Clare blindly stumbled into the Emerald Publishing building, breathing heavily.

"I'm Mirian Clare, where is the Shoujo Manga department?" she said panting.

The desk worker raised an eyebrow and looked up her name before she nodded.

"Floor four, far right corner" she stated.

"THANK YOU!" she yelled behind her as she ran into the elevator. The door was about to close when it was stopped by a foot. A man with brown hair and amber eyes stepped into the elevator, and it was obvious he lacked sleep.

"Sorry" he mumbled.

"Its fine, I'm sure my editor can hold off for a few seconds" she replied.

"Editor?" he said. "You're an author?"

"Yes, I'm Mirian Clare, pleasure to meet you" she said, extending her arm for greeting.

"Onodera Ritsu" he said, shaking her hand.

When they got out of the elevator, they both started to head in the same direction, until they were both met by the horrors of a disrupted cycle. Foul stenches reeked across the area, and some of them looked dead. She watched as Onodera slumped into his seat as if this was normal.

"Is it… Always like this?" she said, dumbfounded.

"No, there's been a break in the cycle" he said, looking around.

No sooner after Onodera had spoken, her editor, Takano Masamune, appeared behind her and started yelling.

"DO YOU REALISE HOW MANY DAYS ITS GOING TO TAKE TO SORT THROUGH EVERYTHING?" he scolded.

"MIXED UP PAGES IS ONE THING, BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU NUMBER THE PAGES?" he continued.

"I said I was sorry!" Clare huffed at her editor, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. "What am I supposed to do anyways?"

Takano sighed and plopped a manuscript onto Onodera's desk. "You are going to sit and re-order them with Onodera" he stated, and it was then Onodera stood up.

"WHAT? TAKANO I'VE GOT ENOUGH ON MY PLATE ALREADY!" he complained.

"Two rookies are better than one" he stated bluntly, aggravating both Clare and Onodera.

"Well I'll need a chair" Clare suggested, to which Takano replied

"Go get your own" and went back to his desk, and before she could stop him, he was yelling into the phone at a different author.

"Where do I even get a chair…" she sighed, and resulted in walking around the whole fourth floor until she found a spare, then carrying it back, to find Onodera passed out.

"HEY! IF I HAVE TO DO THIS SO DO YOU!" she yelled as she shook Onodera back and forth, waking him up.

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN GENTLER" he argued

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN AWAKE" she replied.

"YOU COULD BOTH SHUT UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU" Takano yelled over at them, quieting the two instantly. There was a foul mood floating in the air, and everyone was breathing it in. Hours went by of constant resorting, and since Onodera didn't know what the manuscript looked like, she was the one doing sorting through, and Onodera was numbering them. After awhile, she received a book to the back off the head, and so did Onodera.

"Lunch break" Takano muttered.

Clare bolted out of the Shoujo manga department and over to the lounge, pressing money into the vending machines and drinking countless cans of who knows what. She wasn't allowed a drink of water or a break until now, and she needed it badly. Soon, she had compiled a lump of empty coffee cans, and was shoving them into a trash can with her foot when she heard something happening from around the corner.

She turned her head cautiously to see Takano kissing Onodera full on the lips, and Onodera full red in the face. She let out a slight yelp, and Onodera turned his eyes and went on a full out panic, while Takano just straightened himself.

"Oh… ah… Hi" she stuttered. This is really familiar she thought to herself as she watched Takano brush past while Onodera babbled on trying to explain.

"He's crazy you know he barely goes outsi-" he began before Takano's sharp voice cut him off.

"OI, ONODERA, GET BACK TO WORK" he yelled out from the hallway, the cherry red Onodera nodding and running off. Clare shrugged the event off and walked after him, and the two continued to re-order the pages until the entire thing was in perfect order.

"Good job" Takano stated as he looked through it. "I think we can submit it by tomorrow"

"Really?" Clare said in disbelief "Oh I'm so excited!" she squealed.

"Don't get ahead of yourself" he deadpanned. "Your book could be a crashing failure, and if it is, we will cut you off. Also, mistakes like that are never acceptable. Don't ever do it again."

"YOU COULD TRY TO BE POSITIVE FOR MORE THAN ONE SECOND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT" she snapped and walked off into the elevator. Why did I have to get the moody editor? she thought to herself as she arrived onto the first floor. She stepped out into the street to find it was already dark. How long was I in that den of hell? She thought to herself as she walked down the street.

Oh well. Her book was being published, and even if it was a crashing failure, she would always have one or two small fans? Or maybe it would be a popular release, and she would be able to do book signings, or maybe even a reward! These thoughts lingered through her mind as she walked home, and looked across the hall to find even more feminine shrieking.

For a man Takahashi sure has a high pitch. Unless it's not Takahashi. The thought of Usami screaming like a girl despite his massive build almost made Clare burst out laughing, but she held it in until she reached her apartment, were a fax was waiting from her editor.

"Oh god, what is it now" she groaned as she picked up the paper.

Hey. You did well today. Keep up the good work. Takano.

Clare read the note over a few times before grinning, until she read the next part.

Now start on your next manuscript. And don't be late this time.

Clare groaned and put the paper next to the fax machine. She looked over at the clock. It was almost eleven, and she decided that for today she would go to sleep after reading some of Usami's novels that were left on the table.

"Now Misaki" Usami breathed onto his neck, his voice strained. "Are you ready?" he breathed, and he felt Misaki tighten underneath him as he-

Clare shoved the book closed and had thrown it across the room.

"HOW DOES HE EXPECT ME TO READ THAT!" she yelled at the book, her face cherry red.

"THAT'S IT I'M GOING TO BED!" she called to no one as she stumbled into her bedroom and passed out face first on the bed.