A/N: This is going to be intense as shit. So, with that being said, when should I end this story off? I love writing this, I do, but I'm not sure it can be one of the really long ones, as it has a pretty generic plot.

Satoshi continued sprinting down halls and staircases, frantically calling her name. Every now and then, he would pass tenants that offered anything but help. Dirty looks, complaints, whatever they could throw at him before he turned the corners.

"Naomi, wait! It's me, Satoshi! Don't run!" The brunette huffed as he burst through the doors of the entrance. He searched the area, cupping his hands over his mouth as he called over and over again. Satoshi didn't seem to care if he looked like a cross-dresser that escaped an asylum, he just wanted to make sure Naomi was okay. He began jogging, turning his head to look behind buildings, trees, things that she could've hidden behind. After deciding his girlfriend wasn't anywhere near the apartments, Satoshi ran for her house. He panted, pinching his aching sides. "For you..." He wheezed, and pressed on.

"Hey, you alright?" Yoshiki asked Ayumi, who ran at the same pace beside him. She almost tripped a couple times on the pants she was wearing, but continued to run.

"I'm... fine..." Ayumi winced, already feeling a lump of ice swell in her throat. Every further step they took, she looked sicker and sicker.

"Are you... sure?" Yoshiki was tired, too, but he still had more breath available.

"F-Fi...ne..." She coughed. The blonde shook his head, grabbing her wrist, still scampering at her side. He pulled her closer, and before Yoshiki had made an Ayumi pancake, he maneuvered his arm under her legs and carried her bridal-style. She was certainly shocked, expecting to be acquainted with the floor, but instead, she found herself in his arms. Yoshiki gave her a quick smile, having to slow down his rush so she didn't fall.

"There's... the entrance..." He heaved. Finally, they were out of the complex. Ayumi hopped from his cradle, immediately grabbing his hand.

"You can't run anymore!" She protested, waiting for him to recover.

"I won't." Yoshiki plainly said. Ayumi raised a brow at him. "C'mon!" He exclaimed, pulling her towards a car in the nearby lot. It wasn't parked- it had just stared moving.

"What are we-" She noticed what he might be implying. "Are you crazy! Kishinuma-kun!" The vehicle was opened in the back- it was a pick-up truck. Yoshiki dragged her along.

"Hurry, we'll miss our ride!" He laughed. "Don't worry! I know this person. I know where they're going. I'll give you a lift!"

"Hey, wait- woah!" They were right next to the car that was about to join the busyness of the street when Yoshiki grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up onto the back. As the truck turned, he sprinted, leaped, and rolled beside her. Panting and cracking up at the same time, Yoshiki sat up.

"Well, that was fun." He received a blow to the stomach.

"Fun? You're crazy! You're ignorant! Why would you- AH!" Ayumi shrieked as she tumbled backwards, the automobile having sped up. She made an unsuccessful attempt to grab the sides before she felt something grab her shirt.

"Hang onto the sides and get as far away as you can." Yoshiki commanded, pulling her from the opened portion. She scooted away, not having time to yell at or thank him. The blonde slid next to her, feeling around for her hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah... Yeah." Ayumi mumbled, still upset they were in the back of some stranger's truck. "Now, when do we get off?"

"Mom? Mom!" Naomi yelled after storming through the door. "What's wrong? What's the emergency?" She sped to the kitchen, glancing around every possible moment she could. Nothing seemed to be different, but she was still concerned. "Are you alright? Where are you?" There was no reply for at least a minute.

"In here, my dear!" A sweet voice spoke. It sounded like there was no state of contention to worry whomever was talking... her mother. Naomi stopped searching her house after hearing those words. She gulped, not exactly sure why she was so nervous to peek around the corner into the kitchen. "Naomi, sweetie, are you there?" No sound. No movement. "Naomi, come here." The mutter sounded stern, like she was going to get punished if she disobeyed. Not another sound. Not another movement. Utter stillness, utter silence. "Na-o-mi..."

"H-Huh?" The teenager jumped, trembling at her tone.

"Please, come to me..." Whispers.

"M-M-Mom?"

"Come to me, Naomi..." Soft speaking.

"Why are-"

"To me, Naomi..." Talking.

"Who is-"

"Me, Naomi." Almost a yell.

"Mom?"

"NA-O-MI." A crash, a bang, a slam. Naomi screamed, not daring to look inside. She slowly backed away, careful not to bump into any tables or chairs. There were no more sounds, but something had to be happening.

"Uh...uh..." She wheezed, feeling dizzy. "Mom? Are you in-"

"NAOMI!" A boy charged through the door. His skirt was wrinkled, his blouse was drenched in sweat. Chocolate hair matted to his forehead.

"Sato-" Before she could finish, he already made his way towards her, heaving in breaths and he wrapped her into an embrace.

"Are... you... safe?" Satoshi asked, panting. Naomi didn't know how to respond, so she just stood there, returning the hug. "Don't... scare me... like that!" He said, breaking away to look at her. She had lost her color from confusion and fright, but he didn't seem to really notice. "What's wrong?" Silence, then what sounded like glass shattering.

"NA-O-MI?" The voice called, again. "WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?"

"What the-" Naomi covered his mouth with her hand.

"SEIKO? THAT SEIKO PERSON?" Another crash.

"Seiko..." She whispered, tears collecting in her eyes. She fought them back and continued to listen.

"NO, SOMEONE ELSE IS WITH YOU." There was a long, almost painful pause.

"Satoshi-kun?"