Juubei forced himself to calm his laughter, wiping at a tear that formed in the edge of his

eye. Satoshi held in the urge to walk off and leave him as he was. Although Satoshi was in dire

need of something relaxing and entertaining, he couldn't get the whole ordeal of last night out of

his head. It was constantly plucking at his brain, slapping him more forcefully the more he

wanted to forget it.

Last night, Satoshi had tried to save the pictures from exploitation, although he was clueless to

where Takeshi produced his article layouts. He thought that perhaps it might've been set up in a

computer at his own home?

To no avail, the answer was negative. He had checked, even taking the time to knock on the

boy's door, but to his dismay, Saehara senior had carefully worded out that he was not at the

location. Rats.

How about his own distribution location? No. The school was as empty as the stomach of a

hungry man, and the darkness was consuming. Even the faithful Daisuke had no idea where

Takeshi would've printed the newspapers.

Finally, after caving into temptation and researching his location on his computer network, he had

tracked down Takeshi to the womb of an abandoned factor. It was dingy and dark, corrupted yet

huge. No one had ever recalled of its existence. It was the perfect hiding spot.

At the factory...

Takeshi was maniacally typing away at a laptop that was cradled between his knees, pointing

and sneering as Satoshi had barged through the rugged doors.

Breathing heavily, Satoshi stood by the open walls of steel, background illuminated by the

shimmer of the starlight beaming down against the hard cement below. Raising his finger in

Saehara's direction, between two tall standing pipes in a far corner, Satoshi carefully worded out,

"Hand over the tape, Saehara."

Slowly rising upwards, he closed up his laptop and placed it to his side, sealing it away as he

dusted the back of his pants. "Boo hoo hoo! I'm so afraid!" He pulled down the skin underneath

one of his eyes and stuck out the tip of his tongue in a childish foolery. "Sorry, but it's too late!"

Satoshi paused in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Saehara carefully walked down the abandoned inner lot of the building, slowly nearing the

immense doors where the other stood. With a nonchalant smirk, he explained, "Nada! I've

already sent them to the school's network! They won't be accessible until tomorrow morning,

and obviously by then, it'll already be in circulation."

Carefully glaring his eyes as Saehara reached his place, Satoshi had grabbed onto the collar of

the boy, mentally shaking him to unconsciousness. He could feel the streaming sweat dripping

down his temples and his rusty breathing replacing any sort of vulgarities that were floating in his

head at that moment. "...Curse you."

"Yah, I love myself too. ^_^"

Those were the last words mouthed that night.

This had only left him more restless, though, and as he threw Saehara out into the frozen night, heavily stomping his way back home.

Although he had tried to hack into the school's computer system, there was simply too much

security blocking the access to be able to get through in one simple night. He was growing tired

and precious minutes were ticking away.

After a few long hours, he had finally fell into the temptation of one hundred winks. His body

collapsing atop his studying desk, over the keyboard where the computer lay, his arms cradled

around his head as his vision slowly ebbed away into nothingness. His thoughts were replaced

by abstract dreams. Vague passing moments somehow linking into one another with no

apparent relation. Second screenings of sceneries that had no obviously explanation.

Then, as if his life had suddenly finished surging through his brain, everything had breathed to a

stop.

A nude maiden, wrapped only in strands of thin, silver silk, standing on the edge of a snow-ridden

cliff. Frozen water blurring his eyes from only meters away, the beautiful woman glanced back at

him with the most longing eyes that anyone could ever experience. A look a sadness, of

disappointment, of desperation. The eyes of which only someone of the deepest regret could

obtain.

Yet they were so familiar...

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A screen of darkness...

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Then, a piercing scream, the sudden howls of angry wind fighting against mass, a glance at the

never ending depth of the cliff to the frozen shore. Her body, fighting against the frozen pain,

falling into a certain death.

Was this suicide?

Satoshi unconsciously followed after her, racing across the thick lush of snow, tumbling to his

side at the edge of the cut mountain side. Screaming for her to stop.

Stop, stop, please stop!

This isn't worth it!

Don't sacrifice your life for this!

Don't sacrifice your life for...

The blood suddenly rushed his mind back into reality. With the alarm clock ringing through his

ears, a cadence of monotonous beeping. Forehead drenched in a cold sweat, he could only feel

his heart pumping through his chest.

It was hurting.

It was morning.

It was time for confrontation.

It was time to forget that dream.

To was time to deal with his reality.

But who can really tell which one is which?

Dream and consciousness.

Which one matters?

Which one tells the truth?

How will he know?

Two major things had graced his experiences last night. Which one was more important? He

could only let his logic explain. It was only a dream that he saw. Only an exaggeration of a

collections of thoughts. It was a collage that made something that would never exist in the world

into reality. His only wonder was why those eyes were so familiar. Why had they looked the way

they did? Why had everything passed in such an existent blur.

It wasn't real.

What was real was Saehara. The pictures. The newspapers. The student body. Rumours,

gossip. That was what reality consisted of.

He had that to deal with, first.

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The day after...

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock merely inched back and fourth over the one same second over and over. It was as if

time could no longer decide whether it should advance or not. It was simply eating away at

Risa's contact and patience with the existent reality.

Of course, it beat having to listen to the droning monotonous echoes that belonged to the classes

history teacher. They were so longingly empty and naturally dull. Although she was spared of

this cause, it wasn't ending up to be a study time well spent, since all that Risa could focus on

was the idea of Satoshi and herself. The fact that everyone was now entirely convinced that

they were both together.

She sighed in thought of what was circulating from ear to ear. The rumours, the empty words

being passed onto rabid fan girl to obsessive fan boy. It was so amazingly irritating to hear her

name being so obviously whispered in the corner of her ear. All of this didn't add up, though,

putting the bare facts together. One plus one didn't equal a million. It didn't make any sense at

all.

No one had suspected for the two to be exploited as a major couple. Not a single person had

even considered the idea. They had always believed that they both had the strong passion

towards that one being, the person that their worlds revolved around. Dark Mousy. It wasn't

much of a wonder why they had found each others friendships. Satoshi and Risa were both

entranced, in two different manners, by the swift and stunning movements of the dark thief.

They could not stand his teasing manners, his taunting smirks, his dark laughter. But to imagine

that their focus had soon linked to each other? Where was Dark mentioned in that situation?

How could they not consider that factor?

All they could believe was what they could see.

It had been only yesterday morning when all the newspapers had begin its distribution. She had

found out only due to the wild howling, hurt stares and jealous glares. They were all focused on

her as she walked through that door of confrontation. Her homeroom. The evergreen taints

covering the damn concrete, glass slit on its side, lined with thins of plastic on its waist. The

block of material that revealed all the reactions, all the satisfaction, all the contemplation.

The first thing that had happened that morning was the decision of her very own twin sister,

Harada Riku, to display the article and pictures riddling the front page of an oh-so-familiar

newspaper. It was mockingly of her and Satoshi, a moment enrapturing both in that one fatal

embrace.

At first, it brought back fond recollections of his amazing warmth and gentle, soothing voice.

They voice that she had always longed for at the end of every night, the melody that escaped

his mouth. The majestic flow of miracle, yet Satoshi did not even realize its beauty. It was so

amazingly entrancing, it would tear her apart if she could not get a taste of it in a regular sense.

She yearned for it, it was her obsession, the calm that filled the hurt inside.

But then came the hasty realization that this speechless image was for everyone to see. Did that

make any sense? Was it not their own lives that they had earned to live? Why was it for anyone

to get involved?

It was out in the open for everyone to gawk at, to assume the worse. It was a blunt giveaway

that it held some sort of romantic sentiments, the way that the held each other, they way that

their eyes twinkled in such a grey storm of disappointment.

But it wasn't.

The public, the people, those who barely recognized them by name, how did they know the story

behind the news? They had no experience with the true personas that it so vaguely displayed,

like a new toy at the store that everyone simply had to buy. They had no idea if it was worth the

money, if it was the real thing or if it was all talk. That's all it was. Talk. They had no vocal

evidence or what really happened. All they had was a picture caught at the right time. It

could've been any particular moment, yet it turned to be this one time, the amazing rarity of the

tenderness.

Curious questions were being hurled at her with much as of a second to realize what they were

truly speaking of. Nothing was really processing through her mind, too many things were

registering its place. She couldn't close the gap. Everything passed in a blur of indefinable

speed.

Did they realize what they were saying? What they were asking for? Couldn't they understand

what was really happening? Didn't it sink in?!

Satoshi and Risa.

Risa and Satoshi.

Hiwatari-kun with Harada-san.

Together.

With each other.

Together, with each other.

What was wrong with this picture?!

Too bad they could never sum up the guts to tell them her own version of the story. The real

reason that she had hugged Satoshi. It was merely a sign of thankfulness of the night before.

The warming speeches that finally gave her a sense of place in the world. The fact that she was

needed somewhere, that someone needed her in their life.

Satoshi was definitely logical enough to reason out that her tears were for Dark, she always had

a secret sense that he figure that one part out. Of course, they had that special bond, their

strong feelings towards Dark. They could read each others thoughts when it came to that.

Satoshi had such an observant eye for that type of thing, least a slight obvious signal. Maybe he

felt a little what she pained, too.

Yet she could never let them know that she was that much inside. She always had the need to

show them that she was strong, that she could get over a senseless little crush.

But it wasn't a mere "little crush".

And she couldn't get over it.

To think that she could call herself mature whistle letting that fact be known? It would be harmful

and terribly inaccurate in that sense. She was afraid to let them know.

Soon after all the commotion had started to heat up, Risa had woken herself to the sudden

awareness of the sudden silence that had bounced off of the hollow walls, into her ears that were

echoing of voices. Quickly following the direction of their eyes, she watched almost helplessly

as Satoshi had stepped a foot into the bare room.

It seemed as if an eternity had passed before anything happened to even more, let alone another

breath taken. It was then Risa saw the desperate look within his eyes. The eyes of an almost

depressing nature, they pierced through her like the stabbing of a thin knife through butter,

comparing to the tension of the whole room. It was hurting like no one could ever imagine that it

could. All that she could feel was the grave anger in his eyes, the silent stares from one to

another as the hushed crowd waited for their call.

All the numbness had settled in, she had sensed to hear her pulse ebbing in her ears. Pumping

faster and faster as each breath took place. Those eyes were breaking her.

Then, a sudden shock that had overtaken the rest of her conscious body.

A loud thump ringing in her ears.

Screams invaded that classroom as her vision was slowly overtaken by a blanket of damp, dark

nothingness.

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"Risa-chan?"

Risa had found herself woken on a dark, empty floor of bare ebony, much like the colour beneath

the flaps of her eyelids. Pulling herself torso up from her cradled body, a sudden stinging at her

eyes caused her voice to harmlessly crack. "Da-Dark...-san...?"

There, standing in front of her, was the infamous and nonchalant Dark Mousy in all of his

handsome glory. His gaze seemed to be more than tender than ever as he slowly strutted

towards her resting body, reaching out his hand to pull herself up. "Need some help?"

"Aa..." Her body was only in contact with that blinding numbness and the hurt that filled her

swollen heart.

Dark? The Dark? The one that she had grown and outgrown in love with? How was it possible?

Had he not been locked away, with no humanly way to tamper with the sacred seal? She had

not been there to witness it, but it was an obvious truth with all the final drama it had caused.

Yet how did fate reverse itself so radically?

Her heart was thumping through her throat and she had lost all of her senses in any manner. It

was all too surreal. "D-D-Dark-san...But I thought-"

"That I was sealed away?" He quirked his brow in a state of vague amusement, responding to

casually that it almost seemed to take it as a settled thought. Was he playing with her mind?

"Didn't figure you'd understand. Ah well."

Risa's eyes began to well up with tears. "Understand what?"

"Look , it doesn't matter, alright?" Dark chuckled smugly, flipping his hair freely away from his

face to display the arm smile that he wore across his face. "All that's real is that I'm back. Your

will has called upon my existence...It was you that brought me back to life."

Wet tears were leaking out of her eyes like a flowing faucet. With the tips of her fingers, she

could feel the damp humidity that was swelling through her eyes, her sight merely blobs of

broken colour. "But, but it doesn't make any sense-"

Dank kneeled down beside her and took her into his arms, pulling her towards the warmth of his

chest as he slowly rocked her in his arms. "But it does. It just proves how much you love me.

You're the only one with the will to revive me, to revive my soul."

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Why was it so cold?

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Suddenly, the floor has collapsed beneath her, replaced by a landscape of cliffs and frozen

water. A snowstorm was battering ferociously across her side, blowing the temperature into

tumbled twisters. She held her breath through her body as she dawned on the realization of the

scenery, and the fact that she was merely dwindling off the steep edge of the edge of the

mountain's crack. Looking down at the mouth of endless black dotted with the flakes of snow, all

the seemed to be keeping her from falling was the link between her hand in Dark-san's. Her

lifeline. Her chance of existence...It was all his hands.

"Don't let go!" Risa shouted out as she merely felt herself slipping further and further down the

branch of his arm. She could taste the fluid of melted snow that had found its way into the bowls

of her mouth, a frozen feeling invaded within.

"I won't!" Dark howled back as his fingers were frightfully slipping out of her short grip. "I'm not

letting go!"

Tears were frozen upon her cheeks as she cried in violent desperation. She whispered in

between the strings of broken sobs that stiffed in throat. "You promise?"

"I-"

The grasp of his hand had finally given up as she felt herself falling straight downwards, into the

never-ending pit hat lead into the dreary unknown. The wind howling against her ears, Dark's

face slowly distanced itself into a vague dot into the bleak distance.

She did not have the consciousness to scream.

Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

"Risa-san?"

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"Harada? Risa-san...?"

Risa had abruptly found herself awake in a room drenched in the purity of white. She could feel

the heat of the damp cloth across her forehead and soon after the hand of her comrade tightly

wrapping her shoulder. "Niwa-kun...?"

The red-haired boy smile gratefully as he realized that Risa had woken up from her bodiless

state. Sighing in deep gratitude, he responded softly, "Hai. I'm glad that you're alright, Harada-

san."

Looking around, Risa noticed the familiar surroundings of the school's hospital wing. A room

highlighted with the colours of pallid blanc, shelves stacked with band-aids and medical

concoctions, therapeutic beds covered in metallic gloss. Stirring underneath the loose sheets

that draped across her body, she mumbled, "What happened?"

"Well, the nurse said that it was only a blackout," Daisuke worded out carefully, aware of Risa's

fragile state. "Maybe from stress? We surely don't know, but you might. All that we are in

knowledge of is that there was a lot of commotion when you fell on the floor this morning. Class

hadn't even started and already everyone was screaming, running around, it was pretty awful.

"I was the first one that knocked out of the shocked state that had overtaken the majority of

people who weren't tumbling around like maniacs. I pretty much picked you up off of the ground

and carried you to the hospital wing. You've been in here for a couple of hours now, school

ended about an hour ago."

"What...What was Riku's reaction? And...Satoshi-kun? What did he say?" She could hardly

mention Satoshi's name with somewhat of a great hesitation.

Daisuke chucked nervously. "Well, Riku-san almost seemed to faint herself, she was really

upset! She wasn't really paying attention to the fact that you need to be carried away and

instead worried her head off with the fact that you were just...laying there...not moving and all.

She almost bit her whole nails off in frustration!"

Risa nodded as a laugh quirked the corner of her mouth, "And as for...?"

"Hiwatari-kun?" Daisuke questioned curiously while his eyes flashed innocently. "He's the one

that asked me to take you here. He told me that he had lost all of his energy to a lack of sleep

last night or something. I wonder why..."

Risa smiled tenderly as she gazed up into the window nearest to her cot. The sun continued to

blaze down onto the dramatic scenery outside. Vivid buildings of grey tainted with a screen of

frosty gold.

As she looked back into the room, her eyes fell into Daisuke as she slowly nodded her head.

"...Arigatou."

He beamed back at her as his crimson eyes trailed off into the space centred in the window.

Everything was so tranquil and calm. Nothing was more serene than a safe place and a caring

friend both at your side.

Suddenly breaking the melody of silence, Risa quietly murmured beneath her breath, "...He let

go of me."

Suddenly realizing the mouthing of her words, Daisuke had dawned back to reality in curiosity of

her open thoughts. "Nani?"

"He let go of me." She repeated quietly. "Dark-san, he let go of me."

Daisuke could get no more silent or confused as he searched through Risa's eyes, a meaning

deeply embedded inside.

"It was a vision, or maybe a dream. All that I remember was him letting go of my hand, the rush

of the wind against me as I fell into who knows where..." Risa gave him a tender look as her

smile radiated of pure warmth. "But it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. Do you think maybe that it's a

sign?"

Daisuke sighed slightly in a downhearted manner as he recollected on all of the fond memories

that him and her counterpart had experienced. Together. "Maybe, Risa-san."

She soaked up all the bright light that the glowing sun could offer as her mind projected the truth

that was shrouded behind that one vision. Yet she had discovered the true motivation of all the

happenings, of all the smiles and tears. She understood. "It meant that we can move on."

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A/N: Gay chapter once again, haha. Always wanting to make it longer but there are so many potential cliff hangers and endings! I was actually going to end it the moment that she realized that it was Dark in that room of darkness, you known, that dream she gets right after she goes unconscious Yah, that's it. I was gonna end it all in, "Dark-san?", which would of been an okay cliffy, but the chapter was definitely too short to end like that. So I ended it later, and sappier. ^_^ Still too short though...Only about 7 scenes, about 4-5 if you don't break them down to different memoirs and locations. M'eh, still an improvement, I guess. ^_^

If there's any confusion of the timeline and why Risa's in her history class instead of being in the hospital, I want to clarify something. Everything is taken during that day that she blanks out, yet it's the day after that she reminisces about it. So, the first two scenes are that day, the third (with her thinking about what happened) the day after, and all that she's thinking about that day. The next chapter will also be taken that day until we keep on going until it meets up with that once scene again. Okay? Sorry if it was confusing. =)

Welps, anyways, tell me if you guys like where the story's going or not, because I can always make alterations to the non-existent future plot of toe story, haha. Yup, anyways, hopefully I'll get to writing the next chapter with the aid of all of your kind support and suggestion! For now, much love and have a happy early Christmas! =)