[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh3FgVv24-0]???[/url][/h3][center][color=royalblue]"Welcome, to the Velvet Room..."[/color][/center]

	Sato awoke at what seemed to be a dining table, deep blue covering the entirety of this dining room. His own clothes had been changed into some kind of formal wear. Despite the weird setting he suddenly found himself in, Sato did not feel alarmed. Calmly, he looked around him, spotting silhouettes seated around the table, as well as one more visible girl and the speaker, with his companion at his side. Though he recognized who the shadows and the girl were, he couldn't place the names. He was not frustrated with this, and instead focused his attention back to the speaker: a man with an extremely long nose, the rest of his unsettling face fitting.

	[color=royalblue]"This is a place between mind, and matter, dreams, and reality. I see we have two more guests joining us this time. I am Igor, and this is my assistant, Henrietta."[/color] He motioned towards his blonde companion. She seemed very posh, if not a bit arrogant. [color=royalblue]"To have two in here at once... it has been a long time since I've had the pleasure, of having more than a single guest in here at any single time. Let's see... You.. have drawn the Fortune. To choose one's destiny is one of the many facets of life, but whether or not you can execute that choice is an entirely other matter. It appears you nearly simple gave into a predetermined fated, I'm sure you will agree."[/color]

	Sato nodded at this, noting the inscription on the table before him of 'Fortune'. The strange man continued on to address the girl. [color=royalblue]"And you, have drawn the Priestess arcana... A very pleasant arcana if I do say so myself, it represents the feminine, and means untapped wisdom or power... Which for you would have remained untapped if not for some persistent people yes? But... Now is not yet time to go any further..."[/color]

	[color=royalblue]"Henrietta,"[/color] He said, clicking his fingers together. The elegant woman walked around the table, passing he and the girl velvet keys. [color=royalblue]"This is the key to this room, in due time you will find yourself returning here of your own will, but until then... Farewell."[/color]

	As if the man had given him permission to, Sato's consciousness began to slip again. His eyes began to close, and while he didn't try to, he wouldn't have been able to keep them open no matter how hard he tried. For the third time, a sweet emptiness embraced him. Though... it felt less like an emptiness now, and instead a warm bed in his heart.

[hr][h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f-dFZRmiFs]Warakuma Hospital[/url][/h3][b]JUNE 1ST 2015, MONDAY
Mid-day[/b]
	That dream... or was it a dream? It felt real, but it was so... not real. Everything that had happened over the past few days felt unreal. That man had said Sato had drawn the 'Fortune'. Wasn't that an arcana in tarot reading? What was that being that came from that doppelganger? Where was he taken to after being kidnapped? Nobody would believe him if he tried to say what happened, and he could hardly believe it himself.

	The clattering of a door opening brought Sato's attention back to present moment. He'd been in and out for the last day he'd been in the hospital, none of what had happened yet registering in his mind. It'd been a blur of resultless diagnosis, motherly visits, and sleeping. The only thing he could recall as he opened his eyes was that strange dream. To his surprise, a familiar face other than his mother had entered.

	Rokurou awkwardly shut the door behind him and stood in front of a chair in that 'I don't actually want to be here and you need to know that' kind of way. A silence followed the boy, pressing down on Sato's chest like a weight. It was a feeling he'd always felt prior to being administered to the hospital, or rather, the events that had transpired that lead up to the hospitalization. Neither started saying anything, so Rokurou gave a sigh and went to leave the room.

	"Wait!" Sato blurted out, extending a hand out.

	He reclosed the door. "Look," Rokurou started, "I'm only here because your mom kept bugging me to come. I got sick of those depressing voice mails so I came. Tell her that I did."

	"Rokurou, don't leave yet." Sato said, pushing himself up from the hospital bed, a few steps towards Rokurou taken. "I need to talk to you."

	Letting out another sigh, Rokurou slumped against the wall. "Fine."

	"Look... I- I know I've been a total ass recently. Or forever or whatever. But I just need to tell you, that I'm so, [i]so[/i], sorry for everything I've done to you and everyone. I can't... I mean, I really want to be friends with you guys and I fucked that up so hard, that I--"

	"Shut up." And Sato looked like a kicked puppy. Especially since Rokurou wouldn't meet his eyes. "I get it, you're sorry. Don't be such a baby about it. I... I guess I know where you're coming from though. I can't say I didn't do that kind of stuff to people I care about..."

	"Yeah, but--"

	"Let me finish! My point is, don't let that kinda stuff drag you down. It's in the past, ok? Now stop looking like I beat you up or something."

	"Does that mean...?"

	Rokurou rolled his eyes, huffing as loud as he could. "Fine, fuck! I forgive you, okay? I was a dick too."

	"Roku, I'm really glad you said that." Maybe that was too much... Whatever. Sato earned being a cheeseball for once, after whatever the hell happened happened.

	"First, don't call me that. Ever. Second, don't make this weird. If you're going to be so sappy over it, you're gonna have to help me sort out all the shit in my room before we're even. I'll text ya when I'm free." And with that, he was gone. The same clattering noise as the taller boy left the room, leaving Sato to his own devices again. With little else to do before being able to check out, Sato sat on the edge of his bed. His regular clothes, tattered and dirty, rested on a chair next to the wall. A good shower was all he wanted.