They had come so far already. All thanks to Izayoi running as much as he could. But he couldn't do so the whole way. Which is why he helped her hitchhike onto a cargo train, slipping into a rather empty train car. From there they only have to wait, the train already set on course to Osaka. He knows how grateful she is for his help, but neither utter a word considering the situation.

Each bump of the train riding over the tracks is like the second hand of a clock ticking. It sets one young lady's mind on edge as she takes a deep breath. Her hands smooth out her pleated, navy skirt – unable to sit still. Her shoulders are tense beneath the white, buttoned up blouse and dark blue coat. It's not until a hand plops down onto the top of her black hair that she comes out of her thoughts. Her green eyes glare, playful if anything, at the owner of the appendage.

"Get your hand off my head Izayoi." she says, lips tight in a line.

"Whatever you say Makie." The teen rolls his eyes and returns his hand to the back of his head. The one purple eye he had open closes, going back to pretending to be asleep.

He's a normal looking boy with blonde hair, which spikes down in many directions, save for his dazzling purple eyes. He dons a musty blue gakuran with only the middle button done up. This shows that he wears a yellow shirt beneath the uniform. The pants he has are of the same color and end right at the edges of a pair of multicolored tennis shoes; white, gold, and black. In addition he wears headphones, like he does all of the time.

She looks him over, the corner of her lip rising in an almost mocking smirk. Normally she'd get him back, some way, but after seeing that vision she can't muster it. The headache is worse than normal and even more so the ache in her heart is worse than anything she can imagine. All she knows is she has to get there in time, she has to prevent her father from dying. Makie feels her body begin to sway and she blinks slowly. The view of the train's cargo around them vanishes in that instant and all she can see is black.

Izayoi's eyes snap open at the feeling of something dropping into his lap. But his body stills completely at the sight of Makie's head resting against his legs. He brings a hand down and places it atop her head, muttering to himself as he leans his head back against the metal of the train, closing his eyes, "Idiot..."

~.~

Izayoi can't help but smile at the memory, despite the situation that they had been in. He flips to the next page in his book and holds it, briefly, to the side. The library around them is still, quiet, and empty – the perfect atmosphere for the two of them to relax. Still, he looks down at the young woman resting with her head on his lap, sleeping peacefully just as she did once before.

However, she looks drastically different. Her black hair is now stark white and her green eyes have turned red. Even her outfit is different. Now she wears a black corset around her waist atop a buttoned up white blouse. Around her arms she has red ribbons and a black bow wrapped around the inside collar of the corset. Additionally, she has a blue skirt and black tights.

Yet, to Izayoi she isn't different in the slightest. She's still Makie to him – his dear friend. Which is why he simply scoffs and returns to reading his book. As he does so he lets one hand drop down to rest on her head.

For StarlightAT; she won a raffle I held on deviantart. ^^