It couldn't be a coincidence.
He was certain Daiki had called her Takeru, but could she truly be his Takeru?
Or was it just someone bearing the same name?
"Arg."
Ryuen groaned in frustration and leaned back in the pod.
He stared at the ceiling, counting the patterns to calm himself down.
As his chest rose and fell with every breath, he still couldn't shake off the fact that Kaori bore his surname.
But his sister's name wasn't Kaori.
He clenched his fists under the blanket, gritting his teeth slightly.
There were too many unknowns, and staying still wouldn't get him any answers.
But he had to heal.
He decided then... if his body didn't cooperate by the next day, he'd have to force it to.
Silence fell moments later.
Ryuen was supposed to be asleep—or at least trying to sleep.
Instead, he sat up, pushed down the sides of the pod, pushed the cover, and swung his legs over the edge.
