Baby seasons change
But people don't
And I'll always be waiting
In the back room
I'm boring
But over compensate
With headlines
And flash flash flash photography
But don't pretend you ever forgot about me. -
Fall out boy

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I found myself walking towards the Kujyou residence in a daze. The trees looked severely windblown and debrie was scattered everywhere. I breathed in deeply the smell of wet earth. We were lucky that we moved to the auditorium, the teachers had told us, because a mini tornado had formed and demolished a couple of buildings nearby. I couldn't help but think the scene was pretty, though, because the dew caught the sunlight and made everything shine with a particular beauty. Kazune and Karin were supporting Himeka's dead weight between them both, for they insisted to bring her home so Q-chan could care for her. (I had recently figured out that they were reffering to the butler when they said Q-chan)

Upon reaching the house, everyone moved much faster. I was left standing at the door. Micchi left to use the bathroom, and Kazune and Karin went to lay Himeka down. Then I heard a voice.

"Ey-lo again Jilly!" said a high pitch voice. I looked aound for the source, a little spooked. I finally rested my eyes on Karins cat, and I remebered how it was outside my bedroom window. It smiled at me. I flinched.

"What happened to Himaka?" It asked, pawing its way closer to me. I flailed my arms and shrieked.

"It speaks!!" I screamed, running to hide from it. It looked at me like I was dumb.

"Ofcourse I speak. I am Nyake!" The cat dead-panned, looking impatient. OH! So the cat was a god? "I was once Karins cat, Shi-chan." I came out from behind the chair I was hiding behind, and I flushed, embarrased. I should be used to strange things happening by now.

"So...?"

"So what?" I asked her, tipping my head to the side.

"So what happened to Himeka?" It inquired, pounching into my arms. I scatched behind her ears.

"She passed out in class today." I replied, giggleing at the relaxed look she had on her kitty-face. She suddenly became serious.

"Oh, that's no good!" Her squeaky voice was filled with worry. I stood in silence with her in my arms. Thats right! If Himeka is unwell, it must mean the other Himeka is doing good. I sighed. Was it good or bad? Himeka is usually the healthy half, so why should I be sad if the other half gets some time to be healthy? On the other hand, it means Himeka is unwell, and our team is doing badly. Karin slid back in on the wooden floor.

"Kazune wants us to get ready for training." She looked huffy. Karin didn't even notice Shi-chan in my arms. "There's child labor laws around for a reason. Haven't we been through enough today!?" She mumbled to herself, making a fist. I laughed at her and she looked up at me. "I'm being silly. Let's get ready now."

Shi-chan hopped out of my arms and stalked off. After making a call to my Godmother, I followed Karin up the stairs and to her room. She reached in the closet and pulled out two karate uniforms. I took the pair she held out to me.

"It's my backup one. If it doesn't fit, you can wear Kazune's." She reassured me. I fit into it, and we began our desent down the stairs. As we walked to god knows where, Karin asked a question. "Are you and Micchi... umm..." She blushed slightly, making me blink. Her question was unexpected, I mean, it was kinda obvious, ya know?

"Mostly." I said. Realizing that this answer was shifty and odd, I tried to explain. "It's not really official yet, I think. He makes it so hard to determine anything... But I really like him..." I clasped my hands together behind me and looked at the floor. Karin giggled.

"You're lucky, Jilly. You get to be with the one you like." Karins face was etched with sadness, and for a moment I pitied her. Kazune was a very difficult person. But I put a reasurring hand on her shoulder.

"If the feelings that you have for him are causing you too much pain, it might be a good idea to attempt getting over him." I suggested, looking somber. I always hated the thought of people giving up thier feelings for someone, but maybe it would be best in this situation. She looked up at me wide-eyed.

"You really think so?" She inquired, a look of desperation in her eyes. That look made me think otherwise. I hesitated. She really liked him, and he could possibly like her. It would be a waste for her to abandon her feelings.

"No, actually, I don't." I sighed. "It always seemed to me that you're not the type of person who gives up anyway. Be patient. I'm sure things will turn around." She seemed to approve of this answer, and she brightened a little. We walked a little farther down the hallway and then we made a right turn. It looked like an empty room. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail. Kazune and Micchi were standing in the middle of the room, Kazune looked furious and Micchi just waved hello. It kinda looked to me like they were just talking about something Kazune didn't particularly enjoy discussing. But all thought of that escaped me once I found myself on the floor. I had tripped.

I got back up and Karin seemed to be holding back a laugh, while Micchi was laughing openly. Kazune just seemed unhappy. I bet he was thinking he had a tough job ahead of him. He began the training by making us do a bunch of drills. Push ups! Curls ups! Sparring! Jumping jacks! I did well, but Karin was winded after 20 push-ups. Kazune and her kept squabbling cutely and Micchi and I would use the opertunity to rest. Finally, we got down to the transforming part. Karin transformed into her pretty-in-pink goddess form, bursting from a shell of light. It was amazing to watch a transformation. I only saw a silloette of her crunch into a ball, then her clothes peeled off of her black shape, replaced by her flowing dress. Her hair flew out of her ponytails and floated down her back. Then she was standing in front of me on the floor, a blush creeping across her face.

"You next." Kazune commanded bluntly. I unconciously wrapped my hand around my ring. Micchi looked excited like a kid who was about to see a dinosaur come back to life. They waited. I swallowed my fear and my ring glittered with what I assume was power. I felt myself riseing the air. The smell of freshly picked flowers and green grass hit me, and I felt a band form around me. I now knew that attatched to that band was the horn. I held my hand out, and my staff was firmly planted in my grip. The flowers' stems spun a garland that landed on my head. I felt flowers petals tickle my ankles yet again. Once my feet were firmly back on the ground, Kazune was studying me closely. He came closer. He grabbed at my horn. He exaimined it.

"Is this what you used to call Karin to you?" He inquired. I wondered what he ment until I remembered how she came to my rescue when I was saving Shi-chan. I nodded my head. He analyzed the rest of my outfit before snatching my staff away from me. "Exactly the type of things I expected. Did you know that Demeters symbols were a horn and a cornucopia?" I felt that he assumed I didn't so I remained silent. I glanced at Micchi, who was blankly stareing at me. I looked away with a growing blush.

"Show me a attack." Kazune said.

It shocks me still that just that simple statement could have made me have the revolutionary flashback that I did. It was of a gigantic white room. I remebered being scared that I would fade into the white, that I would no longer exsist. A man with black hair that reminded me of Kazune stood over me. The lights were behind him so I couldn't see his face. His voice was flat, and he touched my shoulder. I melted. I loved this man.

"Show me a attack, Arcitype 0." The man said, and I smiled. I shook with anticipation to show him all that I had. I got up from the white chair I was sitting in. I would do everything he wanted. After all, he was the one who...

I came back from my flashback. Kazune was waving a hand in my face and scowling. "Stupid women! Always zoneing out." I backed away from him. The shock of the memory gave me chills, and I didn't want to be near Kazune. I changed back from my God form.

"What's wrong, Jilly?" Micchi asked, concern in his dazzleing eyes. I wanted to let lose all these feelings. I punched a sandbag that was hanging from the ceiling.

"It's nothing!" I screamed, furiously punching the bag. I closed my eyes so the tears of pain wouldn't come down my face. What was that flashback about? Who was that man? Were was I? Why can't I remember anything...

Something exploded.

When I threw my next punch, The bag wasn't there to take the hit. In my confusion, opened my eyes. The bag had been demolished, the sand was spread on the floor in front of me. The bag's remains swung on a chain, the other half was blown off. Sand still gushed from the top. Blood. Endless gushing blood. I stumbled back onto the floor and STARED fixedly at the sandpouring from the severed bag. The sight of endless flowing blood reappeared again and again. I saw me, looking down on the corpses as if they were just another blood stain. I saw me again, grinning with a crazed expression on my face, about to lick the mortal blood from my hands...

"What happened?" I asked the group. They looked at me like I was a monster. It scarred me. "What happened?" I asked more desperatly, looking from face to face. Tears bubbled up from inside me and my knees shook. I looked down at my hands, terrorfied. They were red, and the pain made me tremble. I gasped, and my knees gave out. I sobbed.

Didn't I cry enough?

The plain and simple answer; no. Fragments of the flashback played again and again in my head. The man. The room. The power... I blabed about all of it to my flabbergasted friends, who were still scarred to even look at me. But some of what I said got through to them, and Kazune lifted me up by my shoulders and told me to stand. I obeyed, shaking. He reminded me of the man. He still grasped me by my shoulders.

"Kazune!" I herd the other two yell, though all they did was take one step closer.

"Don't you ever, EVER think of me when you think of him!" He bellowed in my face. He pushed me back, and Micchi snapped out of his trance and sprinted towards me, making me lean onto him.

"I can't help it!" I let my thoughts tear out of me like a wildcat. "He was... was..." I began to whisper, and only Micchi heard me. "He was my dad." Micchi's grip faltered, and Kazune took a violent step towards me. Karins arms were holding him back.

"Don't Kazune!" She pleaded, entwining her fingers over his chest. I watched his fierce expression soften. He put a hand over Karins clasped hands. Once he looked back at me he tensed.

"So. You're beginning to remember then." He looked at me with his eyes narrowed. Karin stepped back tentively, as if anticipating another charge onto me. Kazune turned around briskly and almost knocked Karin over as he escaped to another part of the house. My knees shaking and my head and throat throbbing, I fell to the ground. Micchi extended a hand to help me up, but I pushed it away. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to move. Then I was gazeing into Micchi's eyes. His beautiful eyes. A tear dripped down my face. He took my hands in his. His face was close, and I could feel each breath he took on my skin. A little bit of hair fell into his eyes charmingly. He smiled at me with a depressed expression.

"What can I say that won't sound like a lie?" He flashed a ironic grin. He helped me me to my feet, and we pretended my knees weren't shaking. Karin was blushing as she walked us to the door. We said our goodbyes and walked home.

That was the end of the third day.

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So my spazzes, are you shocked by the sample of Jilly's past? And so the plot thickens! Review my dears... review or i'mm hit you with a monkey.