"Brother, I–" Ish started after Kurama had dialed the numbers for her. She smiled, giggling. "I am. Mrs. Hanatanka already said the same as you...Yes, it's alright...My homework's done...No, I won't come home pregnant."

Kurama had jumped at some, laughed at other comments she was making, mostly because of her expression as she responded.

"Vale, Gopal...Vale!"

"Latin?" Kurama asked as he took the phone.

"We both studied it in England before we moved here with the rest of our siblings, because Gopal was offered a decent paying job here in Japan."

Kurama placed the phone on his desk, next to the now empty cups, "And, may I ask where your parents are?"

She shook her head, "Gopal won't say."

"Shuuichi-san?" his stepbrother knocked, "Will you help me with my math later?"

"Yes, after dinner, alright?" Kurama listened as Shuichi's footsteps walked away, glad that he was finally coming to him for help.

Ish stumbled over to him and grabbed his shirt. As she shook it, she said, "Take it off."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll heal your fever," she giggled, "You'll see."

Kurama looked at her oddly, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, telling her when he was finished. She then cupped his face in her hands, running them down his body and to his stomach.

"All better," Ish stood up straight with a smirk.

At first, he didn't do anything. Then, he slowly nodded, "I see...but, why did I need to unbutton my shirt?"

As Kurama started to button his shirt back, Ish replied, "It's easier to kill the cause of the fever in your stomach than in your head. Less brain cells to worry about...I also must feel the skin to move the fever."

"Oh," Kurama smiled, "I understand now. That's amazing."

"Thanks."

"Well, if you are truly conducting a speech, let's get started."

"Agreed, Mr. Minamino. Tell me about your human life."

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It was around midnight, and Kurama had wakened from an odd dream, but thought nothing of it. He couldn't get to sleep after that, so he sat up, deciding he would check on his family as he did every night.

First, he went to Shuuichi's room, then to his parents'. They were all sleeping soundly. 'While I'm at it, I'll see if Ishita is alright.' Kurama thought and went back upstairs and slowly opened the guestroom. 'That's odd,' he thought to himself halfway through opening the door. There was a light on. He quickly finished opening the door to a sleeping angel without her wings exposed, a glow, golden and bright, surrounding her. Her skin was now pale and her hair a strawberry blonde.

"Ishita?" Kurama slowly walked over to her bedside. She laid on the sheets, her pajama shirt exposed her stomach. Kurama went to touch her, to see if she was real. He blushed and quickly took his hand away after following her stomach down. Kurama hurried back to his room, yet he still couldn't get to sleep for twenty minutes, Ish's body still in his mind. To get that out of his head, he went back to the news today. The letters the newsman said about the serial killer was now bugging him.

"'I-S-H-I-S-H-I-S'," he said aloud, (more letters had been added on throughout the day). "Another H should have followed, but each kill was evenly spread out two hours apart...So, is it a hidden message?"

"Shuuichi?" Ish stood in the doorframe. Kurama sat up on his bed as he noticed her tears. "I am his."

"...ISH IS HIS?" he gasped, "Oh no."

"Those women died, because someone's after me," Ish fell to her knees, "I'm so horrible."

"Ishita," Kurama walked over and tried to comfort her, though he was at a loss for words.