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Kimika stood, sweating, after having run a few miles on the ship's treadmill. She was slow, like her mother, but she could run forever. She'd been doing a lot of running lately, trying to not think of Takashi as they made their way to District Seven.

To her 'luck' the object of her thoughts strolled into the gym wearing a tight white t-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin and a pair of sweat pants that rode low on his hips. Kimika didn't even know she'd been staring until Takashi cleared his throat.

"You alright, Kimika? Did you run too much? Can I get you some water?" Takashi asked in a concerned tone.

Kimika shook her head a little harder than necessary as she started the treadmill back up accidently, "No, no, I'm fine really-" she was cut short as she lost her footing on the no moving treadmill and went flying off of it. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Takashi caught her before she hit the opposite end.

Every ounce of blood in her body flew to her face, making her look a bit like a cherry. She jerked herself away from him. "S-S-Sorry! I've got to go!" Without even looking at his face or turning off the treadmill, Kimika turned and ran from the gym.

Running down the hallway, Kimika ran into something she looked up and Grandma Hitachiin was grinning devilishly at her. "Where are you off to in a hurry?" She asked.

"Um, shower," Kimika mumbled as she tried to push past the older woman.

Grandma Hitachiin laughed, "I bet you want to cool off that impressive blush." She prodded. Kimika stared back at her slightly agape. "No. I-" Grandma Hitachiin held up her hand. "You can't fool me, princess, you're in love."

Kimika's eyes grew as wide as dishpans. No! She couldn't be in love! He was her parent's age! Shaking her head rapidly in disbelief and denial, Kimika turned and ran through the ship. She didn't know where she ran to; she just knew she had to run.

Grandma Hitachiin smirked as she watched her run away. "Was it something I said?"

"You know, that really wasn't very nice of you." The twins said from the doorway of their new cabin nearby. "She's had a hard few weeks. She DID kill her own father in a fit of anger and hurt, sure, he deserved it, but still." Their voices held disinterest and boredom on the surface, but Grandma Hitachiin heard a hint of sadness and pity hiding beneath the surface.

Grandma Hitachiin watched them accessing, "A girl like her wouldn't hurt from having a love in her life. I know about her past, it would be hard for her to see it, but she needs it." The twins stared open mouthed at their grandmother, "and when are the two of you going to settle down and make me a great grandmother? Hmm."

The Red-Headed Devils gaped at Grandma Hitachiin in shock for a moment, before the full force of her words hit them. The turned crimson and slammed the door to their cabin a panic - leaving Grandma Hitachiin laughing in the corridor.

Back in Kimika's room – she went around the entire ship just to dodge Grandma Hitachiin – she was sitting on her bed staring out her window. Who cared what Grandma Hitachiin said, she couldn't possibly be in love with Takashi. Could she?

On the other side of the ship a man mindlessly moved through his kendo drills. Lost in his own thoughts. Why had he felt like that when Kimika fell in his arms? He hadn't felt like that since he last held Haruhi, the day before Mitsukuni was killed. Was he transferring his feelings for Haruhi onto her daughter? Or were these new feelings? Ones that Kimika had brought to life on her own?

He'd tried to push it away but this was something he'd have to deal with before it got out of control. If what he was feeling was lingering emotion transferred from his love of Haruhi onto Kimika then he just needed to face the truth Haruhi is dead – but, if he was growing independent feelings for Kimika... Well that made things a little more difficult.

Down the corridor, in a small cabin, the Red-Headed Devils decided on a plan to ditch their Grandmother in District Seven. They wanted their ship back and her lovey dovey plots gone.

They sat with their heads pressed together whispering in an undertone. "I don't know if this will work..." The first Red-Headed Devil said. "We can't let her boss us around. We stole this ship fair and square," the second Red-Headed Devil whispered sharply.

"Ya," the first Red-Headed Devil said, "but she took it back rather fairly too. That land mine was beautiful." "True," the first Red-Headed Devil whispered. "It was almost as if she knew we were coming…."

Fear struck both them. "What if she did!" They said in unison pointing at one another coming to the same conclusion together.

She was tracking the ship. If they wanted to get rid of her they'd have to find the tracking device first. If they left anywhere that wasn't as isolated as District Six they'd be in BIG trouble.

"Crap," said the first Red-Headed devil. "She's craftier than we give her credit for." The second nodded thoughtfully, "Don't worry, we just need to find that tracking device then dump her on the next satellite and we're free."

While the two of them plotted on how to find the tracking device, Grandma Hitachiin listened in on their conversation using the combination tracking/spying device she'd had implanted in Hikaru during his appendix surgery. They'd never get away from her.

Unbeknownst to even Grandma Hitachiin, Yoshian was watching her as she sat plugged into the port in the main board room. A very Kyoyaish smirk on his face, "It's all falling into place, sir." He pushed the glasses up on the bridge of his nose and the light caught them menacingly. The Trickster continued her slow journey towards District Seven.


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