"HIKARU!"

The search team ran frantically around the mountains searching for Hikaru. It had been a week since he went missing, and people were worried he'd passed away in the storm.

Among the people shining their flashlights and screaming his name, was Yoshiki, his best friend. He jumped over trees and branches, rain running down his face. He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let his best friend die. He had to hurry.

Hikaru was lying on the ground, just barely clinging to life. Damn it... maybe this mountain really was dangerous. And to think he was going to die here all because he saw a curvy tree and lost his footing. He listened as the sounds of people nearby screaming for him drew further and further. Now he was sure of it. He was gonna die here. That was until Yoshiki crouched down beside him and carried him to the men and women searching frantically. He was at death's door, blood covering his eye, cold, shaking.

Soon, Yoshiki was walking into Hikaru's hospital room. His friend was sitting up on the bed and looking out the window, a wide grin plastered on his face. He hadn't been left out of anyone's sight since he was found. If he'd been brought in just a minute later, maybe he wouldn't even be here anymore.