P-kun lounged on Ko-chan's shoulder, partially veiled by her loosely bound hair, as she silently followed Dionysus back to the Mori. Her face held a strained look of concentration as she tried, with no success, to match the silver-haired guardian's stride. Why was the guardian in such a rush? And what the hell was wrong with Ko-chan?!

Since their first meeting, she had been nothing but extremely verbal… especially on subjects pertaining to him and her existence in Bishounen World… in *any* world for that matter. Demo… ima…

Silence.

*Kimi no yume wa nan deshita ka…* his thoughts trailed on, *the dream… what did you see, Ko-chan. Nani?*

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*…the dream… nani Ko-chan? nani?…* the familiar voice echoed in her mind, P-kun's voice. She turned towards him for tenth time since they began their journey back to the Mori and was met with the same contemplative stare she had been given the nine pervious times before. He hadn't said anything… yet she could still hear his voice chanting the inquiry… *nani… nani…* Turning her head slightly, she eyed the new silver-haired guardian, whose stride easily doubled hers, and still… it was the same. He hadn't heard anything. How could he have heard it if P-kun hadn't said it… but Remy *did*… and somehow, that knowledge scared her more than any nightmare could. If he could give his thoughts to her, then he could just as easily take hers as well… and that scared her.

Her life was not her own… and now, her thoughts weren't either. Is this the nature between Otaku and Guardian? Is this why P-kun always knew where she was? Always knew what she did? Always knew if there was something wrong?

She looked again at Dionysus, Celly's guardian. Why was he in such a hurry to get back to the Mori? She trotted behind him, trying to balance P-kun and match Dionysus's steps at the same time. It wasn't easy, but she could manage. This situation had proven to her and to P-kun that she was very adaptable. She accepted things easily… she might not like the circumstances, but she still believed the truth and tried to live with it… like she would try to live with this new bond between her and her guardian. Was it like this for all the Otaku and Guardians? Was it like this for Dionysus…?

She stared at his back. Is that why you're in such a rush? Is something wrong with Celly? She was still trying to contemplate his motives when the scene suddenly burst into her mind…

Celly… his Ce-ko.
Laughing…
Crying…
Gazing upon him as if he was all there was, all that really mattered…
Her warm lips beneath his…
Her sorrow… and his…
His faith…

"Wakarimasu. Ima wakarimasu." Remy whispered to herself. "You love her." She quickened her stride, a slight smile tilted her lips. He loved her, and, because of that, she knew that following him back to the Mori was what she had to do. She still didn't trust Celly… the Celly that she fought and the Celly that she just saw were not the same. Remy could sense it. The feeling was almost palpable. No, she didn't trust that Celly… but she did believe Dionysus's love for her… and his eternal faith in his Otaku was what Remy trusted.

~TBC