Miyuki was just about to walk out of the closet, when she heard the door open. Rei's voice filled the room, as well as Takashi's. She let out a silent sigh, and stared at the ground, eyes glazing over. She zoned out of their conversation, and thought back to everything that had happened. Badens words, her uselessness, and even her first meeting with everyone. The only person standing out being Takashi. With a bitter smile, she placed a hand over her chest.

"Yuki-chan, you're lonely."

"Yuki-chan, what's going on?"

"Yuki-chan are you okay?"

"Yuki-chan, I'm with you."

"Yuki-chan, let me help you."

"Yuki-chan..." His childish voice ran through her head once more, all at the same time. She was unable to stop the mumbling, the sickening moans. She placed a hands over her eyes and clamped her eyes shut not wanting to heard any more of it. "Stop..." She whispered, sinking down to her knees, "Just stop..."

"Takashi! That's why I'm going to try my best to be with you!" Rei's voice rang out through the quiet of the room. All the voices in her head ceased and now it was simply her, and the two out there. She moved her hands from her ear just slightly so she could hear.

A shift in the bed sheets.

"I don't know whether I should be happy or angry..." It went silent, before she could hear again. Breaths were harder and forcefuly taking. Light moans erupted. Miyuki stared at the closet door with eyes wide open. Tears sprang freely from her face, and a few quiet whimpers, as she placed bother hands over her heart and squeezed. Why did she walk in on this? She wanted the pain to go away. Why was she affected? SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN! She bit her lip, feelign blood pour into her mouth, as a an lager amount of tears escaped. As the door opened and closed, she stood eyes turned toward the ground, hair covering her eyes.

Slowly and hesitantly, she placed a hand on the door knob, no intentsion of wiping the tears that had fell. Tears that shouldn't have fallen at all. She was the strongest, the most experienced, the best. Professionals didn't handle their work like this, so why did she? With another ragged intake of breath, she opened the door, already knowing what she needed to do. Find the cure. Leave.

"A-ah, Miyuki!"

"Having fun, Komuro?"

Takashi stared at the girl before him. Her voice was hoarse and nearly quiet. It hurt to speak, seemingly never having experienced the large knot in her throat. Her dark bangs covered her eyes, but they couldn't cover the tears he saw running down her cheeks. Had he caused those?

Now he was unable to even say anything. All he could do was stare in shock. He'd thought she was hard, the rock of the whole group, and now he cursed himself for even thinking that way. No one could stand the pain...even he couldn't. He thought back to when Rei had been with Hisashi, and glared at the floor below him. But hadn't things changed now? She wanted him didn't she? Wasn't it all supposed to be good to go?

He slowly lifted his head, and for a moment, his eyes caught hers. Just like that time when they had tried to escape the school, her pupils dialated going into a periwinkle color. She blinked, and realized he was staring at her, before gasping, and wiping the tears from her face. He could only watch in confusion.

Desperate to help, he took a step toward her, his arm outstretched. At the action, she cringed and shook her head.

"Stop Kashi-kun!" At the words, she froze and shook her head. Her breathing was uneven, and more tears fell, until she was finally backed into a wall. As she made contact, she slid down, hugging her knees, mumbling ot herself and shaking her head.

He frowned, and began to walk toward her, even past her barking protests. As he came closer, she kneeled down to her height. Gently, he brushed away hher bangs so he could get a good look at her face. They'd returned to their normal dark violet state, but still glossy with tears and regret. Slowly, he placed his arms around her.

She shook her head rapidly, punching lightly at his chest, telling him to leave her alone. Did she really expect him to listen? If she did, he'd prove her wrong, he was worth something, she was worth something, everyone was. He watched cautiously as her eyes opened, and she seemed taken back by the wideness of her optics.

Her left his hands fall to look behind him, when she stood and pushed him down, slamming the glass door open. Now he stood in shock. There was nothing there, and she'd just ran outside. Then suddently, she jumped onto the porch railing and took a deep breath.

He watched.

She jumped.

They screamed.