Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. It's been forever, I know. I'm trying to make this chapter longer because if I don't I have a feeling SOMEONE coughAINOcough will give me a review that goes something along the lines of 'Rissa, YOU SUCK.' So I'm attempting to make it lengthy.

Author's thanks...

Jewels14: I know I have to make it longer, thank you for reviewing though!

The Birth Of Darkness: Thanks!

Aino Yuy Aka Usagi Hater: Aino, I didn't pull anything. Well... literally anyhow. And put your eyebrow down. Before I staple it! 33

VOL-chan: No dear, I didn't already post. As Aino says, I pulled a stunt and added more after the dream. Bah. Hehe.

On With the story.

Chapter Three

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Mina's dream, again-

The same little children were dancing, a month had gone by. Something was different this time, but Mina ignored the feeling. The children also changed their song.

'Sleep little child, don't you cry,'

Mina looked around in horror. These kids had problems. However corpse-like they may have been, they were much more sick then they looked.

'This song is now your lullaby.'

Mina covered her ears. Or attempted to. But her plan failed when a child caught her wrists and sang the rest of the song in her ear as the other children, in a high pitch, giggled and laughed.

'Lay right there and stay a while,'

It just never seemed to end.And she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't. It was so realistic and her curiosity overcame her, she needed to see how the song ended.

'For when you wake up is when you die.'

The children backed away, laughing manically. The child who sang the last two verses backed away from Mina, grinning at her. They all just waved and left with a small remnant of their high pitched laughter.

Mina screamed, but no sound came out or echoed throughout the dark space. She found she couldn't wake either. Her nightmare wasn't a nightmare anymore, but a reminder of the aloneness she always felt.

To make things worse, the last phrase kept repeating itself over and over. But her question was, what if she never woke up?

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"Heero!" Quatro whispered, "Put your laptop away! The teacher is getting angered!"

Heero raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, but kept his eyes emotionless, "And...?"

"And you'll get into trou-"

"Is there something you boys would like to share with the class?" The teacher asked, clearly annoyed that the boys were ignoring his lecture.

Quatro turned red. "No sir. We're sorry."

Heero scoffed and muttered a 'Speak for yourself,' and went back to his laptop, typing quickly and occasionally clicking.

The teacher stopped once again, his ears red because of how annoyed he was. As he stopped the lecture, the class let out a small sigh of relief, which earned them a glare from the teacher. The teacher walked over to Heero's desk and slammed the laptop closed, growling out, "Don't make me confiscate this."

Heero blew out air from his teeth, keeping his face void of all emotions, he wondered what would happen if he 'accidentally' pushed the teacher out of the closed window. Of course, it'd be open when the mistake would happen. If he had his gun, the teacher would regret closing Heero's laptop. Such a shame.

He figured he might as well let the teacher win, and he put his laptop away, but the teacher never said anything about taking notes. So he began looking around the colorfully decorated room, glancing at the teacher, he wondered how a man could teach in a room filled with rainbows and daisies. The idea was enough to make him a little sick.

Heero took another look around the room, carefully avoiding looking at any rainbows, he looked at the students who were taking notes from the teacher and his never ending talk. Thats when he noted Mina wasn't in school, as were a few other kids he never bothered to learn the names of. But it struck him as odd that Mina would miss school, she never did.

He pushed the thought aside. He didn't care. He'd never care. Espeically not about one of Duo's friends, or any female; he was told love made people blind, and for that, he was glad he didn't believe in it.