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Nene POV:

It suddenly clicked in my brain. 

The potion wasn't what Sakura had claimed it to be after all. 

Tsukasa POV:

I grinned, lying back on the couch. By now that girl should've given the potion to Hanako. Hopefully it'd worked. 

It had been a shapeshifter potion. Sakura had designed it especially so whoever the potion touched, they would become somebody entirely different and unrecognisable. Now, finally, my brother could rest in peace as somebody different, his original form forgotten to the world. Now, what a big favour was that? 

I grinned.

Nene POV:

I touched my red hair, then my small nose, then my thin shins. Of course. Sakura had lied. It was a potion that changed my appearance. 

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I'D BEEN TRICKED! AGAIN! I threw my mirror on the ground angrily and watched it shatter to pieces and tears slid down my cheeks. This was all going horribly wrong. Now what was I to do? My plan to recover Hanako was gone and apparently SO WAS MY OWN FACE! Usually I'd go to Hanako for help, but now...

"Hey.. hey, why're you crying?" I looked up in suprise. Hanako crouched beside me, his face an expression of morbid confusion. "Hey? Stop crying, please. You're ruining my already ruined day."

Huh?

Oh, right. He couldn't recognise me, but he could see me because of our bond. Apparently, that hadn't broken because of that darn potion. "HANAKO-KUN! HANAKO-KUN, PLEASE, IT'S ME, YASHIRO NENE, PLEASE HELP ME, IT WAS THAT POTION, THAT THING-" I sobbed. 

"Hey, hey, calm down." Hanako reached out to me and when his hand came in contact with mine, his eyes widened as if he hadn't expected to be able to touch me. "How can I touch you? How can I see you? How do you know me? Ah.... who are you?"

"I'M YASHIRO NENE!" I shouted. "Please, please believe me, I really am! It was that potion... Sakura... I'd tried to give it to you but... Please help me, Hanako-kun, please!"

"What are you on about?" Hanako slowly started to back away. "Sakura? Potion? What? Listen, I don't know how you know me, but I definetly don't know you..."

"Wait! Hanako-kun! Wait, wait, I'm Yashiro, I am, just please listen-" I reached out desperately, but by then he was gone. 

Hanako POV:

With a snap, I was back in my bathroom. I pulled out my old phone that I'd been given and dialed Yashiro's number with trembling fingers. 

That girl had been so strange. Maybe she'd just been out of her mind, tramautized or something. Maybe she'd had a bad dream. Either way... It was fine. It didn't... it was probably nothing. 

Desperately, I tried to put her out of my mind as my phone rang. Please, please pick up, I thought, because it'd been long enough now and I'd forgiven her a long time ago and please, I just wanted to see her again and explain what had just happened.

My phone kept ringing. 

I frowned at it, slowly panicking more and more. She should have picked up by now. Hadn't she been so desperate to talk to me just a few days ago? What had changed? Had I gone overboard with the cold shoulder? 

I jabbed at the phone. Eventually the message 'unable to pick up' came up and I threw my phone out the window angrily. 

The glass broke. The mokke swarmed around it and I soberly sat on the floor as they cleaned the glass shards up. 

Time skip

She hadn't called me back. After I'd rage quitted with my phone I'd gone back and retrieved it, fixing it up. But there was no call from her. Not even a voicemail, for five more weeks. 

Slowly, I started giving up. She probably hated me. She probably didn't want to ever see me again. I couldn't blame her. I'd been a horrible person, been a total hypocrite, all because I was salty that she'd left me behind. But in truth, I was the one who'd left her behind, because I'd never made any effort to walk back to her. 

So if she walked away, maybe it was time I moved on and did so too.

Five weeks is enough for any apparition to give up, isn't it? 

So one day I called Renee and talked to her. It'd been the most comfortable and happy I'd felt in the past month. Finally, to have someone to talk to, someone who understood me and cared for me. We agreed on a long-distance relationship till she could come back to Japan. 

Part of me felt bad. Part for me hurt, because I still loved Yashiro and I wanted to know she still loved me. But she didn't, she couldn't, and I couldn't be down in the dumps for the rest of my unlife. 

She wouldn't want that for me.

A/N: you guys still hate hanako-