A/N- So this is actually the second time I'm posting up this chapter. The first time I did, it was only out for a day or two before I pulled it off to do some major tweaking. In the end however, the only thing I really did was add on a few paragraphs to the story near the end of the dream sequence. Please read on and I hope the chappie doesn't disappoint! XP

Nightmares

Hiruma was currently in an extremely foul mood. Sena and Monta just wouldn't shut up and Hiruma was considering blasting them with his newly acquired rocket launcher. The downside to this course of action was that his headache was likely to get worse. Despite his best efforts not too, he also couldn't help but overhear snippets of their conversation.

"Hey Sena, I think you should get that checked out," Monta stated as he stared at the angry purple swelling of Sena's nose.

Sena tried to act all nonchalant and wave it off. "Nofinck to wowwy abot Monta kun. I fink de ice is goob enough."

Monta grimaced. Sena's nose had started bleeding again and it looked like the boy was going to burst into tears at any moment. Monta feared that it was broken. "Maybe we should get Mamori san to take a look at it."

Sena seemed to think about this for a bit before agreeing whole heartedly with a slight nod of his head. Mamori-nee chan would know what to do. "Wher ib she?"

Monta stroked his chin thoughtfully. An expression which looked a little out of place on him. "Now that you mention it, I don't remember seeing either of the girls since we got back and it's already pretty dark outside."

"Maybe dey aready went da bed," Sena suggested as his nose gave another painful throb causing the short running back to yelp in pain.

Monta absentmindedly handed a few more cubes of ice to Sena from the nearby water pitcher before replying in a slight whisper. "Hiruma would probably know if they came back wouldn't he? I mean he's just been sitting right beside the door facing the fire place ever since we got back."

Sena nodded in agreement immediately regretting it as sharp stabs of pain began to run along the length of his nose again. After a few seconds of grinding his teeth roughly, he replied. "I tink you shoulb ask im Monta."

Monta turned a sickly shade of green but realized that if Sena were to talk to Hiruma, he would probably find his nose along with the rest of his head permanently separated from his body.

Hiruma just wasn't in a very patient mood today.

Swallowing loudly, Monta approached the Captain of the Deimon Devil Bats cautiously from across the room. He paused before he spoke noticing that Hiruma was glaring daggers at him. Monta feared if he didn't get this over with he might lose control over certain aspects of his body he'd really rather not. Namely his bladder. So taking a deep breath, he blurted out his question. "HirumadoyouknowwhereMamorisanis!?"

Hiruma's eyes were glowing with malice and his face was twitching dangerously. "How the hell would I know monkey?"

Monta fidgeted nervously. "Uh, well you see I just thought you'd know if she came back or not and is somewhere in the building right now because your sitting by the door."

Monta looked absolutely terrified Hiruma noted with satisfaction. Although this didn't quell him of his anger at being interrupted, he felt himself begin to dwell on Monta's question. He too had been wondering where the damn manager was. Hiruma frowned. He hadn't seen her come in, so she must still be outside.

Shit.

He knew Mamori would never stay out this late in freezing temperatures especially when she had someone with her. Her overprotective, motherly self would have made sure the damn cheerleader was back way before dark.

Hiruma swore again for not realizing something was wrong much sooner. He jumped out of his seat with a look of grim determination plastered on his pale face, grabbed his coat, and flung the door open.

"Damn manager always giving me a headache," he growled in irritation, his breath forming crystal clouds around his pointed face. "You'd better be fucking alright."

"Excuse me miss, would you please follow me. We don't have all day. The train leaves in ten minutes and I still have three more people I need to pick up. Miss please." The voice was getting desperate.

"I'm sorry," Mamori replied, feeling guilty that she was the cause of someone else's distress. "I may need a hand though. I can't seem to see anything very clearly."

"That's understandable," the voice replied. "But don't worry, it should go away in a few moments."

Mamori smiled relieved. "What will I see though?"

The disembodied voice chuckled good naturedly. "So impatient are young people these days. Just wait a moment and you'll see soon enough."

Sighing, Mamori crossed her arms and waited. It wasn't long before her vision cleared and she was able to get a better grasp on her surroundings. Glancing down, she realized she was standing on a grassy plain. But something wasn't right.

The grass was pink.

Looking closer revealed that orange weeds and purple quack grass were huddled in between the pink blades. Mamori shook her head before glancing around again. Her vision was almost cleared by now.

Silver and gold flowers began bursting into bloom before her very eyes. A beautiful chocolate waterfall was roaring away in the distance, and Mamori could have sworn she saw a unicorn run behind some bright yellow and fuchsia trees. The echoing voice seemed to have disappeared though, and there was no sign of the train it was talking about.

'This is strange,' Mamori thought. She was also confused as to why she wasn't more worried. She felt oddly at peace here. Mamori knelt down next to a sparkling stream and was about to take a sip from her cupped hands when something interrupted her.

"What the hell do you think your doing?"

Startled, Mamori swung around spraying the rainbow water out of her hands. She watched in awe as it caught and reflected the golden light from the sun and cast about a beautiful array of colours. The shimmering spectacle faded away and Mamori felt herself turning towards the being that had so rudely interrupted her.

"Excuse me?" Mamori asked haughtily as she gazed into a beautiful pair of blue green eyes, "I don't appreciate it when someone talks rudely to me. I wasn't aware I did anything to warrant such a tone." She huffed and crossed her arms.

"Listen damn woman, I don't want you drinking that water."

Mamori's face creased into a frown. "Why not? It looks delicious."

"Because I said so."

Mamori was starting to get really annoyed. "Because I said so isn't a reason."

"Are you stupid?" the voice asked. "You must be stupid."

"How dare you say that I'm stupid!" Mamori yelled stomping her feet like a spoiled child who wasn't getting her way.

The voice replied calming if not slightly amused. "Do you not realize that your having a conversation with a unicorn?"

Mamori laughed. "I'd think I'd know if I was having a conversation with a unicorn." Glancing into those beautiful blue green eyes again she took this opportunity to look at the rest of the body. Pointy ears, a snout, four legs, and a tail. 'Wait a minute…waaaiiit one minute.'"Since when did you have four legs and a tail!?"

The unicorn cackled evilly, it's yellow mane flapping around it's large pointed head. "I've looked like this the whole time damn woman. You'd just already made up your mind about me as soon as I had opened my mouth."

"Well it's sort of hard not too when snapping orders at me is the first thing that comes out of your mouth," Mamori retaliated stating the obvious. "I mean, I don't see why it would be so hard to ask me politely not to do something, and then give me a reasonable explanation along with your request. I cant help but feel that you don't possess words like politely and patiently in your vocabulary though."

The unicorn gritted it's teeth in annoyance at the superior tone of the girl. "Do you always get into the habit of judging someone based on the words that come out of their mouth?" He stared accusingly at the manager as her face turned thoughtful. "You don't know me. We've barely even spoken. I might actually be a nice man who was only trying to protect you."

Mamori twiddled a strand of auburn hair between her fingers before crossing her arms. "Well first of all, don't you mean unicorn? Despite the fact that you can talk I don't see any part of you that resembles a man. You don't seem like your typical unicorn either."

Mamori decided to answer the unicorns statement though after witnessing the needles of fire it was shooting out it's eyes in her direction.

"I don't understand what I needed to be protected from though, and I really can't picture you as being a nice guy," Mamori said almost apologetically. "Although first impressions aren't everything, they are still important. How you speak to and address someone is also vital if you want them to see the good side of you. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they speak to you."

"Maybe I was just having a bad day."

Mamori nodded her head in agreement. "I believe that. But I also cant help but believe that you must have bad days everyday, or maybe you just talk with that foul mouth of yours everyday."

"You must enjoy arguing," The unicorn surmised.

"Uh, well no actually I hate it," Mamori admitted. "I've just gotten used to it I guess after having to deal with an infuriating someone constantly."

The unicorns eyes flashed. "I'd say you've judged him like you have me."

Mamori's eye's widened at the accusation and her shoulders drooped. "Do you think so?"

"Yes. You need to go deeper and make an effort to get to know the other person and their true thoughts and feelings. They may be hiding them behind an angry mask."

Mamori chuckled slightly. "That sounds kind of corny and cliché but I understand what your saying."

The young manager could feel one of those hysterical laughs coming on. She was being taught morals by some mythical creature in a land with rainbow skies and tye-dyed landscapes. She must have eaten a bad cream puff or something…

"I suppose I'll heed your advice. I guess I should apologize too," Mamori added.

"………"

"Hey aren't you-" She stopped mid sentence. The unicorn was gone. It had vanished without her realizing. Confused, Mamori glanced around failing to see much of anything though as her vision clouded over again.

"You need to wake up now miss."

'It's that voice again,' Mamori noticed. She was now clutching her spinning head while trying to maintain focus on the disembodied sound. Her vision had faded to black.

"You should wake up now Mamo-nee."

'Mamo-nee?'

"Mamo-nee, wake up. Please wake up." The voice was getting desperate again.

Mamori felt her stomach twist as a wave of light headedness swept through her.

"Mamo-nee, it's me. It's Suzuna! Please wake up!!"

Mamori grumbled. "Suzuna chan?" As she slowing opened her eyes she felt a whole new assault on her overtaxed senses. Her ankle was throbbing quite painfully and it seemed like it was twisted and then pinned between something. She could taste the metallic flavour of blood on her dry lips and her head now felt as if Hiruma had taken the butt of one of his guns and smashed her cranium with it.

Moaning as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, Mamori found herself looking into the concerned expression of a certain cheerleader who seemed to be hanging above her. Mamori's mind clicked in sudden realization causing her head to shoot up. She immediately regretted this action however as she felt herself momentarily black out from the shock of pain exploding in her head.

Suzuna yelped in surprise. "No you can't Mamo-nee! Don't move!"

"I'm fine Suzuna chan," Mamori reassured the younger girl. She did not feel fine. She was sure she had some pine needles lodged in her butt.

Suzuna looked sheepish. "That's not why you can't move."

Mamori blinked confused.

Suzuna took off her toque and began smoothing down her hair nervously. "We're stuck in a tree 30 feet off the ground."

Mamori was silent for a minute before replying. Her brain was processing information much slower than usual. "We? What do you mean we?"

"Ah yeah well I was on my way down the slope when I saw you sticking out of a tree."

Mamori groaned. "No Suzuna chan. Didn't you hear me when I said not to go down?"

"Uhh sort of. But anyway," she continued, "I saw you in the tree on my way down and I guess I was so worried I leapt off the cliff to join you. But don't worry," Suzuna immediately reassured when she witnessed the shocked expression on the managers face, "I'm perfectly fine. I was able to land safely on the branches. Despite a few bruises I'm fit as a fiddle!" Suzuna finished with a smile.

Mamori was in shock and found her muddled mind could barely comprehend it. She didn't think that Suzuna had considered the consequences of her rash decision to leap off a cliff into a tree. On purpose and in full awareness of her actions. Now they were both stuck and would have to find their way down 30 feet onto solid ground.

Mamori also couldn't help but feel slightly ridiculous. Here was Suzuna 'fit as a fiddle' (miraculously), and here she was broken and bleeding.

Instead of reprimanding the poor girl though, Mamori reassured her. "Don't worry Suzuna chan, I'll think of something."

A/N- I have to admit that the part of this story that made me pull out the chapter in the first place was the dream. It sort of wrote itself and when it was finished I was extremely iffy about it. I decided to leave it in however because I have an idea of how to make reference to it in a later chapter. Please R&R!! I'd like to hear your thoughts on my story so far!! X3