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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Me From Before&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;In the middle of their date&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Talk to me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We were having lunch at a cafe.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Drinking our coffee, he started off by asking me that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
By &amp;quot;he,&amp;quot; I mean Tomoya Okazaki, another student... Or perhaps I should say upperclassman?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, whatever.  He&#039;s the guy I&#039;m going out with.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;About what?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How about your past?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What kind of request is that?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tomoya sighed in disapproval.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A normal one, of course.  I want to know everything about you.  I want to like everything about you.  I want to know how you lived, how you were back before we met, everything.  Even your plans for the future.  We&#039;ll be together from now on, so tell me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He was the type of guy to throw around such embarrassing statements without hesitation.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Making sure none of the workers were around, I sneaked a kiss in.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I suppose I&#039;ll tell you, then.  But, promise me you&#039;ll believe what I&#039;m going to tell you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course I will.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, then let&#039;s begin.  Back then, I would do nothing but get in fights all day.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I pointed to the pyramid of cubed sugar at the side of our table.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It was just like those sugar cubes.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Anotherstory-04-01.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What was?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The pile of bodies of the delinquents.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;........&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You don&#039;t believe me, do you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, no.  You&#039;re mistaken.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really now?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He had a serious look on his face.  I grabbed and held his hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I guess it can&#039;t be helped......  This is a story of the one time I had resigned myself to defeat.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;The Past&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
THUMP!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With a dull thud, another body was added to the pile.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who couldn&#039;t think of others.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who cound think of none but themselves.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People who lived with only thoughts of themselves.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was they who were in that pile.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Annoying bastards...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I turned around... and she stood before me.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath the waning moon, a young girl in unfamilar clothing stood waiting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She stared at me with the same piercing light as the moon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you the rumored &#039;hunter&#039; that is said to appear on the moonlit nights?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Avenging someone?  Stop now.  I&#039;ve seen many like yourself.  I&#039;ve beaten them all at their own game.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I scared her off.  Or, at least, I tried to.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But, the glint in her eyes did not change.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is not revenge for someone.  I just cannot forgive evil beings.  Especially ones like yourself, those who flaunt their overwhelming power.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I do try to only fight certain types of people.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I do not care.  You will part with your power here.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She dashed towards me.  The distance between us closed.  She was here in but a moment.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it was easy to dodge such a straight-forward attack.  I twisted my body.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A sound of slicing, and then she was past me.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I still remember the burning sensation in my shoulder.  It spread in an instant.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was bleeding.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The sword she held in her hand dully reflected the moonlight.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Anotherstory-04-02.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I apologize for my unfair methods.  But you have no chance to win like this.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My arm wouldn&#039;t move.  I couldn&#039;t stop it from bleeding.  It may have been just as she said.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Evil will always yield to justice.  Those who follow the path of righteousness are stronger.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is their divine gift.  Remember that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not more than a moment after she finished speaking, a white flash came from above and to the right of me.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I rolled away.  In my place was the light of the moon.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...... You could still dodge?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If I see it, I can dodge it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I see.  Then....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Muttering to herself, she closed the gap between us in a single bound.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I moved to dodge the sword in her right hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From the bottom right..... It was fast!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In an instant, I threw myself away from the blade, rolling on the ground to evade the attack.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One after the other, the attacks kept coming.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Slipping past one of her swings, I let loose a spinning back kick.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But, she wasn&#039;t there.  She had disappeared from before my very eyes... or so it seemed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A chill ran through my back, and, for a moment, my vision went dark...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time I noticed the moonlight being blocked, I twisted and instead kicked to my side.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
THUD!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A hit.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With that much force behind it, I was able to clear a fair distance between us.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It would seem I scored a direct hit to her chest.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She held her sword held oddly, and the hem of her skirt was torn just a bit.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;To be able to change your stance mid-air like that, it seems just like one of those joke martial arts....&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s not impossible to do.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I had not the confidence I could do it again.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn&#039;t be able to do anything at this rate.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I would be down in a single blow, and I had not a clue how to attack her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If I was just able to return even a single blow to her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had no time to think, the next attack was coming.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could just barely see the blade.  If I could use my arm, I could possible knock the sword to one side and counter attack.  But my right arm had been cut and wouldn&#039;t move.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Leaning back to avoid the next blow, I took a large step back.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt something on my ankle.  One of the delinquents who should have been knocked out was grabbing it and I lost my balance.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How unfortunate.  Prepare to die.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Without a second&#039;s hesitation, she brandished her sword.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
.... I wouldn&#039;t be able to dodge it.  At that moment,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Use thiiiiss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something flying towards me at a high speed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Even I thought I was clutching at straws, but still I reached out for...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wow.... Just like in manga.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tomoya let out a sigh of admiration.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What was it that came flying?  A sword?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;As if it would be so convenient.  It was a steel pipe.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good enough of a weapon for me.  I see.  So, you took that and fought back.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, not quite.  This part was almost like it came straight out of a manga.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I reached out, but I couldn&#039;t get to it.  Instead....&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A dull &amp;quot;thwack!&amp;quot; resounded as the steel pipe crashed into the side of her head.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oops, my bad...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She crumpled to the ground on her knees and didn&#039;t move for a while.  While I had the chance, I shook off the delinquents hand from my ankle.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;She might be mad at me for that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It seemed out of character for him to act dumb.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over, I saw a sloppily dressed man slapping the cheeks of the delinquents and calling out to them, trying to wake them up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Ebisu--!  If you&#039;re awake, answer!  If you&#039;re dead, answer as well!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who are you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Still a bit shocked, I asked him that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The leader of these guys.  But damn, what losers.  Getting beat up by a single woman.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He talked to me without turning around.  He seemed rather composed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahahahaha!  You got a footprint on your face.  Damn, I shoulda brought a camera.  Would&#039;ve been priceless.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He seemed quite different from the rest of them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The group of delinquents started waking up.  When they saw the guy, they looked ashamed and just sort of shrugged their shoulders with a bitter smile on their faces.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Come on, you guys.  Get out of here and stop messing with their fight.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The guy looked happy, sitting there in the middle of the embankment, with his can of coffee in his hand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This isn&#039;t a show, you know.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t say that.  Seeing two girls going at each other with all their might?  This isn&#039;t something to miss!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Saying that, he let out a loud laugh.  Strangely enough, I didn&#039;t really mind.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And who do you think was the one to interfere!?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She finally stood up and let out that outburst.  I could understand her feelings.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah yeah.  I got it.  I&#039;ve finished my business here, so I&#039;ll be leaving.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What business?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Came to stop these guys.  I heard they were all going to gang up on you, and I don&#039;t like that kind of method.  Didn&#039;t except every single one of them to get the shit beaten out of &#039;em, though.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He laughed.  Looking around, all of them had their heads hanging.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you&#039;re displeased, I&#039;m always up for another round.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, what a pleasure.  It&#039;s their fault for being weak.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, weak!?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;re not weak, Kazu!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A torrent of complaints arose.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What?  You all lost to a single girl.  That&#039;s what people call &#039;weak.&#039;&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With that statement, all the complaints just stopped.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And that&#039;s how it is.  Also, sorry about that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;About what?  There&#039;s nothing for you to apologize about.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thought I had bothered your fight.  Well, if ever you feel like it, try talking to these guys.  They&#039;re really not that bad of a bunch.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
~&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And the man left.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who was that guy...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who knows?  I still don&#039;t know who he was even now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I would have liked to have met him again, but I have yet to cross paths with him ever since.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;.... So, was the fight over?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Putting down his glass, he turned towards me and asked that.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, she just had a light concussion.  She recovered in that period of time and we started once again.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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~&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had lost count of the times I had dodged her attacks, and the times I had thought I was done for.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I gasped for breath.  The tension was leaving my mouth and throat parched.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
... You&#039;re going to lose.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A part of myself whispered that to me, over and over.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Even so, I was still calm for some reason.  But, little by little, I was resigning myself to my fate.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if this is what it&#039;s like to lose.  Slowly, but surely, having your hopes whittled away.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And suddenly, I lost consciousness.  Or what felt like it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I could feel nothing but the slight pain and heat from my right arm.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped and turned around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She was basked in moonlight, as though it were natural for her to be there.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Brandishing her sword, she walked towards me with a light gait.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The wind started blowing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The yells matched the howl of the wind perfectly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Anotherstory-04-03.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With my last bit of energy, I turned and dodged.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of metal rang clearly.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A cherry blossom fluttered onto her shoulder.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a cherry tree.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From where I dodged, the trunk of a cherry tree stood.  Her sword was lodged deeply into it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Using my knee, I broke off the handle of the sword.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I have... lost to evil?  But... I am one of justice...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dropping the handle, she said that with a dumbfounded look on her face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is there a strength that transcends both good and evil...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t know.... But I was stronger.  Isn&#039;t that all it is?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There&#039;s no way that should be.... I even got a surprise attack off... and after that, I was the only one attacking... I should have been the stronger one...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, I guess this means I&#039;m not evil.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I said that with a grin on my face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Leaving that aside, there&#039;s no way you can&#039;t be evil!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
An immediate comeback.  She seemed like a really interesting person.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Would you tell me one thing, before you go...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She asked me that as I was about to leave.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What is it... that you seek?  Authority?  Even more power than you have now?  Or perhaps only to satiate your thist for violence?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I do not know.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Still facing away from her, I answered.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All I know... is that it somewhere, sometime that is not now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So... you seek the future.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She summarized it so.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was only then that I noticed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What I sought for... was the future.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A place different from now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;At school&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You beat a girl weilding a sword with your bare hands?  ... Are you serious...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You don&#039;t believe me, do you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, no.  You&#039;re mistaken.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really now?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He gave me a serious look, and held my hand tighter.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I guess I&#039;ll let that go...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Outside the shop, there were a number of people waiting.  Looking around, the shop was full.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Noticing this, Tomoya picked up the check.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I guess we ought to leave now.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We picked up our bags and stood up.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I left the check to Tomoya.  A girl&#039;s supposed to have her boyfriend treat her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt a little bad about leaving him with the check, but I make him lunch and stuff on our days off.  I guess we&#039;re even then.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We returned to school.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
As we were passing the gates, Tomoya got an uncomfortable look on his face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What&#039;s wrong?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;re going arm-in-arm into the school?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why not?  The whole school already knows about it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Whatever... When did I become such a boy-in-love type of character...?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We walked arm-in-arm.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There was a group of students gathered in front of the gym.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi, what&#039;s happening?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tomoya stopped and asked the nearest student.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;The winner of last year&#039;s inter-high kendo matches came to challenge our kendo club.  You know how weak they are.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, that&#039;s boring... Let&#039;s go, Tomoyo.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tomoya turned away and started walking towards the school.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was pulled along by Tomoya.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was a bit happy; this was girlish.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The only one I&#039;d allow to do this is you, Tomoya.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I left that unsaid.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I couldn&#039;t control myself and smiled.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I probably look like an idiot in love right now.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We passed by a girl wearing another school&#039;s outfit.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Heh.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She laughed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So that&#039;s the future you were looking for.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was pulled along by Tomoya, not stopping.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if I knew her.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Well, it doesn&#039;t matter.  Let&#039;s go.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The time I pass with Tomoya is more precious, and brings me more happiness, than anything else.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;The End&#039;&#039;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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