The Girl in the Ward

Fish... ... ... :)

Kyo Sohma is so hot... I'm watching Fruits Basket again. XD

Tee hee! Yuki's cross-dressing again... LOL!

I just love how only one person got my hint right! XD Everyone assumed the same thing... you'll find out next chappie who was right~!

Hmm... I was gonna say something... but now I can't remember what! CX Tee hee!


Chapter 4 - Meltdown

"Yawn..."

I blink my eyes open at the sound of our alarm clock, and groan. "Nghn..."

"Rin?" Someone's shaking me... why is someone shaking me...? "Rinny, wake up!"

"I am awake, Mikuo... leave me alone already..." I roll over, swatting his hand away.

"Come on, Rinny! Today your dad's coming to visit! You have to wake up!"

I sit up so fast then, we bump heads. "Ow..." I groan, rubbing the bump. Mikuo laughs, though he's also hurt the same way.

"That got you up! Maybe we should set that as our alarm; 'Rin, your dad's here! Rin, your dad's here!" he laughs, and I can't help but smile back to him.

'He has no idea...'

I glance over at Len, who's watching us with a small smile.

'But Len knows.'

I put my hair accessories back in my hair, and glance at the small mirror on my bedside. All mirrors have plastic covering over it, in case someone tries to cut themselves with glass shards, I suppose.

Oh, yeah, they officially claimed me to be stable enough yesterday to get back my hair clips and ribbon. Normally I would've been thrilled... but I had bigger things to think about.

When Mikuo leaves for the bathroom to get changed, Len sits himself down beside me on my bed, though he leaves enough space between us for another person to sit between. I wonder... is he giving me space, or is he just afraid and giving himself some space?

"You're nervous." he says. Funny how it's not even a question, but a statement. Over-confident bastard... "Mikuo doesn't have a dad, so he doesn't really understand."

"He told you that?" I look over to him.

Len shrugs. "Let's just say... I was a little... concerned about him. So... I kind of did some digging through the files."

In other words, he was afraid he's be harmed, and took precautions to know what he'd be up against. Smart.

"Is it right of me to assume you won't be sharing any of that info with me?"

"I just did, didn't I?" he smiles.

"You know what I mean."

"Well then, yes, you would be correct."

I sigh. "That's fine... I guess it doesn't really matter too much anymore anyway. I know he's not dangerous."

We're quiet for a moment.

"Why are you always so... you know..." I try asking. He watches me curiously. "It's like you're always trying not to let people get close to you, in a way. Like... you sort of put up a wall."

"..." He cocks his head. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, exactly."

"Well... sometimes, it's almost like those people in stories, who try to protect the ones they care about by keeping themselves away from them. But you're innocent, so you shouldn't have to. That's what I don't understand."

The ghost of a smile appears on his face. "I guess it's just part of my nature."

Silence ensues between us then, but it's not completely awkward. He's a quiet one, and I'm fine with that.

But it's always the quiet ones...

I have to hold back my laughter. Oh, how true...

I jump in surprise when I feel something on my hand. 'Spider?!' But no, surprisingly, it's someone else's hand- Len's hand.

His eyes are boring into my eyes with a strange warmth. He squeezes my hand and whispers, "Good luck."

I know he's talking about the upcoming meeting with my father... but I can't help but blush. I mean, who wouldn't?

"Quit being weird..." I say, hiding my face. He chuckles, and stands up, walking towards the bathroom door. Perfect timing too; just then, the door slams open, and out Mikuo waltzes, now fully dressed.

"Hiya!" he says. Len just brushes past him, walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

"..." Mikuo stares at the closed door. "Rude, much... he could've at least said hi back!"

I laugh, and he grins at me. Suddenly, his face lights up like he has an idea. He leans in closer. "We've got like, 10 minutes still before we have to go, so..." He looks both ways, as if someone may be listening. "Wake me up when we leave."

With that said, he runs back to his bed, and collapses in it. I laugh. "You know, Len'll drag you out when he sees you like that."

Mikuo's eyes open wide. "... If Len asks, I left early."

"He's not that stupid, you know. He's obviously smarter than you are."

Mikuo sits up. "Not true; there's a difference between being smart and lazy."

I roll my eyes. "Stupid-head."

"Well... okay, I guess he's just a little smarter than me, life-wise, but our test scores are pretty much the same, and I'm way awesomer than him, so that's got to count for something."

"Stupid."

Mikuo just sticks out his tongue. "Whatever."


"That's going to fall if you put that there."

Teto looks away from her pencil structure to glare at me. "No it won't. I'm the architect of this magnificent skyscraper, I should know."

I glance at her 'magnificent skyscraper' with a raised brow. "It looks like a demented teepee."

"It's a beautiful teepee, thank you very much!" Teto argues.

"I like it..." Yuki says from beside me.

"See? I told you it's awesome!" Teto boasts.

"No, you said it was magnificent." I say.

She rolls her eyes at me, and sticks out her tongue. "Same freaking thing." She resumes her 'construction'.

"I already told you, it's going to fall if you put that there. Those two-", I point at the two pencils she wants to use for support, "aren't stable enough to hold it up."

"Bullshit." Teto says.

"Don't swear!" Yuki cries out. "That's against the rules!"

Teto sighs. "Sorry. Bullcrap." Yuki squirms, but doesn't say anything against the new synonym.

Teto, face scrunched up in concentration, carefully places the pencil on the pointed end of the other two. It wobbles... but stays. "Ha! Take that, Rin!" she says, jumping out of her chair.

But when she jumped, her knee wacked her desk. The pencils give way, as the whole 'magnificent skyscraper' tumbles to the ground. Teto just stares at the remains of her creation in horror, and I can't help but laugh.

"Ha! Nice one, Teto!" I laugh, holding back tears.

"Um... are you three done your English work already?" The teacher asks.

"Yep!" I say, finally regaining control over my laughter.

Two rows over, I can't help but notice Len's small smile, as he bends over his desk working.

Teto slumps back down in her chair and grins. "I so totally didn't finish my work!" she whispers proudly. "I don't see the point, anyway. I mean, they'll probably never let me out of here, and even if they do, this stuff goes on your records. Nobody would want to hire someone who has 'stayed at Vancouver's home for the mentally ill' on their record."

"They will if they're desperate!" Yuki offers.

"Or if they're even more messed up than we are." Teto mopes.

I smile, though I should probably feel as down as she does when thinking of the future. Honestly though, the real world seems more like a completely different dimension compared to this. To me, I almost feel like I'll stay here forever. The real world is like a distant dream, so sad... Why would I want to return to that?

"Hello?" Gumi pokes her head through the doorway. "Could I borrow Rin for a moment?"

But of course, just to make sure I'm never completely happy, some of the real world has to come back and haunt me.

It's time now. The father who hasn't cared to see me in 6 years... I'm going to meet him again. But why now of all times...?

As I stand from my seat, the truth really sinks in. I'm going to see my dad... I'm going to see my dad... What does Dad want?! I don't want to see him! No! He doesn't have the right! He could've visited some other time in the last few times, when I needed him! Not now!

Despite the fact that I'm starting to feel sick, mixed with the shouting of protests inside my head, I walk over to where Gumi is waiting. She smiles. "Are you ready?"

I don't say anything, just nod.

"I'm aware you don't get along very well with your dad- or at least, that you don't see each other often, but I think it'll be fine. Do you want a room with cameras, just in case?"

"..." My head is hurting. "Len."

"What?"

His face flashes in my mind. His warm gaze from this morning, wishing me good luck... I need him. I can't do this without him. I can't... I need him.

"I need him."

"You need... Len?" Gumi looks hesitant. "Well... I don't know..."

"Then I'm not going." I say. "I won't go without him."

Gumi sighs, but goes back into the class. Not too long after, she comes back with him in tow. I must look so pathetic right now, so desperate... I nervously brush back a strand of hair, and look away. (1)

"It's okay, Rin." he smiles a half-smile that automatically relaxes me.

"Coming?" Gumi asks.

He looks up. "Yeah, sure." I glance up at him in worry, and he smiles at me. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

I nod, and follow him down the hallway. It seems like forever before we get to... wherever we are. With every step, my stomach seems to feel heavier. Heavier and heavier, until I reach the door.

"I feel sick...!" I say. Len gently rubs my back, and pushes me forward slightly.

"This is it." he says. "Just get it over with. You'll be fine."

The door opens, and suddenly I'm in a room with white walls. There's a white cot in a corner, and only one single window shines sun into the room, though there's also a light bulb above our heads. (2)

But my gaze is focused on the man in front of me. His back is facing me, his face dramatically turned to the window. And then, he spins around.

Dell Honne looked good for his age. He must still be in his early thirties, but he has the advantage of his hair already being a natural silver color, which hides any obvious graying.

Wrinkles are forming around his eyes, though it may just be from smiling. Smiling… with his other family. The step-mother I've never met. The half-brothers I've only seen pictures of. But if that's the case… it most certainly doesn't appear to be so now. This… is most definitely NOT a smile.

He walks up closer, glaring at me all the while. He stops about 10 feet away, and looks up to Gumi. "Who's he?"

Gumi put a hand on Len's shoulder, though they're nearly the same height. In fact… I think Gumi might be just a little shorter. "This is Len. One of Rin's roo- friends." She quickly corrects herself.

Oh? Does Dell not know yet?

"And why is he here?"

"Rin insisted on him being here." Gumi replies nervously.

"Well I want him out."

"I'm sorry sir, but if Rin insists on him being here, it's either he stays, or they both leave." Gumi says sternly, though her voice seems a little strained.

Even other adults seem to get their confidence sapped out of them in front of my father's piercing gaze… interesting.

Dell stares at me for a moment, as if trying to hint I should tell Gumi to let Len leave. When I don't say anything, he sighs.

"Fine. Let him stay."

Gumi smiles at us one last time, awkwardly rests her hand on Len's back for a moment, then takes her leave.

Len brushes up to me, which I appreciate. It reminds me that he's here, and that I'm not alone.

"So…" Dell eyes us with a raised brow. "Are you two… together?"

I flinch, and Len shifts away. So long to that appreciation… "N-No, we're just friends." I stutter, hiding my face not only from my father, but from Len's stare that I normally allow, and even enjoy.

Out of the corner of my eye, Dell's eyebrow raises even higher. "It doesn't seem like it. Don't lie."

"She's not lying." Len says.

A small pause.

"Oh, I get it. That 'friends with benefits' thing sure is getting popular among kids these days…" Dell shakes his head with a smirk.

"It's not like that!" I protest. But it's too late; he's already made up his mind.

"Whatever. Like mother, like daughter, I guess."

Len glances at me with a strange expression for a moment, but I pretend I didn't see it, wish I hadn't seen it. "Mother was a good woman."

"Right. That's the same thing they said at the asylum."

I don't answer. Mom… you don't even remember who I am. Why am I defending you?

"I hope you realize how disappointed I am in you." Dell sits on the cot. I notice how the expression on Len's face changes. His jaw is set, his eyes coolly watching the man known as my father. "I come to visit, only to find you've followed Lily's footsteps."

He watches me for a reaction, but I don't give him one. I only hope he can't see my hands shaking at my sides.

"I knew from the moment you were a baby that you were just some crazy kid. Haku was stupid to think otherwise. She took care of you for what, 10 years?"

Wrong. Eleven.

"But you ended up killing her in the end. Even though I warned her."

Len's eyes widen. I have to resist the urge to scream 'He's lying!', and cry. Aunt Haku was one of the kindest people I knew. I would never have killed her.

"You're nothing but a selfish, bitchy brat, Rin Kagene. And I guess you always will be."

Silence, as I blink away small tears of rage in my eyes.

"Now you seduce this guy-" he gestures at Len, "so you can bring him down with you, huh? Sounds just like your mother."

"My mother loved you!" I yell at him. He smiles, glad to see he struck a nerve.

"Right. Sure. Whatever Haku told you, I'm sure she sweetened it a little. Did she forget to add the part where Lily Kagene, your mother, murdered my dad? Did she forget to add in how much blood was there? How your mother was just sitting beside him? Maybe she forgot to mention how the shock gave my mother a heart attack, and killed her?"

… Aunt Haku never mentioned anything about her mom dying of a heart attack… And I'd always assumed my mother was telling the truth; that my grandpa attacked her, and she defended herself. But this woman didn't even remember she had a child… how much else was twisted in her mind?

Dell grits his teeth. "I guess you want to kill me now too, huh? Go ahead, do it. I dare you to. Show these people how crazy you really are!"

Len steps away, watching me. Sniffling and crying, I look exactly like someone whose secret has just been uncovered. I look exactly like the killer Dell wants me to be. I look guilty.

"I'm not crazy…!" I say.

Whatever connected me to Len now- that small string of sympathy that bound me to him -snapped just then.

Did I betray him when I said those words? Of course. We're living in a mental ward. To say you're not crazy is saying you don't belong. It's like saying you're better than them.

'I'm not crazy…!' But if that were true, I wouldn't be here, would I?

'Len… I'm sorry.'

"Really?" Dell sneers. "You're not crazy? Then why are you still here? Why aren't you out yet? Why does everyone hate you then?"

A sudden thought occurs to me.

"You… knew."

The smirk on his face wipes away any doubt I had.

For 14 years now, I've suffered. Every person in town had been warned about the crazy child on Applewood Street. Everyone was told to keep the children away, to neglect me. Haku tried to help me, but couldn't change a thing. 'She's a murderer's daughter. She's crazy.' That's what they'd always say…

But he knew. He knew this was going on, that this was happening to me, that I was suffering… and he just relaxed and enjoyed my pain from miles away. Unlike his sister, he did nothing to try and help me. Just drank in my suffering…

His way of sweet revenge.

"It's true though. You even know it." Dell continues on with his torture. "Everyone hates you. Wouldn't it be better if you were never even born? It's never too late, you know."

A sob echoes in the room. My nails scratch at my chest, and I fall onto my knees.

The door opens behind me.

I think it might be Gumi, but I can't be sure. I can't hear anything but the ringing inside my head.

No, that's a lie. I can hear Len.

It takes a lot of strength, but emotional and physical, to look up. My head feels heavy, and my visions a little blurry…

He sees my staring, and frowns.

He must hate me now… I shouldn't have brought him. I shouldn't have brought him!

I squeeze my eyes shut. "You should be ashamed of yourself." He says. To me? I don't know. I hope not.

Suddenly, I feel a prick in my arm, and everything goes black.


Miku watched her friends from the side of the soccer field.

How she longed to be able to kick that black and white ball with them… but either Luka or Kaito would stop her anyway. Because it could emotionally scar her. 'Right.' Miku scoffed. 'As if I weren't already scarred enough.'

And to think… she could have been let out a long time ago. She'd gotten over herself a long time ago. Rape may not be something desired by people (unless they really did belong in a place like this), but it wasn't the end of the world. It couldn't be, for here she was, still very well alive.

She'd been 'healed' for weeks now. So why did she stay? Why did she pretend she was still so fragile? Simple, really.

Kaito kicked the ball from his side of the field. Miku watched as it flew through the air, and landed into the other net.

"Holy- Did you see that?!" Kaito shouted to the others. Luka rolled her eyes. Gakupo ran up to him, and clapped him on the back. "Nice!"

Kaito grinned , then turned towards Miku, his eyes sparkling. "Miku, did you see that?!" he asked, his eyes sparkling. Miku nodded quickly, just as amazed as Kaito himself was.

That, right there, was her reason: the young man standing in front of her- though, of course, he didn't know.

She could've been released ages ago... but he'd still stay. He'd stay here, even if he decided he didn't want to. They'd force him to.

It was easy enough too pretend she was as lost as before- for she once was. She knew how to act from experience. Be silent, act innocent, be scared of practically anything and everything.

Although she wasn't too pleased with the idea of humiliating herself when Meiko hit her, she had to play this role. Shaking and seeming unresponsive- that's exactly what the old Miku would do. Though to be honest, she'd nearly lost it then, and hit Meiko back. But then people would have noticed a difference in her actions. And besides... violent girls aren't all too appealing, are they? No doubt Kaito would have been disgusted.

Soccer had been her favorite sport before the accident. It still was. But, because of the fate she'd chosen for herself, she was forced to sit in the grass and watch instead, although she preferred watching over staying cooped up inside.

How long Miku had spent daydreaming, she couldn't tell, but she looked up, when Kaito came running over. "Can you pass me my water bottle?"

Miku lowered her head shyly, playing her part perfectly. "... Please."

Kaito cocked his head to the side in confusion, but then chuckled as he understood. "Alright, alright... can you pass me my water bottle please." Keeping a straight face the whole time, Miku handed him said bottle. She'd actually considered going into acting before... but now, there wasn't any hope left for it.

Dreams are shattered that quickly; in less than a half hour, Miku's entire life was destroyed.

'Come on, Miku, don't think like that...!' she scolded herself, and shook her head.

Kaito gave her a strange look- after all, shaking your head at... nothing... isn't exactly a normal thing to do -but smiled. "You're funny." he said, ruffling her hair.

Miku pouted, frowning up at him in a way meaning, 'Don't touch the hair.' He laughed, and ran back towards Luka and Gakupo, who were holding hands and whispering, constantly glancing our way.

And so she was alone again. Why was she always alone? Couldn't someone keep the crazy scarred girl company?

Absorbed into her thoughts again, she nearly missed Mikuo's shouting.

"Guys! Guys! He- Help! Come on!"

Miku frowned, as she watched her friend run up to the others. "Guys..." he panted. "Rin... dad...infirmary... passed out... Len... not happy... depressed people... no fun..." The three looked at each other.

"You're not making any sense, Mikuo." Gaku said.

Mikuo tried to catch his breath. How long had he been running...? "Rin... her dad came to visit, but he's like... mean, or something. So she had some sort of meltdown, and they incinerated her-"

"Incinerated her?!" Luka repeated. "I'm really hoping you mean injected..." (5)

"Yeah, whatever..." Mikuo scoffed. "Point is, she's in the infirmary."

"Yeah... and?" Gakupo asked. "This is a mental ward; people go into the infirmary every day, especially for mental breakdowns like that."

"But she's our friend! We have to visit her!" Mikuo whined like a child.

"Right... you two are just friends..." Gaku mumbled.

Mikuo frowned. "What...?" Luka elbowed Gakupo in the stomach, causing him to double over. "Where is she? Is she alright?" she asked. "Guys, come on! We have to go see her!"

Miku could tell Luka was only faking the enthusiasm- she could use a little work on her acting skills. It was to stop Mikuo from asking any questions, though God knows it was obvious he had feelings for the blondie. Miku was sure he'd already realized. Accepted, maybe not, but he had to have realized it to appear so panicked.

As for said blonde... Miku wasn't sure. Maybe it was because she didn't see Rin enough, or maybe the girl just masked her emotions well, or maybe Rin hadn't even realized it yet! Or maybe... just maybe, it was because those feelings didn't exist. Miku hoped for Mikuo's sake it wasn't that last one.

As everyone rushed after an impatient Mikuo, Miku stood from her spot on the grass. The grass was flattened, showing her body's imprint in the slightly damp ground. She smiled at the shape, then stood, and slowly walked towards the abandoned soccer ball. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then threw the ball in the air.

It landed on her knee, bouncing back into the air. She bounced to ball around like that, laughing at the familiarity and the joy. Then, she let the ball fall back onto the green soccer field.

She ran with it, dribbling the air-filled sphere, around, then shooting it into the net. She grinned. "Score...!"

She was completely unaware of the deep blue eyes watching her. Kaito had looked back, wondering simply where Miku went, noticing she wasn't beside him. But of all things... Kaito most definitely didn't expect to see her running around like a healthy child, chasing a dumb, old, dirty soccer ball.

Luka paused, and came up beside him, also staring at Miku. "It seems your dolly isn't as broken as she pretends to be." she said thoughtfully.

From her office, staring out the window, Gumi Megpoid and her coworker Kiyoteru Hiyama, were thinking the exact same thing.


Some say every person on the earth is like a complex puzzle. I don't believe this. I never really have.

The world is filled with three different categories of people. First, the boring people who will end up, or already are, working in a simple office. These are the people who constantly wish they could be other people, but don't have the guts to become them.

Then there are the simple-minded ones, who don't have any other care in the world but their hair and the people who they think look up to them. They'll live on until something comes their way, if anything ever does.

Then there are the absolute geniuses, those who, although they may not be the ones with the best grades in the class, have a dream, a goal to strive for, and really do succeed in them. These are the only people who really seem to make it in life.

But then there are those who belong in the 4th ignored and despised category: the crazy kids. (3)

Me.

The thoughts in my head bounce like ping-pong balls, unable to stop so I can focus on only one of them, as I struggle to regain my conscience.

"Rin…?"

My eyes finally blink open, and though my vision is still blurry, there's no mistaking the shaggy teal-colored hair I see.

"Mikuo…" My head hurts, and I rub my temple.

Mikuo lets out a small relieved smile. "You're alright… good. You definitely had all of us worried there!" A nervous chuckle as he scratches the back of his head.

I look down and see his hand is gripping lightly around my own. "…" He seems to notice my staring, and embarrassed, lets go, dropping his hand back to his side.

I can't help but kind of miss his warmth.

"Len… Where's Len?"

"He was just here. Do you want me to go find him?"

Len… is he mad at me? …I don't think so, but still, that dark part of my mind is screaming "Why wouldn't he be?!" I really hope he doesn't believe anything papa said…

Dad… suddenly, I feel sick again.

"Are you alright?" Mikuo asks. "Here, drink some water."

He hands me a glass, and I gulp it down, not realizing before how thirsty I was.

"Kiyo-san should be here pretty soon. He was supposed to wake you up earlier, apparently, but…" the corner of his lip twitches upward, but he doesn't finish the sentence.

A thought suddenly occurs to me. "Mikuo… shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"Geez, you just sounded like a teacher just then!" He laughed. "I skipped for today. I said all the stress could make the day traumatic for me, so they let me stay here!" Another laugh. "It's too easy, sometimes…"

I smile. "Thanks… I-"

"Rin, I see you're finally awake!" Kiyo-san says as he walks in.

I nod awkwardly. Not really knowing what to say. "Mikuo, I'm afraid you'll have to excuse us for a while… you know why."

Mikuo nodded. "You're doing private therapy early today."

Kiyo-san smiled, and nodded. "Yep. You can go back to class now, too."

Mikuo grumbled, but couldn't hide a small smile, as he made his way to the door. He waved at me, and closed the door behind him, leaving the young doctor and I alone in the room, about to discuss my fate.

"…"

"I'm sure you're wondering what's going to happen to you after yesterday." Kiyo-san said, shuffling through some papers.

"…" I don't say anything.

"Well… to get straight to the point, Gumi doesn't think you did any of what your dad said, but… you were going to be out of here pretty soon, but because of what he said, it's the rules that you have to stay longer."

"…" I was going to leave soon? How soon? A couple of days, a couple of weeks…? And now… that was gone. "How much longer do I have to stay?"

"… At least 6 months." Kiyo-san says.

My heart sinks, but I don't do anything to express it, other than the tears watered up at the corners of my eyes.

"Okay", is all I say.

After that, he asked questions about my past, about how I felt now, about other things, so many questions, and I answered them with a few words, waiting for the clock to finally stop ticking.

Eventually, I was let out, and sent to my dorm for social therapy.

When I got there, escorted by Doctor Kiyoteru Hiyama himself, I found both my room mates waiting for me.

Of course; Len was always supposed to be there at this time, and Mikuo had a day off. There wasn't anything strange about it.

I come in, and lay on my bed with a sigh.

"…" The two guys just stare at me. "…" I stare at the ceiling. 'Well…? What are they waiting for? Say something…!'

"… I might act funny today again." Mikuo finally says. "They decided to give me some happy pills. You know… because of my 'traumatic experiences' n' stuff."

I roll my eyes, and sit up. "Anyone ever tell you your conversation skills really suck?"

He shrugs, a small smirk on his face. "It's one of the many reasons I'm here."

I chuckle, and shake my head, lying back down on the dull mattress. And then the silence returns. 'It's one of the many reasons I'm here.' And yet, I still don't even know the real reason, the biggest, main reason.

Meanwhile, the guys are whispering about something in the corner. What exactly, I can't hear. Who knows what it is, really.

Suddenly, Len stands up, and walks to the bathroom. I watch him leave. Right before he steps in, he turns and raises a brow towards Mikuo. "You really should. Just saying." And then the door closed behind him.

I turn to look at Mikuo. "What was that about?" I ask.

Mikuo looks over to the far wall, and sighs in frustration. "He… well…" Another frustrated sigh. "I… think I should… tell you… I guess. But…" he looks back at me with pleading eyes. "Please… don't-"

"Tell me what?" Something is warning me against it, telling me I don't want to know. But I have to. I have to know. If not, how will anything work out? It'll just prove I really do think of these people as crazy mental ward people, instead of friends!

"…" (4) He rubs his temples. "I… want to tell you… what I did to get here."


I'm currently not satisfied with having a word count of only 4200, so I'm going to add a scene in Miku's perspective between the part with Rin's dad, and the part where she wakes up. If you're reading this, hopefully I actually stuck to my word, and the word count is at least 5500. If not… well… I suck.

Well… *done writing the Miku part* I came close. 5 445. *sigh* Oh well…

Question of the chapter (almost forgot): How do you think Rin will react to Mikuo's little confession? Good? Badly?

By the way, all my italics and boldings got deleted because I switched over to my crappy little laptop. :P I might (/probably won't) add them in later.

PLEASE REVIEW!


(1) Being self-concient... one of the first signs of love...~! Haha, sorry… XD
(2) Not like that... I mean on the ceiling above their heads... -.-"
(3) Some may disagree with me, but I can't help but find a ring of truth to this little speech of mine. Well? What category do you belong in? (I'll know based on what you answer… ;D)
(4) I'm so tempted to just add in, "I'm pregnant" right in there as a joke, but I have a feeling it'll ruin the moment… XD (I'm watching The Back Up Plan again. I love that movie~!)
(5) I seriously wrote incinerated at first... I couldn't remember (/still can't remember) the right word, so instead, I'm just saying injection. Yay~! XD It's still better than 'frozen'. "Incinerated her?! I really hope you meant froze her!" Right, Luka. Because freezing someone isn't as bad as incinerating them... (By the way, just in case, incinerating means lighting someone on fire, and basically burning them to dust.)