Two days passed and there was still no sign of Hotohori's mirror. Hotohori, Tasuki, and all of the palace inhabitants looked in every room, every drawer, and every possible place that the mirror could have been placed. In desperation, Hotohori even drained the pond that was in the beautiful palace gardens, hoping that the mirror would be at the bottom or wedged into the murky, wet mud. Unfortunately, it was not and Hotohori retired to his room at the end of the day, tired and disappointed. As he entered his room, he carelessly tossed off his shoes that made his feet ache and he fell facedown onto his bed, letting out a large sigh. He burrowed his head into his bed's soft pillows, his face feeling the soft fabrics and linens that covered them. Hotohori wrapped his arms around a large pillow and pressed it closer to his face. His eyelids started to suddenly grow heavy and before he knew it, he was fast asleep and he started to dream…

"Hey Hotohori, close your eyes!" Miaka giggles as she hid her hands behind her back. Hotohori smiled brightly, his eyes glowing. "What's behind your back Miaka? Is it for me?" He smirked, waiting for Miaka to produce whatever she held behind her. He stepped closer to her, but she backed away quickly.

"Wait a minute! I'll show you, now close your eyes…" She waited for him to close his eyes so that she can surprise him. Hotohori, seeing that he wouldn't win this fight, closed his eyes, a smile still across his face. Miaka, seeing that his eyes are closed, she pulls out her hands, revealing a small handheld mirror.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Hotohori asked impatiently. "Yes, now you can." Miaka responded. Hotohori opened his eyes and in her hands, he saw the smallest mirror he has ever seen.

"Miaka…it's, so small…where did you get it?" Hotohori asked questionably, looking at the small compact mirror.

"Its from my home, ya know, in the other world." Miaka placed the mirror in his hand. As she did so, her hand brushed lightly against his. Butterflies could be felt in both of their stomachs. Hotohori examined the mirror closely and smiled brightly.

"I love it, I will treasure it always." He gazed at her with happiness and gratitude in his eyes. Miaka just smiled.

"I thought you would like it. You could use it when you are traveling around and you need a mirror to look in or something."

Hotohori looked at the mirror again and then looked at Miaka. Both of them had smiles on their faces. Hotohori opened his arms and wrapped them around Miaka, holding her in a tight embrace.

"Thank you Miaka…for everything."

Hotohori eyes suddenly open up and he looked around. Everything was darker in the room than before. He also found his vision to be blurry. He then realized that he has been crying. He wiped his eyes and rested his head on the pillow again. Hotohori then let out a small, painful sigh, saying only one word.

"Miaka…"