Onshuu, Mattanashii

Subete (Opening)

The young woman knocked on the door, but no answer came for quite a long time. This time she knocked harder, and a crash followed.

"Damnit, Sango..." she mumbled.

"Gomen nasai! One second, please!"

The grey woman smiled as the door opened to reveal someone she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Hey...do I know you?" Sango asked, staring at the grey woman.

"You might remember me."

Sango smiled. "I do. Haiiro, right? You actually look younger than last I've seen you."

"I can change appearance at will..." Haiiro explained, embarrassed.

It was true, Haiiro, several years ago, had appeared to be about twenty-four years old. And now she appeared to be fifteen or sixteen at most.

"I see."

A grin passed Sango's face, only to soon vanish. "What was his name..."

"Who?"

"That boy. He loved you."

Haiiro's eyes widened in shock. "His name was Dai." She wasn't supposed to remember that.

"Ah! It was Dai? He doesn't seem to remember your name..." she frowned.

The grey woman smiled. "Really?"

Sango shook her head. "No. But he was supposed to be coming later. Why don't you stay?"

"No. I have to go."

Sango frowned. "Okay then..."

"Oh, wait."

Sango's blue eyes flickered, noticing the odd tone in Haiiro's voice. "Yeah?"

"Do you remember...Okabe?"

She though a moment and shook her head. "I don't know any Okabe around here. Why do you ask?"

Haiiro smiled. "Nothing."

And she disappeared.

Blinking, Sango returned indoors to her small home and store. "What was that all about?"

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A/N: This was only meant to be used as a bridge between Hisoka Gansho and Onshuu.