I really had trouble figuring out how this story was going to go. But then I got over it. Hope you like it!

"I know you saved me and all, but that doesn't mean you can barge into my room!"

I can tell from the way the door is limply swinging open that she broke the lock to get in. Is she a robber looking for something-why else would she come in and enter my subconscious. Oh God, was she going to pull some Inception thingy on me?

Hoodie struggles to get to her feet, holding her hand on her chest as if something was grabbing at it.

"Well, are going to answer me, Hoodie?" I'm really not in the mood for this and I'll admit, I'm being a little drama-queenesque, but who can blame me? Hoodie mumbles something incoherently with her head down.

"Can you speak up?"

Abruptly, she opens her hand while pointing at me and a blue sword that has streaks of crimson. Its tip rests under my chin, leaving me petrified.

"Shut up," she snarls sinisterly. I simply plop back down on the bed with a horrified gaze. What's wrong with this girl? I mean, I think I can take her but, I value my life. "Ugh-ngh, do not…let me hurt you."

Hoodie turns towards the door and storms out, slamming the broken door behind her. I exhale deeply, relieved that I dodged two bullets in one afternoon. She sounded a lot calmer, still monotone, but nonetheless I wasn't scared of her when I was dreaming; but now, she was a totally different person. Oh well, guess who's never going to bed?

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I fold my arms as I maunder throughout the streets. It's exactly 8:30pm and it says on the giant electronic screen that it's 45 degrees out here. I'm glad I could afford to buy these new clothes with the money I made from the missions 'cause it's freezing out here! Besides, I used to love taking night walks alone at home, and it would be cold like this.

I find a bench to sit on and simply gaze up at the invisible stars. Sometimes, I think that I belong up there with the stars and the moon.

"Mom," I asked while sitting in the car, staring up at the pursuing moon. "Did you go to space?"

Mom chuckled and glanced at both Haruki and I in her rearview mirror. "Why would ask something like that?"

"'Cuz I want to," Haruki and I replied simultaneously. "And…I wanna sleep on the moon!"

"You two kids are too much."

I sigh depressingly, still looking up at the night sky. Will I ever find you guys? As I start to drop my head sleepily, a black figure darts across the top of a building.

"What is that?" I get off the bench, and follow the dark figure with my eyes. It darts across the buildings like a ninja pursuing its prey. My itching curiosity gets the best of me; soon, I'm running alongside the figure, trying my best to catch up to the mysterious thing. Already after ten seconds of lightly jogging, I slow down and lean against a fire hydrant. Whoever that girl is, I bet she's long gone by now-damn, I really should have done more working out in the gym.

Ooh, she's stopping at the edge of that apartment building. I'll go check it out.

I raise the radar to the sky, hoping for a signal. "Loading, please wait…" it says, as if it wants to raise my anxiety levels. Please work, come on, come on, come on.

"Why?" I shake the radar as it reads "no signal" without sympathy. This is of no use to me, I should just stick to finding normal gemstones-it seems to be all I'm good at. I don't even feel like stealing anything tonight-it's too cold and I'm too tired. What good is this stupid radar to me now that it can't track their location?

As I drop the radar through the slits of the platform for the escape ladder, I don't hear it clang against the ground. Instead I hear a quiet, "ow".

"Spying on me I see," I jump from the railing to the lower railing to intimidate the spy. "Kid what do you want?"

"I was just-hey, I remember you," the girl angrily points out while still hanging onto the escape ladder.

"Well I don't remember you, that's for sure. Run along home now."

"You don't remember me at all?"

The nearby street lamp isn't enough to help me recognize the spy.

"I don't have time to talk to you kid." I swing upward, landing on my feet, ready to leave. I see plenty of people every day, why would I remember some kid anyway?

"You don't remember wanting my Chaos Emerald?" she continues tentatively. The girl's face appears in my head; that girl who wouldn't hand over that Chaos Emerald and called me Spandex or something along those lines.

"Oh! Now I remember you-you've come back for payback? Or maybe you found a Chaos Emerald you're willing to share?" I ask suggestively.

"Uh no."

"So what are you-oi, I don't have time for this."

I skip down to the ground, snatch the radar I dropped, and turn it on. Blast it, this radar isn't picking anything up. How am I going to-

"Hold on."

The gears in my head begin to click. From what Don mentioned to me before, about there being three shooting stars that can track down the Chaos Emeralds. Could this girl be one of trackers? There's only way to find out.

"Hey, get down here kid," says Spandex Girl suspiciously.

Why did I have to be too curious for my own good? I let go of the handle and drop right next to her, losing my footing because of the small wedge under my boots. Spandex Girl smirks at me innocently, while her eyes slyly scan my outfit.

"You're gonna help me with something," she states as opposed to kindly asking.

"Do I have a choice?"

"If you help me, you live. If you don't, then you'll-"

Using this opportunity, I essay a fast jab in the face; she sees what I'm doing, snatches my wrist and raises it over our heads, and kicks my rib cage. Oh God, I feel it trembling as I try to fall on my knees and wrap my other arm around it, but Spandex Girl keeps me from falling.

"Don't try to get sneaky now. I'm just asking you for a simple favor, and when you do it, we'll be total strangers, destined to never meet again," she says convincingly. "Capiche?"

Sucking in a sharp breath, I close my eyes and nod, giving in to her demand. "What-is it?"

"Track down a Chaos Emerald."

"And why would I-"

She pulls harder on my hand. "Don't ask, just do what I tell you. Think hard and concentrate."

I picture the large gem in my head, shining brightly in the vacuum in my head. It's an inexplicable feeling, but I feel as if I'm connected to the gem. But it's so far away, and I can sense more than one in the same spot. A plethora maybe?

"Ok, ok, I can feel them! Let go of my arm already," I hastily insist. Spandex Girl releases my arm and disregards my need to cringe on the ground by hovering over my back.

"Let's get moving then, while the night's still young."

What did I get myself into?