• "Aiden? Aiden, where are you?" Raito's voice resonated in the darkness, almost as if he stood inside.

    "He isn't yours anymore," came a smug, taunting voice. "He's my little Pastel now."

    A growl grew in the raven-haired boy's throat; a growl that soon became a roar that echoed in the darkness. He waited until the echoes subsided. When all was silent, the boy fell to his knees, tears streaking down his cheeks. "Why, Aiden? I thought... I thought you loved me. I thought you'd never leave me..."

    "Raito... Raito..."

    His head jerked up at the sound of his name. "Aiden? Is that... is that you?"

    "Raito!"

    His eyes snapped open before instantly squeezing shut in the bright light. He blinked several times in order to adjust to the change from the darkness. Above him were two faces. Two that he disliked very much for being involved with that evil group that stole his lover. "What do you want?" he snapped up at them, propping his body up on his elbow, rubbing his eyes with his fist.

    "You were supposed to be at the church and hour ago!" the snowy-haired girl hissed down at Raito.

    He slumped back down on the bed. "Why should I go back there? Aiden'll just ignore me again."

    Photography had had it with this boy. So annoyed by his negativity, she broke. Her palm made contact with the side of his face, hard. "How many times do I have to tell you not to give up on him? There's still a small part inside Aiden that loves you! Awaken that part and he'll be yours again. Come on, Digi, we're leaving." With that, she stomped out of Raito's room.