The next day Kida finally managed to drag an unwilling Mikado to a perfect spot for picking up goals. His goal was almost complete; now they just needed to talk to every girl and see if they could get a bonus of actually getting a phone number or a cup of coffee.

"Kida," Mikado whined. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Yes," Kida proclaimed. "This was put off far too long. It was the plan from the beginning and no TV thing is going to stop us."

"But-" Mikado tried to think of a possible argument to use against his friend. Unfortunately, not a one came to mind - at least, none that would convince the blond youth to quit.

"No buts! this will be fantastic because one: girls, and two: me." Kida was way too excited as he began to scan the crowd around them. However, he was alone in this act; Mikado for his part tried to shrink back and make himself less likely to attract attention.

"Kida!" Called the voice of a girl, causing Kida to stiffen briefly and glance over, though he had already recognized the voice. It was a girl in a pink skirt, black top, and a white sweater coming over to the with a small on her lips.

Kida brightened. "Saki, coming back for more. I know I am dazzling." He gave an random bow. "Oh, and this is my friend Mikado, he's new here. Mikado, Saki; Saki, Mikado. Isn't she just great to look at?"

"Ah- I-it's nice to meet you, Saki-san." Mikado gave a hurried bow. "So... she's a friend?" The question came out tentatively as he looked to Kida for answers.

"Ah, yes. Saki, have you come to get another date with wonderful me?" Kida ignored the question.

Saki giggled. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Maybe I should just leave you two alone then..." Mikado said uncertainly.

Saki looked at the time on her cell phone. "Sorry, I was my way to meet someone."

"You're wounding my heart, Saki, meeting up with someone that isn't me. Call me any time, love." Kida gave another of his usual exaggerated hand gestures.

"Oh... Well, uh, see you later!" Mikado gave a much smaller, nervous wave.

"See now? Isn't this great fun Mikado?" Kida beamed at him waving excitedly after Saki.

"Who was she?" Mikado asked, ignoring his friend's question. "She wasn't your g-g..."

"All girls should be my girlfriend, at least once, Mikado." Kida proclaimed, beaming like an idiot. "That is just the way it should be. And she was one of the lucky ones who got to have coffee and pastries together."

"So... you mean you actually-?" Mikado blushed at the thought.

"Yup." Kida nodded. "Actually coffee more than once even. Wonderful times were had, Mikado, wonderful times."

"W-wow..." It was a little odd to think that Kida had been in a relationship before... And even odder that he had managed to get into said relationship in the first place. "I didn't know you got a girlfriend here."

"Of course, I've gotten dates. Not many can resist Masaomi Kida. Like Saki, one of the many who got to share in the glory of my company. Also, you can't be flustered over something small like that. You'll never be able to hold a girl's hand if you're blushing over that."

"K-Kidaaaa," Mikado whined, still just as flustered - if not moreso.

After Kida had unwillingly dragged Mikado to multiple places other place for the sole purpose of, of course, hitting on girls then ended up at Mikado's rundown apartment. The new TV looked out of place in the small, dank space.

"It's gonna rain tonight, Mikado. Know what that means?" Kida plopped himself down in front of the blank TV screen.

"The Midnight Channel, right?" Mikado said, sitting down as well. "Do you really think something will happen?" His voice was dubious.

"We have a Headless Rider! That's more crazy than a channel that only shows up at midnight."

"Maybe..." Though he still sounded unsure.

As if on cue, the television set began to crackle as the screen slowly lit up. The image was filled at first with static, though it quickly faded to reveal a startling scene.

There was a girl, most definitely. But she was struggling against an unseen assailant, trying to wrench her arms away. But before either of the boys could see who it was, the TV blinked off again, leaving the room in silence.

"Whoa! Didja see that? That poor girl." Kida jumped to his feet, his actual concern masked by the personality he always had around his best friend.

"Who was that? A scene like that... that couldn't be a soul mate," Mikado said, having risen to a crouch at the sight of the girl in distress.

"Wait... should we do something, now?"

"Do you think... if we jumped in now, we could do something about it?" Mikado asked, uncertain. "What if it sent us somewhere else?"

"You should've gotten a bigger TV if you wanted to do that, Mikado," Kida pointed out.

"Yeah... So what should we do?" Mikado asked, starting to feel a little guilty about going cheap and buying such a small television set. If he had known that he could have used it to help out people...

"If only we could be the heroes and sweep in to save that mysterious girl, but it was blurry. No TV shop is even open right now."

"So... all we can do is wait until tomorrow." Mikado leaned back, sitting down again. And yet, he couldn't help but feel horribly alarmed. Someone was in trouble, but they had no way of doing anything to help.

"Only thing. Well, I've gotta get back to my place now. We can even talk to Anri tomorrow."

"Do you think she watched it, too?" Mikado asked after a moment.

"Perhaps, if she knows about the rumor. Not like she won't believe us."

"Yeah, after seeing that..." Mikado fell silent once again.

"We can decide what to do later. For now, I've gotta go. BYE!" Kida stood to leave, giving a small, snappy wave. And yet, though he wore a smile outwardly, he couldn't help but wonder...

Why did that girl look so familiar...?