For those of you who didn't quite get the last chapter, it was a flashback of how Eijun first met Miyuki. Don't understand how Eijun became the soulless maid he is now? Remember the cold sensation he felt when he first put on the dress? It was the beginning of his "soulless" days. Don't worry, it'll become clearer :)

Chapter 6: Cracked Part I

Miyuki woke up with a start. He looked around with alert, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Aware that nothing was happening, he sunk back into the sheets of his bed. "Why do I keep having dreams from the past?" he asked himself, staring at the ceiling through his bleary eyes. "It's not like I miss the old him or anything." He yawned, rubbing his eyes while searching for his glasses on the bedside table. He found them and adjusted them on his face, content with his clear sight.

The mastermind glanced at his phone. "Crap, I have class today." He reluctantly slid out of bed, grabbed a few toiletries and headed for the ballroom sized bathhouse. On the way, he stopped and slightly opened the door to a certain room. Peeking inside, he saw Eijun sleeping, a peaceful but painful expression on his face. 'It's nice to see him this way once in a while.'

Kuramochi grinned as Miyuki sat next to him in the grand classroom. "Hyaha! I didn't think you'd actually come to class today."

The bespectacled man shrugged. "I'm bored. Plus, I at least need to get a degree in something before graduating college."

"True. But I still don't get why we need to finish our college education if we already have jobs and money," the former shortstop whispered.

Miyuki smirked. "It's just a cover-up. Acting like completely normal students while we're actually underground business men. No one up here knows us; that's a given."

"Facts."

Later that day, Miyuki was at a loss for words.

CRASH!

It had been months since Eijun had last dropped his food. Something was wrong.

He ran to the kitchen and saw the maid's hand scalded with blood and tea burns, proof of the broken tea cup on the floor. "Sawamura, what happened?"

"It's a mere scratch, Miyuki-sama. I can take care of it–"

"No, you won't." The mastermind ordered, carefully grabbing the injured hand. "I'm not going to let you hurt yourself any further."

"Miyuki-sama, I insist that I'm fine–"

SLAP!

The bespectacled man frowned. "Since when were you in charge? Obey my orders! Do you understand me?"

Eijun bowed reluctantly. "Certainly, Miyuki-sama."

"Youichi-sama, is something the matter?" Haruichi asked, worried about his unresponsive master.

Kuramochi shook his head, slowly closing the fridge as he gathered his thoughts. "No, I'm fine… hey, would you mind going out for a while? I need some groceries."

"Um, sure."

As the pinkette left the mansion, the green-head dialed a number on his phone. "Hey…"

"What?" Miyuki asked, currently skimming through his textbooks.

"Hyaha! What's with the gloomy tone?"

"Does it look like I wanna study for second semester finals to you?"

"Nah, but… watch out for the mirror." With that, the former shortstop hung up and began to play a game he invented: Cheetah Crush Saga.

Miyuki shrugged as he shoved his phone in his pocket and pushed his books to the side of the desk. "What's going to happen to the mirrors I have? Which mirror? He's acting weird."

Standing up, he turned off the lights, removed his shirt and jumped into bed. Setting his glasses on the table, he drifted into another memory from the past.

Miyuki awoke a bit early, around a quarter to midnight. Sweat drenched his forehead and chest as he shrugged away the scarring nightmare lingering in the corner of his mind.

CRACK!

Restless, he gasped.

He snatched his glasses and put them on, searching frantically for the source of the noise. There was no one in his room.

Eijun was sleeping by now, so he couldn't be a suspect.

Wary from his nightmare, the bespectacled man flew out of bed and from his drawer, pulled out a secret gun he used for emergencies only. Turning the safety off, he walked around his room cautiously, his footsteps light.

CRACK!

Miyuki's grip on the gun tightened, now realizing that the sound was coming from the back of his wardrobe. His finger on the trigger, he kicked the door open, swiping all his clothes off the racks.

His face suddenly went pale as death. Eyes widening, the mastermind let the gun tumble to the ground. He stood there, emotionless, his mouth hung wide open, the source of the sound piercing his soul.

This could not be happening, he thought.

'Nah, but… watch out for the mirror,' Kuramochi had said with his voice on edge.

No wonder the former shortstop was concerned. He was right.

Miyuki traced his index finger along the broken glass of a large oval shaped mirror encrusted with black and golden diamonds.

SHATTER!

His finger bled as a broken shard fell to the ground, splitting into smaller pieces.

"The mirror… cracked…"

I know you're totally confused, but the redpenkiller's got your back, don't worry! It will make sense in due time.