I just wanted to say that Kasahara is kind of like me in this fanfic, so personalities don't match up that great. Sorry .

"I can see why they are making us do guard duty now, but it's eleven at night and I'm tired," Kasahara said as she and Dojo walked down the many aisles of bookshelfs.

"We've got the day off tomorrow, Kasahara-san, stop complaining," Dojo replied. Kasahara straightened up, and yawned, looking forward to the day off the next day, but then remembered they would have to do it the week after, and sighed. They were silent once again as they walked cautiously down the empty library. All they could here was their breathing, which was very subtle. Kasahara closed her eyes, wanting to see how far she could go-the curious girl she was, and bumped into Dojo.

"Sorry, Lt. Dojo! I was just..." Kasahara tried to think of a way not to sound stupid.

"Are you really that tired, Kasahara-san?" Dojo asked, looking at her.

"No! It's just that I was curious to see how far I could go with my eyes closed and I didn't know where I was going, hence having no sight, and bumped into you. I'm not tired," Kasahara told him. He nodded.

"Well, after this round we can sit down at our desks, just as long as you don't fall asleep," Dojo said. Kasahara smiled at the thought of sleep, but blinked quickly as she felt her eyelids drooping. She could make it, Dojo couldn't see her fall asleep, he just couldn't.

Dojo was tired himself, but couldn't say anything in front of his subordinate, especially because she was sarcastic and would hold it over his head. He glanced at his watch, and turned down the hallway. It was fifteen minutes to midnight, they still had six hours before they could sleep, but they could at least sit at their desks for a while. H glanced at Kasahara who was walking beside him, and he noted that she was stepping in all the tiles in rhythm. He ignored it, but glanced again soon. It annoyed him for some reason, and he wanted her to stop.

"OCD much, Kasahara-san?" he asked sarcastically, hoping she would get the hint to stop.

"I don't have OCD you jerk! I'm just bored and don't want to walk on the seams..." she trailed off, lost in rhythm once again. They walked for a few moments, and he sighed. She had been acting weird the past few weeks, and was mildly concerned. When they were halfway back to their desks, he stopped her. He felt her forehead, and noted it didn't feel warm, but her cheeks did.

"What was that?" she asked as they continued their walk.

"I wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick," he answered.

"What's to you if I am?"

"Is it a crime for a lieutenant to be worried about his subordinate?" Dojo asked shortly.

"...No," Kasahara mumbled. They were silent again and didn't speak until they reached their desks.

"Kasahara, what's up with you lately?" Dojo asked, busying himself with papers so he didn't have to look at her. Kasahara blushed madly, but looked down at her desk.

"Nothing, why?"

"Well, you've been weird, and I was just wondering if something was wrong," Dojo told her, then quickly added: "As your superior, I feel I might be able to help." Kasahara took a deep breath, swallowing a sob, not wanting to cry in front of Dojo. She knew that she needed to talk to someone about it.

"My brother is...Well he...He was...Dojo, my brother's in jail," she clenched her fists. Dojo held his breath, not expecting something like this. He had to look at her now. He swiveled around in his chair, and turned her chair so she had to look at him.

"Why?" he asked.

"He was stealing from the library! He was the robber who came here last month, the one I wouldn't look at. That was my brother, Dojo," she said, her eyes filling with tears. Dojo remembered that, he had caught that robber, not knowing it was his subordinates' brother. "I know that he deserves to be caught, but...Dojo, he's been sending me hate mail." Dojo shook his head in disapproval for her brother.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he wanted to know.

"I didn't know how and couldn't. I'm sorry..." she said, and wiped away her tears. Dojo burned with hate for that man in him. When he saw him again, he would make sure he was sorry for what he did, sending his sister hate mail, it wasn't right, especially since she was fighting for the freedom of books. He put a hand on her shoulder, and pulled her close to him, and hugged her gently. She didn't squirm, but cried on his shoulder.

"It's all right, Kasahara-san. Don't think about him, he's just mad," Dojo tried to make her feel better. She took a deep breath, and pulled away.

"I know, but they were very...not nice, and he swore at me, and cursed me, and said that when he saw me next he would hurt me," Kasahara rubbed her eyes, and sighed. Dojo bit his lip and thought poorly of her brother. 'When I find him... oh when I find him. His own sister for crying out loud! He must know how fragile she is, he must! Does he think she's gonna get him out? She's better than that, I know she is. He better rot in Hell for sending his sibling hate mail...' Dojo thought more bad things about her brother, and very explicitly.

"I'll make sure he doesn't anymore, Kasahara-san. I'll call up the prison, you won't be getting any more mail," Dojo told her, and dialed the prison on his cell. She listened to him talk, her breath shaky as she remembered the last letter he sent. He threatened to tell their mom and dad that Kasahara was in training, not just a librarian. They would certainly take her home if they found out, and she couldn't let that happen.

Dojo hung up, and went back to work, and Kasahara pretended to, her mind blank and hands shaking.

God I suck XD

Kasahara is kind of like me in this, sorry, I didn't know how to write her character, hence this being my first Library War fanfic . I will do better, but for the rest of this story, she has to be like this, my other stories will be more accurate ^_^

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