Kasahara blushed madly and reread the poem. 'He must have put this in here a while ago, the paper is a bit crumpled,' she thought. She looked at the beautiful handwriting and sighed. She closed her eyes and hugged the paper against her chest, and leaned back in her chair, and said out loud: "Thank you, my Prince...I love chamomile." She sat like that for a few seconds, then remembered she wasn't alone. She sat straight up quickly and gasped, putting the paper on her desk. She side-glanced at Dojo who was looking at her with a small grin.

"What was that?" he asked, taking a sip of cola. Kasahara didn't look at him.

"I didn't say that, got it?" she said. He smiled and chuckled quietly, something he never, ever did, and went back to work. She put her elbows on her desk, forehead in her hands. 'why do I have to be so stupid?' she thought. She remembered one of her brothers letters, it told her why she was so stupid. She swallowed hard and went back to her computer. She typed something very quickly, then reread, and deleted in. She did this many times, and Dojo practically lost it.

"What are you writing?" he snapped. She thought for a moment, then answered:

"Nothing I guess, I don't know what to write..."

"Then think before you type, all right, it's very annoying like gnats in your ear, only just a bit less annoying," he told her. 'God!' he added in his head.

They were silent once again.

Kasahara doodled chibi's in her notebook, and made one of Dojo. She smiled at it, then wrote his height underneath. She drew another one of her, and put her height, and grinned. They were only two inches apart, Kasahara taller than him, but she made a point about it whenever she could. Kasahara noticed though, that Dojo had grown a quarter inch since they met. She let her head fall gently on her desk, and she fell asleep.

"Kasahara-san! Wake up! Come on..." Dojo shook her gently, and she sat up.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"2:06, I noticed you fell asleep a couple minutes ago," Dojo answered. His hand was still on her shoulder, holding her gently, but he quickly withdrew.

"Oh! I thought it was time to go," she complained. Dojo sighed, and told her to get up. She stood, and looked at him. "What?"

"We're going for a walk. You need to stay awake and alert, and knowing you, you can only do that when you're alone and there's someone after you. We're gonna go separate ways, and I'm going to attack you at random times, you defend yourself," Dojo told her. Her eyes flew open. 'Wait, what did he just say?' she thought. She looked at him stupidly for a minute, so he finally took her hand, and led her to he first bookshelf.

"Walk," he said clearly. She obeyed, and wove between the tall shelves, totally ready for any attack that might come her way.

Dojo mostly wanted to do this to see if she had improved. He had been unable to attend karate with her, and judging by her tackle from earlier, she was improving. He also wanted to see the look on her face when he pinned her to the ground, payback for drawing the chibi's of him in her notebook. He stalked her quietly, and after a few moments, he wondered if she even remembered he was following her, for she went into the restrooms. He stood on the other side of the wall, waiting to watch her walk out. She didn't, and he narrowed his eyebrows. 'What's taking her so long?' he thought. He let down his guard, and looked around the dim, but huge, library.

Someone grabbed his left arm, and pulled him forcefully forward, then caught his other arm, and held them for a few seconds. He ducked and spun, making the other person let go, and put both their arms behind their back, and tripped them, letting go, but they grabbed his hands and sent him down too. He caught a glimpse of Kasahara's face as he held her their on the ground. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong and she eventually gave up. Dojo stood up and took her hand, helping her to her feet.

"You did better, catching the other person off their guard, good idea," he said, and a small grin appeared on his face.

"Yeah, but don't ever do that unless someone knows that you're following them," Kasahara told him.

"What?"

"Stand outside the girls' restrooms, they'll think you're a pervert or something," she smiled, her eyes tired.

"Maybe it would be better just to read," Dojo suggested, knowing she was probably exhausted. She nodded, and went to the fiction section, Dojo preferred the science fiction, and searched the shelves, finding finding one that caught his eye. As he walked back to his desk, he passed Kasahara who was sitting on the floor, reading manga.

"What are you doing?" he asked. She jumped and looked over at him.

"Reading, why? Is it time to go?" she replied, standing up quickly.

"No, we still have three hours. Isn't it uncomfortable on the ground though?" he inquired, looking at the tiled floor.

"No, I like it better than chairs," she sat back down and opened her book once again. Dojo walked next to her, and sat down. She quickly closed the book and looked at him, who was reading sleepily his own book. "Why are you next me?" she asked. He wasn't actually next to her, more of a yard to her right.

"I'm not next to you, and I'm allowed to sit where I want," he replied sharply. He thought she was going to get up and leave, but instead she cautiously opened the book, and started reading again. They were silent for a moments, skimming through their books. Suddenly Kasahara laughed and said something like: "I can't believe he did that," under her breath.

"What?" Dojo asked, looking up from the boring book he had picked.

"Nothing," she answered quickly and shut the book.

"Show me," Dojo said.

"Why do you care?" she wanted to know.

"I'm just bored," Dojo replied, shrugging, then returned to his own book. Kasahara handed him the book, and he laughed. "Heart No Kuni No Alice? You like that?"

"What? I am a girl after all!" Kasahara replied, taking the book from him.

"I know, but I didn't know you that much of a girl," Dojo smiled.

"Hey! There's action and adventure in this. And you can't judge what I like," Kasahara told him, and put the book back, her face softened with a slight blush. She picked up another manga book, and shoved the cover in his face. "There, is that better? Death Note? A murder mystery thing?" she taunted, kneeling and shoving it closer to his face to add emphasis.

"Look Kasahara-san, I don't really-," started Dojo.

"What-?" Kasahara felt her tie be pulled tight, and she fell forward, into Dojo. She hit her head on his knee, then was pinned to the ground. "What the Heck was that?"

"...know," he finished. She looked up at him and literally bit her tongue. She had a strong sense to punch him and get away, but before she had the chance, they heard shuffling. They stood up quickly, and listened again. There was someone in the library

"Kasahara-san, you go that way. Have your gun and fighting ready," Dojo ordered. She went in the direction indicated, Dojo going the opposite way. She rounded shelves and saw no one. Everything was silent until someone grabbed her throat from behind, and she felt something sharp press against the small of her back, and cut her skin.

"Just be silent, and you'll get out of here alive," a mans' voice said. She took a short, shaky and nodded slightly, walking in front of the man, not being able to see his face. He led her to the mens' restroom, and opened a cracked window, making her climb out first before him. They were silent as they walked through the alleys, the dark night slightly illuminated with the coming dawn.