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A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know I haven't updated in forever, but hey, I'm doin' it now! Be happy!

Chapter 3

Light footfalls alerted Michael to the approach of another. Tearing his eyes away from the screen of his beloved computer, he looked up to find-

"Robin? What're you doin' here this late?"

Smiling, Robin held up a bag of donuts. "I'll make some coffee."

Michael nodded, a small smile forming on his lips.

Soon, Robin returned with two mugs of coffee. Handing him one, she took a seat next to him. "I had some questions about Hitomi," Robin began, taking a small bite of a donut she had fished out of the bag.

A small smile touched his face as Michael turned to look at her, taking a drink of hi coffee. "What d'you need?"

"Well, for starters, do you have anything about her past? Her parents? Where she was born?"

"Slow down. Yeah, I could probably dig up some stuff," he paused to take another drink. "Would you like it now?"

"Yes. Thank you."

He paused to consider his coffee cup before looking up at her with a grin. "I'm gonna need more coffee."

Hitomi opened a bleary eye, gazing around slowly from her 'bed', which was in fact, a park bench.

She sat up, cramped muscles voicing loud protests to the abuse.

Muttering, she stood, gave a bone-popping stretch. After all that was done, she blinked away the last bit of sleep from her eyes and plopped once more onto the bench.

/What to do, what to do… gah/ She looked around frantically, then finally down at the watch attached to her wrist. /Aw shite, I'm gonna be late/ A small flame appeared above her wrist, tapping lightly at her watch, as if mocking her that she would, in fact, be very late.

Hurriedly, she threw her things haphazardly into her bag, snatched it up, waved the little flame away, and bolted from the park.

/Please don't lemme be late, please/ She thought/prayed fervently, jumping a few obstacles that blocked her path, dodging things she couldn't, mainly people.

She burst into the back of a building, panting heavily. Glancing at the clock, she smiled in relief. /Not late… if I had been, I would've passed out. Lungs are gonna burst…/

After she got enough breath to function normally, she walked from the door to the 'sign-in computer' and rapidly punched in her name and time.

"Ah, so glad you could join us, Hitomi," a pleasant female voice greeted.

Hitomi looked up and grinned. "Good to be here," she replied, standing up and following the woman to the front of the library? Yes, library. (A/N: What? Surprised she works at a library?) "So, d'you want me to put books away first?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah, then man the computer to check out and in books and whatever else you kids are checkin' out these days."

Grinning, Hitomi saluted before moving to the cart filled with books. "Will do, General Boos Ma'am," she said and disappeared behind the shelves upon shelves of books.

"Finally!" Michael exclaimed, setting/slamming his coffee beside his computer.

Robin stood, peered over his shoulder at the flashing screen. "What did you find?"

"Everything," he answered simply, scrolling back up to the top of the information page he had found. "Lookit this," he pointed to a specific place on the screen, "her mother was a famous doctor."

"Was?"

"According to this, she had a heart attack," he said, typing quickly, pulled up a new window, pulled it over to the other page. "She had no record of heart problems…" He said, reading the page swiftly.

"Does it say how she really died?" Robin asked after a few minutes of silence, her quiet voice seeming loud in the tense silence.

"Just a sec," he mumbled, pulling up another window. His fingers flew across the keys, accessing something Robin knew wasn't allowed.

After another pause, Michael's eyes grew wide.

"What?" Robin asked softly, slightly worried.

"She was assassinated…"

Well, there's the next chappie! Proud I like it. Dun-dun-dun! What's gonna happen next? Stay tuned for the next chapter! Laterz!

Ookami-chi