Noel paced about the dorm, her arms folded behind her back.

"You're going to make a hole in the floor if you keep stomping around like that," Cion whispered, worried that she'd only escalate Noel's foul mood. The doll's Observer, whom she fondly called Butters, drifted around idly next to the aggravated girl's head.

She sighed in defeat and wrapped her hands around the purple mass, kneading it like a stress ball within her palms. "I wish to help her," she said under her breath. "No, I need to help her. She's not going to get better if she continues to force everyone away from her."

"Kirin?" The brunette tilted her head and pressed a finger to her lips. "Are you talking about Kirin?"

Noel nodded somberly in response, letting the purple glob free of her grasp.

"Kirin's a bit strange," she began, looking back into the curious gaze Noel was giving her. "I'm sure she has a reason for, you know, not liking any sort of physical contact."

"She does," Noel replied in a matter of fact tone. "I know basically everything about her. And you."

Cion swallowed and quickly tried to find her words. "I, er, how? Why?"

"Basic school documents. I know everything from her blood type to the color of her undergarments," Noel threw down mamilla folders on the bed, her nose oozing blood. "Today it happens to be a refreshing, Sakura print. Pink lace."

"Noel, how do you figure that out from school documents?" Cion yelped, scooting away from the filth Noel had laid on the bed.

"It's a...separate research," Noel said, almost boldly. It was as if she was proud of her extreme stalker-like tendencies. She wiped the blood from her nose and twirled her hair.

"S-surely what you're doing is illegal!" Cion stood, cornering the smaller girl.

"Certainly not," she paused and shrugged. "They shouldn't leave so much information out in the open..."

"Noel-" Cion was cut off my the shrill tone of an alarm clock.

"Why, thank you for reminding me, Butters," Noel said, walking to the creature who was struggling to keep both itself and the alarm afloat. She bopped the snooze button and bowed her head. "I'm afraid we'll have to cut this conversation short. I have something to attend."

Cion was left shell shocked in the dorm room, the files still sprawled out on the bed.

"One thirty-five, cafeteria. Seat nearest to exit," she chanted, standing on her toes, awaiting her victim. "A minute or two late. How unusual." she turned on her heel and proceeded to return to her dorm to review her files. Maybe I miscalculated, she mused, her pace quickening. Maybe I mixed some of the documents on accident. It's highly unlikely, but it's still a-

Her thoughts were cut short when her body rammed into a unsuspecting individual. She didn't let out so much as gasp as the both of them came crashing to the ground.

"My sincerest of apologies," she muttered, her words muffled in the chest of the person's uniform. "I was in a rush."

"Noel?"

She peered up at the gleaming crimson eyes of a familiar face. The fallen girl's brows were crooked into one of obvious discomfort and concern.

"Ah, Kirin. So we meet once more. Call it fate," she sighed in dramatic effect. "How unfortunate that we must meet in these conditions."

Kirin's lips were moving, but they did not manage to produce words.

"Kirin," she said, wrapping her arms around her frazzled friend's neck. "You must understand that I am doing this for your own well being. I wish for you to be happy. Having a fear that is basically controlling your life is not something that I would presume is making you very content, now is it?"

Kirin shook her head, still unable to speak.

"I'd like to help you, but you are going to have to let me," her voice became one of a softer tone. "Will you allow me to assist you?"

Kirin's body shook, her lip quivering uncontrollably. Noel's eyes narrowed, understanding that she was near her breaking point. She stood up and patted herself down, her face still devoid of any expression. "Very well then. That's enough for today-"

The chandelier above them began to shake, mimicking Kirin's nervous movements. The chain holding the shimmering glass piece snapped, the noise echoing throughout the corridors. Noel skidded to the side, the once beautiful masterpiece shattering in the place she stood mere seconds ago. Her petite body took the blunt of the blow, but smaller shards managed to nick and maim Kirin's flawless, snow white skin.

Noel cursed to herself, both from the pain and her mistake. She shouldn't had been so aggressive in her "treatment". She shouldn't had been so selfish. The agreement should've been mutual. She fell to her knees, glass cracking from under weight. She opened her mouth, her bottom lip sliced in half.

"My apologies," was the last thing she managed to mumble before her world went dark.