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Chapter One

Sora smacked at his alarm clock, but the entire thing just fell to the floor and bounced across the room.

And it was still ringing.

"Dammit...Fujimori...grab that?"

The alarm kept on ringing, which went as no surprise to Sora. With the difficulty he usually had waking Sunao in the mornings, the pink-haired boy most likely had just rolled over with the alarm screaming just inches away from him. Sora rolled out of bed and grabbed the clock, shutting the alarm off. As he turned to sit the clock back onto it's stand, he didn't hear any movement from Sunao.

"Get up Fujimori, or else you'll be late for class." Sora spoke as he took his blanket and straightened it. Still no sign of movement from the bed behind him. Usually his roomie wasn't this bad with waking up, Sunao had yet to wake up enough to curse at Sora to leave him alone. "Fujimori, get up or..."

Sora had turned, ready to yank the covers off of Sunao, or something similar. But there we no covers. There was no Sunao. There was just an empty bed, on an empty side of the dorm room.

"Fuji...mori?"

Where was he? Where in the world had Sunao gone? Sora stood, frozen in his spot, staring at the empty bed for several seconds. Empty.

Something in his chest dropped. Sora stumbled back to sit on his bed, still staring at the empty bed with wide eyes. Where was Sunao? Where was all of his belongings?

But the more logical side to him kicked in. Sunao had moved out of the room once before, he forced himself to remember. Back before Sora could remember anything and all of those bad things were happening. But that was such a long time ago, nearly an entire year. Had Sunao been angry at him? Sora couldn't remember doing anything annoying as of late.

Matsuri.

He would know. He seemed to know everything, so he would know something as simple as where Sunao had went.

Sora dressed quickly, trying not to look at the empty side of the room. It was too quiet, too lonely. He left the room without his books, because he certainly wasn't thinking of classes. As he ran towards Matsuri's room, nearly knocking down fellow classmates, he prayed that the blonde hadn't left for class yet. It was still a bit early to leave for classes, Sora himself usually didn't leave his room for another twenty minutes or so.

He hit the Matsuri's door with his fist, catching his breath from his run. Something felt wrong about this, something deep in his heart told him that this was wrong. The door opened, a half-dressed Matsuri standing in the doorway with a bit of a confused look. When he saw who it was though, the blonde grinned widely, even if his long hair wasn't even combed yet.

"Good morning!" Matsuri announced, stepping back so Sora could enter the room. "What brings you here so early, Sora-kun?"

Sora shook his head, still catching his breath. "You...where...Fuji...Fuji..."

"Fuji?" Matsuri repeated grabbing a comb to pull through his very long hair. Really, his hair was much, much too long. Of course, Sunao's was just as long. And although both of their hair was longer than most any female's that Sora had met, their long hair seemed to just be right. Long hair on a boy wouldn't usually work, but Sora couldn't imagine them any other way.

The blue haired boy nodded, sure that Matsuri would know.

"Mt. Fuji?" The blonde questioned.

Sora stared at his friend for a moment. He then attempted to smack the blonde across the head, but missed as Matsuri took a step back.

"What the hell--not Mt Fuji!" Sora snapped. "Fujimori! Where is he? All of his stuff is gone! Did he switch rooms on me again?"

Matsuri put a finger to his cheek in thought. He had finished getting ready and now would have been the normal time that he left for class, but Sora seemed to be spazzing out on him this morning. Usually Sora's temper didn't break until at least eleven am.

"Fujimori...Fujimori..." Matsuri spoke. He prided himself in knowing who each and every person in the student body was. He usually snapped a picture of any new arrivals to make sure he would remember who they were. He said it was his responsibility to know who all of the students were.

Many just called it stalking.

He usually liked to tease his childhood friend, but for the life of him, Matsuri really didn't know what Sora was talking about.

"Isn't there a Fujimori over at the elementary school?" The blonde questioned.

Sora shook his head, wanting to grab Matsuri by the shoulders and shake the life out of him.

"Sunao! Fujimori Sunao!" Sora said, almost desperately. "He wasn't in our room when I woke up this morning! Where did he go, Matsuri?"

Matsuri's face suddenly lit up in recognition. Sora nearly sighed in relief, sure that now his friend would tell him where Sunao had gone.

But the blonde just shook his head. "Sora-kun, you're new roomie's name is not 'Fujimori Sunao'. What's with you and names? Yesterday you thought his name was 'Osamu', or something like that. And he doesn't come until tomorrow, silly."

Sora stared at the blonde for a moment, wondering why they were not on the same page. As he opened his mouth to speak again, a picture on a nearby table caught his eye. Matsuri had pictures all over the place, he was obsessed with taking photos, after all, but it was this one that Sora noticed. He stepped past Matsuri and knelt down beside the table. Picking up the framed picture, his hands shook a little.

He had seen this picture many times, it had been sitting on Matsuri's table for months now. It had been taken on their first day back to classes after the entire incident at the lab. Sunao and himself had been sitting next to each other, eating lunch, when Matsuri had come up behind them, saying something that caused both to blush hot pink. Sticking his head between the two and reaching his arm around Sora, Matsuri had taken a picture of the three, a large and silly grin on his face.

The picture in Sora's hands, however, showed Matsuri's arm around a blushing Sora, a large and silly grin on the blonde's face. That was...it.

There was no Sunao.

"Sora-kun?" Matsuri questioned, poking the blue haired boy's cheek. "What are you doing? We're going to late to class if we don't leave soon."

He dropped the picture back onto the table and spun around to face the blonde, who just blinked back at him.

Matsuri was playing games, that was it.

Sora pushed past Matsuri, running back out the door. Each and every student he came past, he asked about Sunao.

Each and every student shook their head. They didn't know who that was, sorry, time for class!

Fujimori Sunao did not exist.