Cythia Romero belongs to SabrinaNotscha.

Natasha didn't see him again for a few weeks.

He figured she was downright spooked from the experience. There was no explanation for it.

Tobio could be found every day watering the little tree as the air grew colder, humming softly, not crying. Tobio was handling the death of his best friend fairly well; Zhou Xing hadn't even had to throw rocks at his window yet.

Tsubasa seemed happier as the days wore on, and things seemed that they could someday go back to normal. Or as normal as they could ever really be.

Then one day, Kyouya got a phone call. He'd been sitting on the couch watching TV, looked down, and the caller ID said "Natasha Hadinglass."

He knew Natasha was off on Tuesdays. So what could it be? He answered the phone to hear Mildred's voice shrieking at him.

"HEY. YOU. NOBODY. COME OVER HERE THE DOCTOR WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!"

"Ok, okay. Goodness. I'm not deaf, Mildred."

"NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT -"

Kyouya hung up the phone quietly and headed down the road towards Natasha's office.

He stood in the cold waiting room, shifting uncomfortably, until Mildred burst through the door and squinted at him through her horn-rimmed glasses.

He cocked his head and squinted back at her.

After a moment, she screeched, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?"

"I don't know."

"GIT IN THAT OFFICE KID BEFORE I PUT YA THERE!"

Kyouya hopped past her and she kicked him in the foot, spurring him on evilly. He glared over his shoulder at her and continued to the office.

He opened the door to find 3 people there instead of one.

Sitting with Natasha were two girls, perhaps his age. One with her brown hair in a topknot and the other with long blond hair. 3 people turned collectively and blinked at him, and he noticed how frog-like the brown haired girl's eyes were.

"Sit down, Kyouya, there's someone I want you to meet."

"HAVE FUN YOU BUNCH OF WEIRDOS" screeched Mildred, and stomped away.

"She's in a good mood today", said Natasha without a hint of sarcasm.

Then she turned her attention to Kyouya. "Hi, Kyouya. There's someone I'd like you to meet."

The blond girl stood an extended her hand quickly. "Hi." The smaller girl quickly mirrored her: "Hi."

Kyouya didn't know which hand to shake first, so he didn't. "Uh, hi."

He noticed that each girl wore a necklace with a laminated ID card on the end. The blond girl: Cythia Romero, and the smaller one Mal Hopeman.

Cythia crossed her arms. "Well, you're rude. Not shaking hands. What kind of caveman did you bring us, Natasha?"

"I'm going to leave you in their hands now."

Natasha left. Briefly Kyouya contemplated falling on his knees and begging her: TAKE ME WITH YOU...

But he decided to see what would happen if he stayed. The Great Kyouya did not back down from a fight.

"Sit down", Cythia said firmly. So Kyouya sat, wary of any evil spikes in the chair that might kill him.

"Okay. I'm going to introduce myself now", Cythia announced, in case anyone might try to stop her. "I am Cythia Romero of S.O.S. That stands for the Surveillance of the Supernatural, more commonly known as the S team. We work for the government, and you, Kyouya, have caught our attention."

"Ah. And should I be counting this as a fortune, or a misfortune?"

"It all depends on you." Cythia smiled mysteriously. "May I continue?...Now. This is Mallory Hopeman. She's the tech girl for the S team. In the next few days, we're going to be bringing in our other representatives: Tai, Zayne, Sabrina, Griffin, and Luis."

"Basically, you're going to dissect my brain."

"Don't tempt me", Cythia said flatly. "Each of us has a unique strength that we're going to use to try and help you, Ok? So just...TRY and cooperate. As well as Mildred, if you can handle that."

"Oh, you guys are a blast."

"Mal, you're in charge. I'm going to go scream ELSEWHERE so that the guts of our dear friend here don't end up on the upholstery."

"Don't mind her", Mal said softly after Cythia was gone.

"Hard not to."

"Don't take it personally. She just doesn't like you."

"Oh, no, of COURSE I can't possibly take that personally."

For the next couple of hours, Kyouya was subjected to telling and re-telling his bizarre story to Mallory and Cythia. Cythia left the room at regular intervals to cool off, finding Kyouya somehow more infuriating than even Mildred. Briefly he wondered who would win in a screeching contest, and decided it would have to be Cythia.

Finally the girls let him go, with the daunting promise of seeing him again soon.