Disclaimer: I do not own Wallflower. Thanks to Morncreek for beta-ing.

Sunako's Point of View

There is no way I am going to sleep now, I thought as I started to pace across my room with my hands at my sides. All the while I tried to shake off how sad his eyes had looked. "I might as well get started on bringing Hiroshi to life," I mumbled under my breath as I finished pacing. I walked across my room to my bed, where I had thrown the book onto out of frustration.

I opened up the book to a chapter and began to look closer at the title, when I noticed the shirt I got from our trip to Harajuku thrown over a chair. It seemed like so long ago, I thought as my eyes filled to the brim with tears. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. So many tears fell from my eyes that it was making the text in front of me difficult to read. I looked down at the chapter, and made out the words "life" and "inanimate object" while the rest were a blur. I decided to get started by letting go of the book, causing it to fall onto the bed.

The book landed softly on the comforter, barely making a sound. I ran my hands through my long, dark hair trying to calm my self down. I went to my sock drawer and got out wooden sticks I had collected after doing research online on the basic tools other than the book.

I placed the sticks so as to make the shape of a five-point star called a pentagram. The shelf where I kept my preserves was situated above the left corner of the pentagram. I absently observed the bolts on the shelf were becoming loose. I made a mental note to fix that later.

Once the pentagram was complete, I followed a separate chapter in the book on the set up of spells. Going back to the previous chapter in the book while ignoring the title, it said to stand in the left corner of the pentagram. Once I was positioned, I started incanting the words that were written in Latin. ~Anima dissolutio no adeo obiectus.~ The room abruptly spun flashes of white light and created circular patterns on my black walls. I began to smile my special smile – the smile that my housemates said made me look like I had eaten two hundred pounds of chocolate – all the while thinking how nice it would be for Hiroshi to be able to have long conversations with me again. The thing I was looking forward to the most was Hiroshi helping me control my horrible nosebleeds.

That rattling from the loose shelf is getting worse as I am reciting, I distractedly thought as I chewed lightly on my upper lip.

Kyouhei's Point of View

Nakahara Sunako really gets on my nerves! I thought while taking my frustrations out by punching a pillow that was on my bed. I had woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of the front door opening, then found out that she was not in her room.

Not that it meant anything to me. I just wanted someone who could cook and clean. Yes, that was all that I needed... I really thought I had found someone who could see me as a person, and not just a pretty face. I turned over and sighed, letting the pillow flop down on to the ground.

I mean just walking away from me when I was talking to her, who did that? "Well, if she thinks she can do that, she has another 'think' coming," I told myself while balling up my fist in preparation to go into Sunako Nakahara room and give her a piece of my mind. I kept up this mindset until my fist was two inches away from knocking on her door... then I noticed that her room was filled with light.

"What in the world is going on in there," I asked with my anger giving way to curiosity. I threw open the door without knocking, in hopes of finding out what that weird light was. Having lived with Sunako for many years, I had seen my share of strange things, but this really took the cake home. There was a weird five-pointed star pattern made from sticks that took up her large room.

In the center of the five-point star was her anatomical model Hiroshi, and in the point furthest to the left was Sunako, where above her head was the shelf where she kept her jars of preserves. She was reading a book and speaking in a language that I couldn't understand. The words that she was in the middle of reading aloud were what I assumed were creating the white light I'd seen escaping underneath the door. Absorbing the scene in every detail, I spotted one other thing; the bookshelf above her head was starting to wobble back and forth uncontrollably.

My thoughts turned to whether or not I should help after she gave me the "kiss off and die" speech. Still, I knew I couldn't just leave her despite what everyone else thought. With that singular thought in mind, I started to run to the corner of the room with the bookshelf, determination in my eyes. Just a little more, spoke a voice in my head, she is almost safe and out of danger. The moment I reached Sunako, I pushed her as far away from the corner of the pentagram and the dangerous shelving as I could. Good, I thought, she was safe. I sighed in relief and relaxed my arms. That was when the glowing light struck me at the same time as the bookshelf fell, making my eyes close and see only an endless black darkness.