Yo readers. I'm in Spanish Class again. I shouldn't be on the computer but I'm done with my work. A lot of my teachers also teach the grade above me and have left with them on an overnight trip, so we basically have nothing to do (even though my Spanish teacher only teaches my grade). So yeah, we're just being bored all day. I figured I'd write as much as possible today and see if I can get this chapter up (I doubt I can, though). Yeah, we also have an overnight trip. So yeah, no work for us to do. I hardly have any classes on Wednesday anyways…

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As usual, class was rather boring for the club members. All of them sat at their desks, completely engulfed in their work. Mion had yet to finish that essay she had promised she'd do, but right now, Chie had forced her with a pile of math homework until she finally got the hang of doing her work correctly. Not that it mattered, anyways. As the Green-Eyed Demon had said, she came back the very next morning and was now watching Mion carefully, examining every single stroke she made with her pencil. Mion did not see the reason why the Green-Eyed Demon needed to be so watchful of her. Why would she care if she got a math problem right or wrong?

Meanwhile, Rika was outside, practicing for the upcoming Watanagashi festival. She had convinced Chie to allow her to practice for the Cotton Drifting ceremony during class as she had finished up the art project she had been assigned and had no work to do in class. Though in truth, she didn't really need the practice. She had practiced far enough during the endless June that occurred a year ago for her to forever burn the ceremony dance into her mind. She was sure that she'd never forget it, no matter how long she lived for. The Watanagashi festival was to take place in two days, so she couldn't waste any time. Right now, she was using a mop in place of a hoe, swinging it around like it was nothing. The mop felt like almost nothing compared to the hoe. Whenever she held that hoe, she felt as if she'd collapse under its weight.

The door to the classroom opened, and out stepped Keiichi. He wiped his bangs away from his forehead as he felt the hot sun begin to beat down on his figure. "My gosh, it's gotten hot," he commented.

Rika dropped the mop she was carrying. "Oh, Keiichi! You're late! I told you to meet me out here ten minutes after I started practicing!" cried Rika, slightly irritated by Keiichi's disobedience.

The boy rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Rika-chan, I wanted to finish up the paper I was writing and it took a little longer than I thought it would," he explained, grinning slightly as if to soothe the girl's slight anger.

Rika simply sighed. "Whatever, it doesn't really matter. I need to talk to about something. It's really urgent," spoke the miko, her voice serious.

Keiichi blinked, curious as to what Rika needed of him. She looked down slightly, going over what she needed to ask him. She knew it would be a strange thing to ask, but she had to if she was to break through fate early before anything bad could develop. "Okay Keiichi, this might be a weird question, but I want you to answer it truthfully," she said to him.

Keiichi nodded, not sure what to expect. "Alright, I'll answer it truthfully."

That's when the young miko looked up at him straight in the eyes, and opened her mouth. "Keiichi, do you like Mion?"

A very noticeable blushed appeared on Keiichi's face, almost as red as a tomato. "W-What? N-No I don't!" he denied, looking away to try to hide the blush he knew was plastered all over his face.

Rika frowned instantly, seeing his blush very clearly. "Keiichi, you are blushing. Please do not lie to me, this is something that is very serious," she spoke, sounding serious, though she did not switch to her adult tone.

Keiichi wasn't sure what to say. Should he just admit here that he was in love with Mion? Why would Rika need to know something like that anyways? When Rika spoke seriously, it meant that something was wrong or something was about to go wrong. Something like that probably couldn't be serious, right? So if he lied, would it really matter? Yet, at the same time, Rika was acting as if this was really serious. If this were really a dire situation, then it would be better if he just told the truth. "…Yeah… I like her," Keiichi admitted, a warm blush on his face as he thought of the smiling face of the girl he loved so much.

A small pang of hope filled Rika. "Then, Keiichi, could you possibly tell Mion that? It's very important that you tell her," the blue-haired miko requested. "Please, Keiichi."

"B-But I can't!" yelled Keiichi automatically. He hadn't even thought about Rika's words when he had said that. After those words came out, he thought about whether or not he should confess. He had considered confessing to her before and actually managed to tell her that he loved her once, but ended up messing up because he had said it so quickly. After that, his plans of confessing his love to her had completely shattered. He hadn't even considered the idea of trying again. But now that Rika was bringing up the topic, why not?

Rika narrowed her eyes, angry at his response. "Why can't you, Keiichi?" she asked. If he would just confess, perhaps everything could be avoided.

"Um, sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking. But… I doubt that Mion likes me, so…" he explained.

"She loves you!" Rika cried out, speaking the truth. "She's completely and utterly in love with you, Keiichi! She told me how much she loves you! If you just confess, the two of you can be happy together!" Rika could feel frustration in her body. She didn't understand why Keiichi couldn't just confess to her. Then again, Rika was a child who had no experience with love, so there was no way she could understand how hard it was for a person to confess their love. "So please, just tell her! And tell her soon!" begged the young miko.

Keiichi froze. Did Mion really like her as much as Rika was saying? It wouldn't be odd if Mion had told Rika about her feelings for him (if she had any at all, that was). But seeing how desperate she was, Keiichi decided to reconsider the idea of a love confession. She wasn't sure why she wanted him to confess so badly, but why not?

"…Watanagashi," Keiichi spoke, "I'll tell her on Watanagashi."

Rika's eyes widened with happiness. "Keiichi!"

Keiichi nodded. "I'll tell her then, definitely. You can count on me!"

~~~~X~~~~

A scar of thunder crashed against the dark sky, illuminating the land for a few seconds. Soon, the light created by the crash faded, causing pitch black to fill the sky once again. Droplets of rain splattered against the ground seemingly without end. A roar of thunder followed the lighting strike, rumbling throughout the village. The ground seemed to shake with the echoes of the thunder.

A figure encased in soft blankets sat in an empty room, shivering with each strike of thunder and roar of lightning that shook the land. She was breathing heavily, fearing the commotion outside.

But it was not just the storm that she feared. Right now, the thunder and lightning could not compare to the terror that was standing directly in front of her.

The Green-Eyed Demon looked down upon the lump, her malicious green eyes gleaming from the bright lightning. Her breaths were heavy, able to be heard in between roar of thunder. Her mouth was partially opening, showing off the length of her sharp, white fangs but did not reveal their sharp points. She narrowed her eyes, just waiting for the figure beneath the shield of blankets to crawl out.

"Perhaps you should go to sleep," the Green-Eyed Demon suggested, "tomorrow is the day before the Watanagashi. You are expected to help set up the last few stands as the Sonozaki heiress," it reminded her.

Shaking of the head came from within the blanket coating. With her two greatest fears around her, there was no way she would get a wink of sleep. Another rod of thunder struck downwards from the sky, followed by the rumbling of thunder.

The Green-Eyed Demon raised one of her emerald eyebrows. Blue light emitted through the windowpanes, lighting up the feminine figure belonging to the Green-Eyed Demon. Her eyes shined with the bright light, creating an ominous feel to her. "Is that a no? You should think that over a little," the Green-Eyed Demon murmured.

"Please leave me alone, I won't accept you," a muffled voice came from underneath the mountain of soft fabric. "I am not a demon, and you are not Sonozaki Mion."

The Green-Eyed Demon sighed a sigh barely able to be heard underneath the constant thunder. "We are very stubborn, aren't we? It would be better for you if you just accepted this side of you… this side that you have cast away," she spoke, her voice sounding somewhat melancholic in contrast to her normal psychotic voice. "Besides, if you do so, you will be able to have Kei-chan…"

Despite the situation she was in, a light blush appeared on Mion's face at the mention of the boy who had took her heart. "I don't need to be a demon for Kei-chan to love me. Instead, I think it's just the opposite. No one loves a demon," she whispered.

The Green-Eyed Demon's expression did not change. She remained looking serious and stern, something rare for a demon like her. "If he truly loves us, he wouldn't care about our species," she spoke. "You should love people for who they are, not what they are." The Green-Eyed Demon paused, allowing the next crash of thunder to interrupt her. "Would you love Kei-chan if he were a demon?"

Mion nodded. "Y-Yes… I'd love him even if he was a deranged monster," she answered.

"Then, why are you so worried? Just accept yourself as the Green-Eyed Demon and everything will be better. You can destroy those pests who have been separating us from our love," she said.

Uncomfortable shifting could be heard through the thunder. "I can't accept something that's not me," she murmured. Lightning broke through the sky once again, revealing layers of clouds unseen through the darkness. "So leave me alone."

The Green-Eyed Demon's cool and collected façade suddenly disappeared, as if the lightning strike had shattered it into pieces. "Oh, but I am you!" she cried out in a fit of madness. "And I will not leave you alone until you accept me as a part of yourself!" her psychotic laughter that followed was so loud that it overlapped the next roar of thunder that shook the village of Hinamizawa.

Mion covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the sounds of the two things she feared more than anything else. The laughter of the Green-Eyed Demon was horrifying to the ear. I just want it to stop… I don't want to hear that laughter anymore…

The Green-Eyed Demon folded her arms over her chest, smirking. "Rena and Etsuko. Those are the two that have made your life miserable. They are both after Keiichi and Keiichi is probably more interested in them, yes? Seeing as they are much more girly than us… and much more beautiful," she spoke, almost sounding sad as she spoke those last few words. For as second, Mion was shocked that the Green-Eyed Demon understood her so well. Then, she shook off the feeling. She couldn't think about something like that.

"They are not pests. They are both my friends," Mion replied.

"Oh, they're your friends, eh?" the Green-Eyed Demon sneered, almost in a mocking manner. "Etsuko is your friend even after saying Rena was more fit for Keiichi? Even when she said all those mean things to you during the camping trip? How odd," she chuckled.

Mion recalled the unpleasant memory of being confronted by Etsuko. On that day, she had felt anger like never before rise up inside of her. Not only that, but strangely, at that moment, she felt as if she was gaining power with every taunting word she spoke. It was an odd sensation, now that Mion thought about it. She had been too overpowered by her own emotions when she was in that moment to recognize such a sensation burning throughout her entire body. Now, she was wondering what that sensation was.

"…That was your demon side wanting to come out," answered the Green-Eyed Demon, looking into the girl's thoughts and reading them as if they were written on a sheet of paper. "That was the sensation you were feeling. Your demon side wanted to crush that girl into a pile of mush."

For a second, Mion felt as if that was really the correct answer. Then, she realized that she was trying to deny whatever the demon said, not accept it. She pushed whatever thoughts she had that were related to accepting the demon out of her head. "No, that's not true. I'm… I'm not a demon…"

The Green-Eyed Demon decided to take a seat. She sat herself down on the rather uncomfortable wooden floor, cupping one of her exposed cheeks with her hand. "Oh, more with the whole 'I'm not a demon' thing? Please, it's getting annoying," the demon growled. "Just listen and accept yourself. Besides, if you aren't a demon, then what was the sensation you felt at that moment?"

Mion paused, trying to come up with a good excuse. She had become so focused on denying the demon that she had forgotten all about the storm raging outside. Never had she been able to free herself from her fear of thunder and lightning before. "It wasn't anything. I was just angry," grumbled Mion.

The Green-Eyed Demon frowned. "Whatever you think it was, I know the truth. And some day, you'll grow to realize it, too," it spoke.

And with that, the conversation died for the rest of the stormy night.

~~~~X~~~~

Keiichi sat in his room, finishing up his homework. His lamplight was on, as it was pitch black save for the strikes of thunder that would occasionally light the sky. Chie had decided to give him a bunch of math assignments and as he spent a good amount of time talking to Rika, he had been unable to finish the sheets. Luckily, math was not a hard subject for him. He dashed through the problems with ease, having no trouble solving the equations writing everywhere on his sheet.

A very loud roar of thunder echoed into his room, causing him to drop the pencil he was grasping. He had never heard thunder so loud in his life. Shrugging, he continued to go through the problems until he finished them all.

Once done, Keiichi sprawled himself across his futon, listening to the continuous thunder. At that moment, he remembered the time when he and Mion had hid in a cabin due to her fear of thunder. On that day, he had held her in his arms and gave her warmth and protection. Blushing, Keiichi began to wonder if Mion was okay. Was she hiding underneath the blankets of her futon as she had done when they were in the abandoned cabin? He didn't quite understand her fear of thunder, as that was something quite childish to fear. However, at the same time, he respected it. She had told him that the fear originated from trauma as a kid and that she couldn't seem to shake the horrible memory off.

Keiichi pulled the plug of the lamp, causing it to flicker off. He crawled into the warm sheets of his red futon and rested his head on the pillow. Mion, he thought, the one name echoing in his mind repeatedly. He thought about the time when he had first met her a year ago. She had been the first of the club members to introduce herself to him.

"Hello! The name is Sonozaki Mion! It's a pleasure to meet you. Can I call you Kei-chan?"

Then, he thought about the time when she first allowed him into the club. At that time, Keiichi had considered Mion to be a male forever trapped in the body of a female. Now, however, he knew better. Mion was most certainly a female in terms of her body and her personality. The him back then couldn't see that.

The next time he thought about was when Mion tried to take Takano's bullet for the club. He truly admired how brave she could be, even when she was facing death.

Lastly, he thought about the camping trip. He remembered the time where he and Mion had almost kissed, only to be interrupted by Etsuko. This caused the young male to blush and bury his head into his pillow, embarrassed by the memory. If only Etsuko hadn't interrupted. Maybe things would be different between them.

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"It's really raining outside, huh…"

Hisao stood with his face to the wall, his hand pressed against the glass that separated him from the raging storm outside. A flash of lightning lit up the outdoors, causing him to flinch. "Y-Yeah, it's not going to clear up anytime soon," he commented, attempting to peer into the pitch black outside.

On the floor sat Etsuko, who had rudely intruded on Hisao's privacy without asking. She wasn't doing anything; she just found it fun to talk to her brother whenever she got the chance to. He was the only person she could trust, after all. She had invaded Hisao's futon, playing with its sheets and preventing the boy from going to bed anytime soon. "Oh, it doesn't really matter. I like the rain and the lightning. It's cool," she commented, pulling at a lose strand on the futon.

Hisao looked at his sister out of the corner of his eye, not removing his hand from the cold windowpanes. "Do you really think that? I… I-I think it's kind of scary. I-In a way…"

Etsuko frowned. "Only stupid people are scared of thunderstorms. DO you want to be a stupid person?" she asked, glaring at him with purple eyes.

Hisao shook his head instantly. "N-No… I don't want to be a stupid person."

Etsuko's frown formed into a smile upon hearing her brother's response. "Good, I didn't think so."

The black-haired boy sighed and looked back out at the storm. He could just barely make out the trees being swayed violently by the strong winds that were blowing across all of Hinamizawa. He could have sworn he just saw one of the branches snap off the tree outside. He felt relieved that he hadn't been trapped outside there or anything like that. The warmth of his home felt extremely comforting at this point in time.

The string Etsuko had been pulling on snapped off. She dangled it in front of her, poking at it, bored. Sighing, Etsuko through the strand away and looked for something else to do. Hisao wondered why Etsuko felt the need to stay in his room despite there being noting for her to do in it. It was irritating, really. Hisao was growing tired and needed his rest.

"Hey, Hisao. Why don't you change into your night clothes?" Etsuko suggested.

"I… can't b-because you're in my futon…" Hisao pointed out shakily. Never once had he called her out for bothering him when he needed to go to sleep. He had felt too scared to call his sister out for anything. God knows what she'd do to him.

Etsuko's reaction was not very pleasant. She narrowed her eyes at him, growling slightly. "What was that?" she spoke, sounding very displeased. "I just wanted to talk to you for a little it longer. I was talking about getting changed later."

Hisao jumped, scared by his sister's reaction. "Er… okay, talk to me now then. I want to go to sleep soon, Nee-chan."

Etsuko patted the space next to her, signaling for Hisao to come and sit next to her. With a quick nod, Hisao obeyed, settling down onto his futon's sheets. For a moment, none of them said anything. Hisao was waiting for his sister to say something so that he could go to bed and be ready for school the next day.

Finally, she spoke. The words that came out of her mouth, however, were ones that Hisao did not want to hear.

"…Soon. It'll be very soon until my plan takes place," she spoke.

As soon as those words left her mouth, a crash of thunder roared from outside followed by a bolt of lightning striking down. Hisao froze to his futon, unable to speak any words. He didn't want to think about his sister's plan right now. Whatever she had in mind, Hisao wanted nothing to do with. Unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do about that. Etsuko was practically forcing him to do whatever she wanted for her own needs and wouldn't allow him to protest. He never wanted anything to do with her and her little scheme from the beginning. Especially sense that plan involved…

"Stop it, Nee-chan," breathed Hisao, "I don't want you to hurt Rena-chan."

That was enough to set Etsuko into a rage. First, her eyes narrowed with displeasure. Second, she said, "I see. You've been disobeying my orders, haven't you?"

"I-I haven't been disobeying any orders!" Hisao responded. "All I said was that I didn't want my friend to get hurt!"

Etsuko's fierce expression did not change, however. "Yes you have been. Clearly, you have been," she spoke, her tone as cold as ice. "I believe you made a promise to me. You promised that you wouldn't get close to anyone, no matter what. You have broken that promise and disobeyed my orders," she hissed. "Don't hurt Rena, you ask? Nonsense! This is why I told you not to get close to anyone!" snapped Etsuko. She stood up and walked closer towards her brother, an expression of pure anger painted across her face. "Everything has been set in stone, Hisao. Nothing can be changed now. This is your own fault," she hissed.

For a moment, Hisao was scared of his sister. He had always been a little scared of Etsuko, ever since the day he first saw her. She was staring down at him, a look of hatred in her eyes. He had already known from the beginning that he had broken that promise he had made to his sister. How was he not supposed to get close to anyone? Things like getting close to people just happened. It wasn't like he had any control over his feelings for people.

"Tell me, Hisao!" roared Etsuko, "are you in love with Rena?"

That's when something snapped inside Hisao. He realized that he couldn't let his sister gain control of his life. Why should she care if he got close to someone? Because it would mess up her plans? What did that mean for him, then? Would he forever rot in life under the rule of his sister? At that moment, he knew. He couldn't allow her to rule over him any longer. He couldn't allow her to decide whether or not he would be friends with someone and to decide how he would live his life. She was controlling him, ruining his life for him. He knew that he had come to Hinamizawa with his sister so that he could help her carry out her plans, but now, something had changed. He didn't want to help her. He wanted the happy days with Rena and all the club members to continue on, and there was no way he was going to let his sister take that all away from her.

"Yes!" cried Hisao, all his fear of his sister now gone, "I'm in love with her! And there's no way I'm letting you take her from me!"

Etsuko had never been so angry before in all her life. With all her power, she raised her palm into the air and slapped Hisao across the face. Hisao resisted the urge to wince or to fall over in pain. He had to stay strong. Instead, he stood his ground, trying not to look like he was in any pain at all. Etsuko was a little surprised by this, but shook that emotion off instantly. "You stupid idiot! Why the hell did I even bother with you, anyways? You're no help to me! You were never any help to me! You are just a hindrance to me!" she yelled. "And you know what, Hisao? I wonder why I even took you in after that whole incident where Hajime died. I wonder why I did that. You should be lucky I did that, Hisao. You'd be no one without me, no one!" she bellowed.

Hisao practically implanted his feet into the ground, resisting the urge to cower in fear of his sister. He could let her words get to him. He didn't care about how Etsuko thought about him anymore, after all. She was no longer the only person in his life.

Etsuko took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her fists, holding back any violent thoughts she had. "This might seem a little harsh, Hisao, but I'm going to speak the truth," Etsuko spoke, her tone now much calmer. "I hate you, Hisao! I've always hated you. I don't know why I took you in when you lost your memories. I hate you so much!" she snapped. "I hate you more than anyone I have ever met! I hate you more than anyone else in this entire world!"

Hisao was a little shaken by how harsh her words were, but he knew he had to remain calm. So what if Etsuko hated him? He hated her back.

"It's all your fault!" screamed Etsuko. "If it weren't for you, he'd still be alive! It's your fault! You screwed up my life!"

Hisao couldn't help but let his eyes grow a little wider with her words. What was she saying? He couldn't understand the reason for her hate. It clearly had to do with Hajime's death… but that was a topic that Hisao had almost no knowledge on. He didn't remember it. He didn't even know if he was even there when he was killed.

No. He couldn't let this shake him up. With his fists clenched, he looked into the enraged purple eyes of his sister, and spoke. "I hate you too, Nee-chan! You screwed up my life. You've been trying to control and manipulate me for so long now! And I hate it, Nee-chan! I'm fifteen years old; I'm not a little kid! I can handle my life for myself. You can't go deciding what I'm going to do in life like you're my parent or something like that!" he snapped. All the words just seemed to flow out of his mouth naturally. When he stopped talking, his breaths labored from speaking so quickly, he found that he was surprised with his own words. He never imagined that he would say words so rude and full of hate before.

Etsuko growled, her face looking slightly shaken by Hisao's hate-filled words. "That's enough, Hisao! Get the hell out of my house!" she yelled.

Hisao didn't even try to protest. As fast as he could, Hisao grabbed his backpack and stuffed his clothes inside and whatever other belongings he could find. He slung the backpack over his shoulder, giving his sister one last look. "Gladly," he spoke. And with that final word to her, Hisao kicked the door open and left.

Only when he got outside did he remember how terrible the weather was. Now, he was stuck outside with no kind of protection from the rain. Not only that, but he could not see a thing outside. He waited for his eyes to adjust more to the light and looked around the area. Where was he to go, now?

Hisao scampered through the rain, looking for some kind of shelter. The now muddy pathways of Hinamizawa were only lit by the strikes of lightning that occurred every so often. He used this to find his way around the village. He didn't care where he stayed the night; he just needed a place to sleep. Perhaps he would find a new home someday. Right now, all he wanted to do was be away from that awful sister who had controlled him his entire life.

The rain was beginning to soak through his clothing. His hair had already absorbed tons of moisture. Strands of black hair lay plastered against his forehead, draping over his eyes. This only added to difficulty to see and his will to find shelter for the night.

He didn't even know where he was anymore. His steps slowed as he tried to identify the area he was standing in through the darkness coating the town. Breathing heavily, Hisao glanced around at his surroundings. He could just barely make out the large shape of the Furude Shrine. Now knowing where he was, Hisao ran into the forest that lay just behind it. He knew exactly where he was going to stay that night.

It was rather dangerous for a person to run in such a thick forest while there was lightning, but Hisao didn't care anymore. He just had to shield himself from the wind and the rain. He pushed his way through the trees as fast as he could, determined to get away from danger and to shelter as soon as he could. A low branch scraped against his shirt, cutting it along with his skin. He growled a little at the pain, but tried to ignore it. He had more important things to deal with than a single cut across his arm.

It took a while, but Hisao managed to get out of the forest before anything wore than a cut arm happened. He found himself in front of the Saiguden, a building he knew he wasn't supposed to enter. But right now, he couldn't be picky. The Saiguden was certainly a creepy place, but it would offer enough shelter for him for the night. He ran up to the door, easily breaking the lock that held the door shut. He pulled it open, stepping inside. Instantly, he felt the comfort of not having thousands of raindrops pattering against his back.

However, the Saiguden wasn't a very comforting place, otherwise. All the torture equipment lining the walls as well as the cages that hung from the ceiling instantly frightened him. He had known Hinamizawa's past had been violent from Etsuko, but actually seeing all the torture tools was very shocking. There were many different types of knifes that hung from one of the walls, more kinds than he had ever seen before. He didn't know why they needed so many different types. Couldn't one knife just do the job?

He lay down on the ground, deciding he wouldn't worry about such matters. There was no way anyone was going to break in and kill him, so there was no reason to be afraid of the tools. He curled up into a small ball, resting his head on his backpack. He wasn't sure how long he was going to stay here for. He certainly didn't want to see his sister again any time soon, and he knew that if he went to school she'd be there. I guess that means I'm stuck here until Watanagashi, Hisao realized.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He needed to get some rest. Even if it was next to impossible here, at least keeping his eyes shut should prevent him from getting too tired during the day. Besides, he probably wasn't going to school anyways. Slowly, he felt himself drift away into a deep sleep…

~~~~X~~~~

Crimso's Corner

Hey guys. This chapter was supposed to have an extra scene, but I decided I'd add it into the next chapter and have there be an extra chapter. I was planning on skipping to Watanagashi, but I felt as if that wouldn't be right. It would feel like I was missing something for some reason. Besides, we've skipped too many days already. I pretty much lost track of time, so I made it two days before the Watanagashi because there is nothing more than happens in between where Rika and Mion hear of Ayame's tale and this chapter. Besides, I wanted to update today and I'm not sure I can if I added in another scene. So sorry about that. I hope the whole Etsuko and Hisao scene was satisfying enough for you. It was pretty dramatic, after all. And sorry if you don't like HisaoXRena. I hope you guys don't mind me pairing Rena with an OC :P. I know a lot of people don't like CharacterXOC, so. I know that I certainly don't like it in most cases (In MOST cases. I've seen good OC ships.)

By the way, my B key is pretty much broken. I copied the letter b and pasted it whenever I needed to use it. Annoying as hell, I know, but there's not much I can do to fix the key. I'll take it to the tech center as soon as I can. Seriously, writing with a broken key is not fun.

This edition of Crimso's Corner is very short, I know. I'll just say here that, as you know, I won't be able to write Thursday or Friday. Next chapter shouldn't take too long despite that, though. As usual, you shouldn't trust me on that one :P. I break my promises too often.

I feel like this chapter is too short. I apologize for making such short chapters recently. There's not much I can do about it when there's not much that happens in a chapter.

Oh yeah! Be sure to review as usual! Reviews are amazing and I LOVE reading them. Madoka plushies are still available for pointing out typos or grammatical errors, by the way. You can say anything you want in reviews. How you like the story, predictions, point out typos, anything. Just say you like the story and I'll be happy.

OUT.

~Crimso