There was a night here . It wasn't long, and it really wasn't dark enough to merit being called night .

Urufu said it was a filthy habit, but Yukio had seen him smoke occasionally . Apparently he was a heavy smoker reformed .

Advertis.e.m.e.nt 'Reformed . Only you would use an expression like that, Urufu . ' Transitioning into this world and a body that had yet to taste a cigarette .

In a few days Yukio would do the same . He and Kyoko .

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'What will it feel like?' He drew a lungful and watched the tip of his cigarette grow brighter . With a flick of his finger he twisted ash from it and stared into the night .

A little closer to the sh.o.r.e someone spoke silently . Yukio strained his ears to hear better . Eavesdropping didn't make him feel ashamed at all . Not any longer .

A few days more . After that almost everyone he knew would be gone . Or rather he would be gone .

'Those aren't words . Not even in Swedish . ' Then he understood what he was listening to . Someone sobbing .

'One of the kids drinking too much?' Yukio killed his cigarette and began walking down the hill to find out .

Halfway to the sobbing sounds he stopped in his tracks . It was Kuri . Well, he guessed she counted as one of the kids drinking too much . 'So you're remembering what you did? What you both did . ' Because that was the problem . Both of them . Urufu and Kuri . So much effort spent scarring each other in an attempt to protect the other . And so many others hurt because of that .

Urufu might be his best friend still, but Yukio refused to place all blame on Kuri . For being so brilliant both had behaved like first cla.s.s idiots .

'Why, you two? Why make it so difficult?' The question brought his thoughts to Kyoko . 'What's so hard about falling in love with a wonderful girl and then stick to her no matter what?'

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