It was very true that Ichiru had been really adamant about not wanting to rely on anyone for his own well being. It seemed like on the back of his mind, the more he thought about it, the more he hated it. He never knew the reason why-- but perhaps this was why he understood it to some extent. A least, to the person that he called his older twin brother.

It made sense now. Everything made sense, especially why Zero had been so very attached to him-- and even when he cried on his shoulder. It was like his vision had cleared and the feelings just kept overflowing one by one. The tug wasn't just Zero. It was definitely a lot of genuine emotions-- many of which he could remember like yesterday. Anguish, anger, sadness, loneliness, happiness and so many things in between.

Even if he had not known that Zero was wandering the halls, it was as if he felt there was a presence near him and a very familiar one at it as he started to calm down. He shot a look at the door across his room.