"N-nnno." Her voice trembled.

Her cloak wasn't on, it sent her into a panic frenzy.

"WHERE IS IT?!" She couldn't take the idea of it being somewhere when she didn't even know where.

Her outburst alerted a nearby maid who politely let herself in. "Taisho-sama, my master has your cloak." The woman tried to quell the girl's anxiety. "It seemed something precious to you so he believed that it should have been done." She bowed and excused herself leaving Kagome to her solitude.

Before the maid had left she had drifted her gaze to the nightstand and lingered looking at that direction indicating something. On the nightstand appeared to be a note.

The letter had been rather polite and the handwriting was beautifully written. The person tried to pacify her by stating that her cloak was with Nekozawa, making it being in good hands. This info made her think that the person had a bit of an insight of her so it must be someone who knew her well. They knew that her cloak was important to her. Nekozawa had knew by him being an occult fanatic allowed him to see the value in it.

The person tried hard with reasoning and used flowery language in an attempt to calm the girl making it seemed they were very worried about her.

The only thing that caught her eye besides it being anonymous was that it was addressed to "Kagome", not Taisho-san. Someone had shouted out her name just before she fell and that same person too was the one who had saved her as she could hear the person repeat her name with concern as she was being carried.

There were possible candidates but there could only had been one person who could have done it.

"!"

Her stomach began to rumble which interrupted her thoughts leaving the girl with no choice.

She was going to have to go to the kitchen and grab some food without her cloak. She dreaded to think of the possibility of encountering any of the hosts. They always did overreact to things.

"…." She signed and hesitantly headed to the kitchen with a thought in her head.

It was pretty funny that he was more spoken through his letter than he really was. She had thought that his stoic character would have an effect with his writing by it being short with the boy's lack of use of words.

He had really been worried about her. "...Morinozuka-san." She shook her head to get the idea out.

She couldn't, no shouldn't...she wouldn't be able to bear-