And again. What was it? The fifth time in the last two months after being released from the hospital? She moaned quietly as a doorbell rang.

She ignored it.

It rang again urgently and she quietly cussed under her breath.

Serenity was sick and she couldn't be bothered usually, but since it would keep on annoying her, insisting that the person behind the door was more important than her rest, then so be it.

It rang a third time as she was throwing off her blankets onto the floor and removing herself from the couch. "I'm coming, goddamn it!" she swore with irritation, looking through the spy hole. Of course. The idiot was coming to see her. Swinging open the door, she squinted at the sudden light and groaned. "What do you want this early in the morning, Katsunuma?" she hissed, her voice raspy.

He eyed her suspiciously. "Early? Morning? Dude, we just got out of school, for the record." he grinned, but he suddenly gained a bemused look after scanning her over. A loose, long-sleeved shirt and.. Men's underwear? "And what are you wearing?" He almost looked slightly repulsed by her lazy attire, but she quickly, without hesitation, replied.

"I'm wearing clothing," she crooned.

"That's not what I meant - Are you sick?" he wondered.

She didn't bother saying 'why, yes, yes I am', "No. Are you coming inside, or letting in the cold?" she said with a slight shiver, gritting her teeth together anxiously. But a tickle in her nose stopped her from keeping her jaw completely stiff and she sneezed after a moment, onto her front porch.

"Dude. You're sick. Go inside and I'll make you some tea." he said with a straight face, ordering her almost. And she obeyed.

Laying on the couch, she waited patiently for his return with hot tea. This time of year, her lungs being already weak as they were (like her father's, as well), the cold affected them more so. And it didn't help that she smoked sometimes to release stress…

"Drink this." he passed her a small cup on a dish and obliged. Siren blew softly on it, making sure she didn't irritate her lungs 'till her got a coughing spell. "Thanks, Senri…" she murmured, taking small sips of it.

The boy looked around her small apartment. There were used tissues everywhere. It enveloped the house so that it was in a sea of white in some parts. Sighing, he gathered a trash bag and began to collect them off the floor as Siren protested that he shouldn't have to clean up her trash. He didn't care. It was almost unhealthy. Perhaps she'd make a better recovery with the nasty things gathered up.

By the time he finished, wiping his forehead of the little bit of sweat that had accumulated there, she was asleep. The covers were pushed back, so he pulled them up… But something caught him. It scared him. There were… bloodied scars on her wrists and… Was she?..

He bit his lip nervously, remembering his own past. This was going to a repetition of his past. Something that he never wanted to go through again. Breathing in slowly, he exhaled with a great effort. He had been meaning to tell her why she always bandaged her wrists with cloth, but he had supposed it was for some type of sport like volley ball or something and forgot about it.

He clenched his fists and took one last look at her. Senri didn't want to go through with it. He was her friend, but now… To avoid the same thing, he'd have to un-befriend her. Just dodge it. The past few months were fun, but he couldn't bear it. His assumptions could be the only thing that were true.

And he was leaving Serenity, her, her blue hair, and sweet face. He never thought of her that way until now, but he was going to have to risk leaving it.

Picking up his blue jacket that had the Ouran Academy insignia on it, he didn't look back after stepping outside. He closed the door.

And that was the end of their friendship.