"Renge, she's a Pretty Cure!" Renny tweeted with utter joy.

"I...what..what just happened?" Literature asked languidly as she stared down at her hands. She grabbed locks of her hair and witnessed how pink and silky it became.

"What's going on?" She asked quietly.

"Renge, you're one the academic warriors of aptitude, you're a Pretty Cure!" Renny cried.

"A Pretty..Cure?" Literature repeated in bewilderment. She looked down at her body, admiring the dress that her school uniform was switched out for. It was, tremendous, beautiful even. All red and pink and covered with hearts, she'd never seen herself in such an outfit. She then looked at the Delinquous in front of her, the monster glowering down to her as it anticipated her next move. She gripped her hands into fists. Was she going to be able to help Renny now? Not that she was intending to originally, but with this transformation, it appeared she had just volunteered herself as tribute.

"So, just so we're clear..I am one of those aptitude warriors, right?" Literature asked Renny. The orange bird nodded his head vigorously. She then took a deep breath and attempted to let her 'instincts take over' or whatever magical girls did when they became skilled fighters out of nowhere. She ran up to the Delinquous and drove a kick into it swiftly as if to try and knock it off it's feet. But it didn't work. The Delinquous then swung a claw down to Cure Literature and testing the waters of her newfound powers, she darted up high into the air. She half-expected she would've been able to reach greater heights (literally) with these powers, but what she didn't expect was for this ability to quickly put her at a disadvantage. As she was in mid-air, admiring the view that her feet took her to, she failed to notice the Delinquous reaching out to grab her with it's humongous hands.

The Delinquous caught her with ease and before she knew it, she was dangling upside down, forty feet in the air. It was then that the wonder of this fantasy was torn apart by this harsh, unforgiving reality. Literature turned pale with total fear and then shortly realized this really wasn't a game, far from it. From the grasp of the Delinquous, she found her trying to break free from it's grip while screaming at Renny.

"Renny, do something!" she wailed, flailing around in the Delinquous' grip. She beat her fists against the hand of the Delinquous but it appeared to be completely unaffected by her attacks. She was running out of breath and patience fast, she felt her heart beat quicker with each and every second pass. Renny looked up at his newly discovered heroine with a look of dismay on his face.

"There's not much I can do!" Renny called out to her as he watched the red Cure thrash about within the grip of the Delinquous' grip. This battle was cringe-worthy for his side; were the Pretty Cure supposed to be this weak? He really hoped not. His best hope was that this was only her first day on the job, so of course she probably wouldn't be that..adept on the first try.

Literature decided that she had done enough to try and break free from his grasp by this kind of force, so there was only one thing left she could do right now. Shutting her eyes as tight as possible, she bit into the thumb of the Delinquous as hard as she could and after a few moments, a great pain shot through the Delinquous, causing it to flinch and thrust Literature out of it's grip.

"Yes!" She cheered before she realized how high up in the air she was. Once she looked down, she immediately began to panic.

"Oh god, alright..if I don't land this I may as well be a stain on the ground. Great.." She said to herself as she began to free fall. She somehow landed in perfect condition and returned to her biggest issue at the moment: the Delinquous. It stood there patiently waiting for her next move. She then darted her eyes, for a just a moment, to the woman. Her appearance was just so odd, but obviously she knew how this beast functioned. She wondered if she had to wear it down before it became weak enough for her to seal it or whatever it was that magical girls did or if their was a weak point that would obliterate the Delinquous without her having to work so hard.

It was a risky move, but Literature decided to run around to the Delinquous' back and try to attack it from there. Just as she hoped, the Delinquous was slow when it came to turning so when it turn around fully to see what Literature was doing, it was too late. It received another kick, this one to the face and after being knocked a few feet backwards, it was attacked once more by the red Cure.

"Pretty Cure...Poetic Jurisdiction!" Literature cried out as she launched out an army of writing quills towards the Delinquous. The Delinquous was pinned against the ground by the quills, giving her the chance to purify it.

After a few moments, Renny prompted her to do so as he asked," Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Uh, I don't know?" Literature responded sheepishly. Unsure of what to do, she simply closed her eyes and waited for those instincts to kick in again. After she opened them against, she shouted aloud.

"Pretty Cure, Language of Justice!"

The atmosphere of around looked as if it came from a fairy tale oasis. Everything was a muted red tone and Literature felt more powerful here. From her hands sparked out a flashing red light and soon she noticed the Delinquous was now standing on a book. She then clasped her hands together and turned them so they were held into each other which cause the book under the Delinquous to engulf the monster and restore the Inner Scholar from Hikaru. From Literature's eyes, it looked light an orange glowing little ball. It made it's way back to Hikaru and the atmosphere returned the regular school yard.

"I'll get you next time" The woman said, this time sounding not as fretful as before but rather, more nonchalant," Oh and before I forget..I go by Jika."

And with that, she instantly dematerialized and disappeared. Literature double-blinked in astonishment and looked down to her brother. He was still out-cold but, he seemed less dead. Renny showed Literature how to detransform and she sat on the grass cross-legged, waiting for her brother to come to. When he did, he slowly rose up and looked around to see where he was, his memory now containing a gap for reasons he couldn't explain but Renge knew all too well.

"Whoa, when did you get here? And how long have you been watching me?" Hikaru asked, jumping a little when he noticed Renge seated beside him.

"It's only been five minutes relax," She lied with a snarky tone," A friend got locked out and texted me to open the school door for her. And then I saw you passed out here."

"So then why didn't you wake me up?" Her brother questioned, sounding a tad skeptic of his sister and her reply.

"You seemed so at peace, and I remember mom said you seemed to have been having major issues sleeping within the last few weeks." Renge explained.

"Oh, well...don't tell mom about this ok?" Hikaru requested as he slowly stood up, Renge still seated on the grass.

"I won't if you won't." Renge responded casually as he walked back into the school.

"Alrighty then my little feathered friend..." Renge said once Hikaru was out of earshot to Renny, who was hiding behind a nearby tree,"...Now's your chance to explain everything."

"Everything?" Renny repeated.

"Everything."

Renny then begged Renge to let him disclose all of his secrets and confidential things regarding the Pretty Cure in some secluded area where there wasn't going to be anyone nearby and they wouldn't have to worry about having someone find out anything. Reluctantly, after school Renge dragged the little bird into her room and the two sat waiting for him to begin his explanation, or at least, make his original explanation a little better. After composing himself, he began.

"So..as you can see, I'm here on a mission." Renny informed. Renge simply nodded and waited for him to continue.

"My home is in grave danger, we've lost something very important to our home." He explained.

"What is this very important something?" Renge unconsciously interrupted.

"The book of Omnipotence." The orange bird debriefed," It's an extremely sacred book that holds all the facts and knowledge of the world and it knows all that once was and all that will be."

"You know that sounds pretty vague right?" Renge pointed out candidly.

"Think of it as..the biggest textbook known to mankind, yet unheard of in this realm..make any sense now?" Renny asked.

"I guess..." Renge mumbled,"...But what about that tiny thing that came out from my brother and turned into that Delinquous?"

"That was an Inner Scholar." Renny replied.

"The Inner what?"

"The Inner Scholar is like, the physical manifestation of motivation within you. Well, actually, there the ones who provide motivation within you. You know when you have a major project due in two days and it's half-way done and you want to quit, but you don't? Well, you can thank your Inner Scholar for that."

This all started to sound slightly fishy for Renge and she said,"You know, not all people here are willing to push through major projects around here right? Everyone kinda just throws in the towel by the third day."

"To each their own." Renny simply answered," The Inner Scholar doesn't only channel motivation for academic studies, but often things that the owner is passionate about."

"So what exactly happened back there with my brother's Inner Scholar?" Renge asked.

"It was corrupted by failure, not to say failure is a bad thing it's just..sometimes we take it too hard..and then our Inner Scholar suffers from it." Renny explained," When corrupted, we lose motivation and we just begin to decompose from the inside out."

"Well, that doesn't sounds too good.." Renge said, sounding unintentionally uninterested when it truth, the matter was much more concerning than she expected.

"It's really not.." Renny agreed with a single nod," That's where you come in. As Cure Literature, you have the power to reverse the corruption of all the Inner Scholars, and you can help us find the Book of Omnipotence!"

"Wait, you did mention this was a really sacred book..." Renge began,"...If that's the case, then how could you guys lose it? Don't tell me that Jika clock girl and her side has it.."

"No thankfully, they wouldn't be causing all this mayhem if they did. And, it's not like they can use it anyways.." Renny responded, feeling a little better once he mentioned this fact but at the same time, still slightly tense.

"The book blinked itself out of Univer Kingdom when it sensed it was in danger and now, nobody knows where the book is..." Renny explained,"..So we're basically racing against each other to see who can get the book first. As long as we get the book first, we can avoid as little destruction as possible..but we don't even know where to start looking.."

"Didn't you say they couldn't use the book?" Renge rectified.

"Right, well...no one can use the book. Not even the Headmistress.." Renny answered abruptly,"..The only one who ever could read it is the most powerful Inner Scholar of all, Acumen. It's lived and been reborn countless times into random people at will. Right now, we don't who the current owner of Acumen is, but in my opinion..we should be on the look out for Acumen as well."

"So, if the book fall into the bad guys' hands..just what is going to happen?" Renge then asked.

Renny looked down and out a small frustrated sigh," Honestly, I couldn't even tell you. And that's what worries me the most."

"Well, I've made my decision." Renge stood up suddenly and clapped her hands together. Renny then looked up expectantly and he waited for Renge to announce her decision.

"I really can't do this!" She acclaimed, causing Renny to flinch and his mouth to hang wide open. Renny began to panic again, which was in all actuality something he wasn't very prone to doing up until coming to this realm.

"B-b-b-but..why?!" Renny stammered as he held his head with his wings, looking up to Renge with apprehensive eyes.

She exhaled and threw a half-smirk onto her face," I have my own life to live. And, this year is my last year in high-school, and I'm not too keen on throwing it all away on childish affairs."

"What are you talking about, childish affairs?" Renny questioned dumbfounded with a little scoff.

"I don't think I'm in any place right now to be attempting to help save first-years from inner corruption, let alone risk my life for them." Renge explained in tone that used to make herself sound mature, when in reality, coupled with her response, made her sound like an absolute fool to Renny.

Renny exclaimed in a panicked tone,"It's not just first years at ris-!"

The two stopped their dispute right in their tracks when Renge's brother Hikaru walked in on them. The first year walked in to see Renge standing in front of Renny unseen to him with a cheesy, forced smile on Renge's face.

"Can I help you..?" Renge said, the cheesy smile still plastered onto her face as she began to feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

"I need to borrow your pencil crayons..." Hikaru said, somewhat uncomfortable with Renge's seemingly eternal smile.

"Oh, yeah sure, alright!" Renge sputtered as she cautiously took out her pencil crayon box for her brother while Renny hid under her blanket.

"Drive safe now!" She babbled as she slammed the door on Hikaru once he left.

"How about this.." Renge offered in a calmer, gentle tone," I can take you to the library and help you look for the book of Omnipotence. And maybe there you can find your new Pretty Cure there."

"But I don't want find a new-"

"Deal?" Renge interrupted hastily.

Renny stared at her for a long time before reaching his decision," Deal."

And so, the two walked, well Renge walked with Renny in her bag, to the local library. It was strange, her regular library was in the opposite direction of the school, but it didn't seem to be a problem for Renge, as it was a walking distance and it was a nostalgic place for her. The walk only lasted for about seven minutes, and soon they were there.

The library was just like any average library. Filled with aisles upon aisles of books, ranging from children's fiction to young adult along with genres like mystery and fantasy. The library was mostly populated with small children who all seemed to be about seven or eight, which Renge deemed sensible as their was an elementary school nearby. Aside from the elementary kids, the library seemed pretty sparse of people. And anyone who was there that was over the age of nine was just using a computer.

Renge was surprised; the last time she came here, there was a few more people here. Not a major crowd of course, but just enough to make it feel somewhat homely.

"It's like everything and nothing has changed," Renge said astounded with a hint of nostalgia in her tone.

"When was the last time you were in here?" Renny then asked.

"Probably middle school, actually maybe only two years ago. When my brother allegedly checked out a book and never returned it. But he claims he had never heard of the book in the first place!" Renge snickered.

"What book was it?" Renny questioned.

"Rice for the mice." Renge answered as she began to search for the book of Omnipotence in the encyclopedia section. The book were just about as heavy as an encyclopedia could be and they all appeared to be regular encyclopedias.

"I'm not sure if the book would be here.." Renny stated cautiously as Renge continued to search through the books,"..This is such an easy hiding place for a book like that."

"Have you ever heard of plain sight? The book would be stupid not to hide in here, since it'd probably camouflage so easily with the rest of the books." Renge declared, still searching for the book.

"I can't believe this!" The two suddenly heard a voice boom throughout the library. As if by ritual, the shout was followed by a few shushes and the voice was lowered to an angry whisper.

Renge then turned her attention to where the voice had came from. A tall, ordinary looking man with a rather angry look at his face was glowering down to a small, timid girl with burgundy hair that reached her shoulder blades and she wore glasses. Looking up to the man with a nervous looking eyes, the woman tightly gripped the sleeves of her chunky sweater, looking very ready to flee from the library.

"I-I-I-I'm sorry! Really, I didn't mean to!" The woman's voice cracked as she attempted to defend herself.

"You did all the pointless jobs first, making sure everything was perfect. But you forget the main thing." The man held out a large stack of flyers in her face.

"Please...just give me another chance, I can..I can fix this.." The woman said listlessly as if she couldn't even believe her own words.

"How many chances am I supposed to give you? Besides, I don't have the authority to keep you here, nor fire you.." The man groaned, his voice a little less harsh when he noticed her eyes looking glossy.

"Just try to do something about it." He said as he handed her the stack of flyers and headed off into a room that was closed off for visitors.

The woman calmly placed the flyers on a nearby table, sat down and held her head in her hands. Renge, struck with a new found concern for the woman, walked over to the her hoping that she could've been of some help.

"Um, are you..alright?" Renge asked the woman awkwardly.

"Me?" The woman asked, drying her eyes as she took off her glasses," Well, let's just say I've had better days. But, even I'll admit, I must look very unprofessional like this." She tried straightening herself up for Renge and looked her in the eye.

"So, what exactly happened between you and Mr. Stick in the mud over there?" Renge asked in the same stiff, uneasy tone. Renny seemed puzzled as to why Renge was acting like this, but figured he'd asked later as he was currently incognito.

The woman chuckled softly at Renge before answering," Well, the library was having a small little festival this weekend to celebrate twenty years of being here. But it seemed like a futile attempt to draw a crowd in, which it is, but me and a few coworkers here decided to liven things up a bit. We wanted it to feel like a real festival, have old picture books from the nineties on display and maybe even for sale, we somehow managed to get Izuri Maeda to come in for a book signing."

"Wait, isn't that the guy who wrote all those kids books? Like, The Club for Misfits? The Ice-cream Castle? And who could forget I'll always be here whenever you need me?" Renge listed enthusiastically.

The woman giggled again," Yeah, same guy..only thing is, I never got around to handing out those flyers. And now, if these don't get posted around the neighbourhood on time, the turn out we were originally expecting may not even show up. And it won't anyone's fault but my own..."

"That's it? I got you covered," Renge reassured as she took half the stack of flyers from the woman," Oh by the way, I'm assuming you have a name so..."

"Ah, I'm Shiori." The woman beamed as she rose up from her seat.

"I'm Renge," Renge introduced as the two of them began to walk out of the library. The stack of papers was getting a little heavy for Renge but she inevitably toughed it out for Shiori's sake. During the next two hours, Renge and Shiori hung flyers on every empty post and wall they could find. Renge taped some against some nearby bus shelters while Shiori tried getting the permission of some stores to put it up on their bulletin board, with much avail. Between the two of them, they were able to put up at least half of each of their stacks up. All that was left was the last half of flyers between the two of them.

"Well, if we could pull off pasting up half the flyers in only a few hours, then we should be finished in no time!" Renge exclaimed, heaving out a few breaths from exhaustion.

"I hope so..." Shiori panted, sitting down on a bench as she wiped beads of sweat from her forehead.

Just then, a piercing cold breeze came from what felt like nowhere and swooped up the remainder of flyers that had been laying on the bench with Shiori. Once the papers flew off the bench, Shiori began to run after the stack madly. Renge followed along and watched all the papers fly out in separate directions.

"No! Come back!" Shiori cried out as she ran in the direction where the majority of flyers flew to. Once she was close enough, she managed to grab a few strays but the rest however met their timely fate within a large puddle. Shiori stared down at the puddle, eyes wide open with her hands held over her mouth in fear and the few flyers she managed to save cradled in her arms.

"The...the flyers..." Shiori croaked out as she stared at the damp flyers within the puddle. They weren't very sightly at this point; the paper was so soaked that trying to scoop it out from the puddle seemed too difficult and all the writing had been blurred out and made illegible.

"How could this happen?" Shiori said, sounding as if she was about to cry again.

"It's ok. I mean every happens for a reason, like what if this is the universe's way of telling us we had more than enough papers put up around the neighbourhood..?" Renge suggested.

"Maybe, you're right. Maybe it is a sign from the universe..." Shiori softly said sounding a lot more detached.

"A sign that I can't avoid failure!" Shiori bawled hysterically.

"What? No! That's just downright ridiculous!" Renge declared, accidently raising her voice.

"For so many years I've been wanting to work here at this very library. But, this isn't anything like what I was expecting it to be! All my colleagues are total jerks, I can't do any task right and to top it all off, this place doesn't feel like the library I grew up aspiring to work at..." Shiori sobbed.

"Huh?" Was all Renge could manage.

"Oh dear, aren't we quite the mess?" Renge heard a voice remark. She spun her head towards the direction of where the voice came from. She initially thought it was that woman Jika, but this voice sounded richer, more mature and much less panicked.

"Who's there?!" Renge shouted as Shiori continued to cry into her lap. In front of her, a woman wearing an intricate grey Victorian styled dress adorned with violets with a bonnet that held her brown hair materialized from seemingly nowhere.

"Good afternoon my dear.." The woman said as she grew closer to the girls.

"Don't tell me...you're a friend of the clock-girl right?" Renge hissed as the woman took a few more steps towards them. One thing Renge took notice of while the woman was walking was that she hadn't opened her eyes once. It was very odd and while this woman appeared to be the enemy, Renge so desperately wanted to ask her how she was able to walk towards her so confidently without needing to open her eyes.

"Jika? I don't know..friend is a rather strong word for my ears. I'd much rather call her an associate.." The woman said, enclosing Shiori in a wall of thorns and throwing Renge off to the side.

"Shiori!" Renge screamed in terror as she watched the woman conjured up a mirror and plucked out Shiori's inner scholar.

"What are you doing? Please..please stop!" Shiori cried just before she was knocked unconscious, the excruciating anguish quickly transformed into a ceaseless, dull pain. The tiny lilac coloured Inner Scholar that belonged to Shiori was staring wide-eyed at the woman in complete fear. Renge rushed to get back onto her feet and searched her bag vigorously for her transformation device.

"You're going to make a fine Delinquous, I'm sure of it..." The woman commented as she held one of the damp flyers between her fingers. The damp flyer became gigantic in size and came to life.

"Delinquous!" The monstrous flyer screamed out in the open. Renge looked around, noticing that were located at the back of the library, which was somewhat convenient for the occasion, at least she could transform now without having to worry about somebody seeing her.

Cautiously, Renge drew out her Fountain Pen of Knowledge.

"Pretty Cure, study session!" Renge shouted as she transformed, the flickering lights from the transformation forcing everyone within the vicinity to close their eyes.

"So, this is the Pretty Cure girl..." The woman noted softly as one of her eyes opened a little.

"The subject of awe-striking writing and powerful empathy, Cure Literature!" She introduced as she struck a pose. Literature looked up to the Delinquous and felt a wave of anger come over her. These denizens of Temptasia sure knew how to time their attacks or they were just keen on striking whenever an associate of Renge was in a bind. After a few moments of this staring contest, the Delinquous then let out a deafening screech and suddenly, it began to rain.

"No way..." Literature stared in disbelief as she watched the rain pool into her cupped hands,"..How did it do that?"

"Who do you think you're messing with?" The woman scoffed," Delinquous, go!"

The Delinquous charged after Cure Literature at full speed, and Literature decided to run away out of pure impulse. Though her eyes were still closed, the woman laughed as Literature ran away from the Delinquous. As Literature stomped through the newly-formed puddles, she tried to at least formulate some form of plan before she would take the offensive side of this battle. Leaping up and hiding within a tree, Literature let out a sigh.

"And to think..we came here because we were trying to find a replacement for me.." She groaned, but not without taking a good look at the scenery below here. Everything was a lot smaller and even though it had only been her second time transforming, she had already gotten used to her superhuman abilities. All that was left her to get accustomed to was the adrenaline rushing through her veins every time she was faced against one of those unnerving Delinquouses. Maybe she could try attacking from the back again, but maybe not as this woman seemed somewhat more observant of this battle even though her eyes had been shut the entire time. But something about her was so unsettling, like she just knew exactly what was happening and she didn't even need to see, as if her other senses were so developed, sight was just inessential.

The Delinquous began to claw at the tree and the woman simply 'looked' up towards the tree with an unimpressed look carved into her face. Looking at her made Literature feel tense, so she simply tried to focus on the problem at hand the Delinquous. An idea then came to her as if out of thin air.

"Pretty Cure, Poetic...Jurisdiction!" Literature cried as she slammed a hoard of quills into the Delinquous and jumped out from the tree. She pinned him against the ground but this time, the Delinquous managed to break free.

"I thought it couldn't do that!" Literature interjected nervously as she took a few cautious steps back. As the Delinquous slowly got up, Literature began to shake and fidget uncontrollably.

"Renny, what am I supposed to do?!" She cried impatiently as she looked for the bird who suddenly didn't appear to be in her bag. She was shaking so much, she couldn't tell whether or not the origin of it was solely from the fear circulating her body or if it was a mix of fear and how cold she was getting in this frigid weather.

"Fight back!" Renny squawked, atop of a branch perched on a tree. Literature's patience was running thin with both this Delinquous and with Renny. And all this pent-up frustration was beginning to get to her.

"Alright, I don't know how you were able to take away Shiori's inner scholar but I know damn well that it wasn't right of you!" Literature ranted with much irritation. The woman seemed to be both slightly intrigued and taken aback with Literature's outburst.

"Why is that?" The woman crooned as Literature attempted to fight back the Delinquous whilst lecturing.

"Because, she was the rightful owner of that Inner Scholar and just because she failed at a task doesn't make her eligible for your monster-of-the-day." Literature continued," Actually, make that monsters."

"But she was draining herself of all her motivation on her own, you were there. Isn't that just a pathetic thing to watch?" The woman pointed out.

"After that incident, even I could tell she had been struggling with this issue for awhile. But you know what? It's ok that she messed up a few times, how else is she supposed progress and get better? She's only human and besides...her failures aren't what define her!"

Literature was then filled power she couldn't begin to put into words and dashed to the Delinquous at full-throttle. She put up a better fight than before and even the Delinquous could be seen getting tired out from trying to match the speed Literature was going at. So many punches were thrown, and Renny was regaining hope in Literature as he watched continue to fight. Maybe she was getting better. Before the final punch was delivered, the Delinquous tried once last time to knock Literature off her feet. Meanwhile, Literature was too overwhelmed with all this power surging through her to feel threatened by this Delinquous now.

She clenched her hand into a fist and watched the Delinquous race towards her head on.

"You know what? I think..." Literature said in an unusually level-headed tone as she watched the Delinquous run. She smirked as her fist connected with the body of the Delinquous.

"...I've had enough of this!" She threw the Delinquous against the outside wall of the library, silently hoping she hadn't caused too much, if any, damage. The Delinquous was down for the count and finally, Cure Literature had her chance to purify it.

"Pretty Cure..Language of Justice!" She cried as the atmosphere turned into that muted shade of red in mid-sentence.

Once the Delinquous was purified, Shiori's Inner Scholar returned to her body and then rain finally cleared up. But, just before the woman left, she heard Literature say.

"But it's just not fair.." She spat out.

"Now what it is, my dear?" The woman asked in an impatiently flat tone.

"You know my name...but I don't know yours!" Literature shrieked, startling and surprising both the woman and Renny.

"Zephora." The woman smirked as she disappeared.

When Zephora disappeared, Renge hurried to Shiori's side and waited for the woman to wake up, which actually took longer than expected. After what felt like an eternity and a half to Renge, Shiori finally woke up.

"I...don't...I don't remember a thing. Just what happened?" Shiori said groggily as she held her head with one hand in confusion.

"Well, it started raining and as we were running inside, you sorta tripped and felt against the concrete. Don't you remember?" Renge lied as Shiori tried to piece together this gap in her memory.

"Guess not.." She admitted as she stood up slowly,"..The last thing I remember is the flyers getting soaked."

"You know, we can always make more.."Renge suggested.

"Yeah, we probably could. It's only Wednesday anways too. There's plenty of time before our little festival." Shiori said, sounding much more composed than before," I didn't mean to freak out like that back there, it's just...I've been over thinking things a lot lately and I know it isn't good, but I just can't help it."

"It's ok if you have these issues and while I know you can't stop the whole over thinking ordeal, maybe you find something else to take up your thoughts, like the positive things," Renge suggested.

"It's just been so hard to focus on the positive this entire time, I'll admit. It feels almost like it's not even there sometimes." Shiori confessed.

"Well, start out small. You went to work anyways, despite the fact that well..it's work." Renge pointed out, causing Shiori to giggle.

"And, you set up all that other stuff for the festival. That's pretty productive~!" Renge added," And you were able to pin up all those flyers in almost no time!"

"Yeah, you're right!" Shiori agreed,"Maybe I actually am doing a better job than I thought I was.."

"See, things aren't as stressful when you focus on the positive!" Renge cheered.

"Yeah, well.. I'm going to try and print out a few more flyers and pin them up before sunset, are you going to come?" Shiori asked.

Renge was in fact still sitting on the pavement the entire time, she looked extremely exhausted to Shiori, making the woman feel bad for asking Renge to do more work. But thankfully, Renge declined her offer.

"I think I'll just sit here for a few more minutes, but good luck with those flyers!" Renge called out as Shiori went back into the library. Shiori waved and as soon as she was out of eyesight, Renge tried very cautiously to get up. Trying to get up slowly was mildly painful for Renge apparently, as she winced and gritted her teeth. She then chose to stand up quickly and that resulted in her dropping back down against the pavement, unconscious.

"Renge?" Renny asked quietly as he looked down to the fainted girl.

Renge awoke in her bedroom, having little to no clue as to what was going on and was underneath a single blanket. She shot up quickly and looked at her clock atop of her side table.

"8:00?! Of what day? Of what, dare I say, month?!" She shrieked as she held the clock within her hands.

Renny then came to her side to give her an answer," It's only been two hours, you're fine. Besides, the sun's still up too, surprisingly."

Renge eyed the orange bird, his last comment seemed a little irrelevant to her, but then another thought came to her.
"But how did I get into my room?" She interrogated the little bird, who was now avoiding eye-contact.

"A mystery, I guess.." Renny shrugged, acting as if he knew nothing regarding this mystery.

Renge really didn't like the sound of that, but feeling as if she had enough excitement for the day, she decided to drop the topic.

"Then...how did I faint?" Renge asked as she rubbed her eyes.

"Well, I guess it was because of the fact that you purified a Delinquous twice in one day." He deadpanned, something Renge never expected him to do as he seemed to be typically mellow, aside from his previous meltdown from a couple of hours ago.

"So, am I only allowed to one purification a day?" Renge asked.

"No...but, then again, it also was your first time purifying a Delinquous today.." Renny pointed out. Renge nodded since the bird's explanation made some sense to her. She then felt a sharp chill run down her spine, and her arms were then coated with goose bumps. She looked towards her window, to see if it was open but to her horror, the window was more than open.

The mesh on her window was left ajar.

"Oh dear..." Renge trailed off as she stared into the window's view.

"What?" Renny said as he looked through the window with her.

"Give it a few moments and..." Renge said as if waiting for something majorly important while she shut her eyes.

Suddenly, a girl with white long hair and violet eyes wearing a turquoise hoodie over a purple tank top and grey capri shorts was standing on her window ledge.

" 'Sup?" The girl said as she nodded in Renge's direction.

"Good to see you, Kanari." Renge simply replied.