I am sooooooo sorry for taking forever to update! I did not mean to take so long! I wasn't getting many reviews and I'm so overly busy it's crazy! I'll try to update more often as long as anyone reviews.

Shout out to chibichan( ), hehe. If you hadn't reviewed I would never have continued this (which would kinda sux cuz I have the next 5 chapters already typed up…).

Disclaimer: I don't own FY, but I do own Naru, Sayu, and Yumi!

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When I teleported into the kitchen it was empty. Or at least it appeared to be empty. I tried to use my powers to sense her, but I was so angry that I couldn't get myself under control to use the power. I was too angry, but I couldn't help it. I could feel my anger pooling inside of me, ready to burst at any moment, and I knew there was no way for me to stop it.

Where is she? I thought angrily as I opened up the cabinets, searching for my prey. I went into the pantry, looked behind the counters, and glanced under all the tables. She wasn't there.

Soon the whole gang was there, asking me question after question as I stubbornly continued to ransack the kitchen. Yumi had to be there somewhere. She just had to be here! "When I find her I will sever her head from her body." I muttered under my breath. Someone heard me and exhaled sharply.

A middle aged woman walked into the kitchen. From the way she was dressed I could tell that she was a servant. I quickly ran to her and grabbed her by the arm.

"Where is Yumi?" I asked roughly. I was so angry that I couldn't stop my rage from showing. This girl had pretended to be my friend, and then she did something to me! What the hell is she? What the hell am I?

"Wh... who?" the woman cringed in pain, but my hold on her arm didn't loosen. I couldn't stop myself. Something inside me was yelling for me to calm down; that I was being irrational. I was so angry for no good reason, and I knew it, but all thatanger was pouring from a source I didn't know I had, and as far as I knew, there was no way to switchit off.

"Yumi! She's 17 year old, but she looks like she's 15. Brown hair. Dresses really modest. Very shy. Works in the kitchen."

"I'm sorry, but there are only adult women working in the kitchen, no teenagers."

"No, no she came to get my tray earlier. I saw here with my own eyes! She came right after I threw the vase at Tasuki." I reasoned angrily.

"I'm sorry Miss, but I don't know any Yumi, and I'm in charge of the kitchen."

"You don't know her? But she works here. She was here the first day I came. Are you sure?" All my anger dissipated. Suddenly I felt stupid. Was I losing my mind? I saw her. I swear I saw her. What was going on? If Yumi wasn't real then what was happening to me? Was I just seeing things that weren't there?

"My hand, can you please let it go. You're hurting me." The woman whimpered.

I dropped her hand immediately, ashamed of my behavior.

"I'm sorry. I'm just confused. She... she was here. She was right over there." I pointed my finger at where I first saw Yumi. "And I saw her just a minute ago. I know I did! I grabbed her hand. She was here." The room looked at me as if doubtful of my sanity.

"What happened?" Tasuki stumbled into the room, his eyes immediately zoning in on me. "You threw a vase at me!"

"Not my fault you're an ass." I grumbled, slowly heading for the door. I needed to think. Nothing was making sense anymore, but on the other hand, when had things ever made sense for me?

"The hell is eating you?" Tasuki followed closely behind me. Everyone else followed behind him.

"She's losing it. She swears she saw a ghost." Tamahome commented quietly.

"She was real, she was here!" I spun around and yelled at him. I could feel my face heating up, and tears pooling in my eyes. Did no one believe me? I took in a shaky breath as I realized that they had no reason to believe me when I wasn't quite sure I believed myself. Even so, it still hurt that they didn't trust me; that they thought I was "losing it."

I calmed myself down before I spoke again. "She told me that people think I'm an enemy. They think I'm a demon. She believed me when I told her I was here to help. She was my friend, and then she... she did something to me."

"What did she do?" Chichiri prompted.

"Nothing." I said pushing my way past everyone, and going to my usual place in the gardens, over looking the pond. Eventually Tasuki came out of the palace and plopped down next to me. I turned and glared at him, but he didn't look at me. He didn't even acknowledge that I was there at all. He just sat looking ahead. I looked at him for a while. His red-orange hair was ruffled, as always, and his golden eyes were intent in concentration. I saw a small pearly white fang poke out from his lips as he made a small smirk. For a brief moment I wondered how it would feel to kiss him with the fangs, I shook my head, and turned away before he could see the blush spreading across my face. After a couple minutes of silence he finally said something, but I had missed it completely. "What?"

"What did the girl do to you?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't!" He protested, "But everyone else does, especially Korin. The only reason she didn't come was because she has to rest."

"So you got forced to come talk to me, is that it? No one wanted to talk to the crazy girl, so they sent you? I don't understand why you're the one who's always forced to talk to poor little me. Why don't they just get a willing victim?"

"I'm willing." He said quietly.

"Oh yeah, real willing. What is it that you wanted again?"

"You should stop being so difficult."

"I am not difficult." Tasuki snortedin response and turned his attention back to the pond.

"So the girl, you didn't say what she did to ya."

"If you really must know, she… well… I don't know. I guess she cured me? Strengthened me? I'm not sure."

"She healed you? So your stab wound is gone?"

"Is it?" I looked down my shirt, and it was gone. I had totally forgotten about that injury. When I looked back up Tasuki was red as a tomato. I couldn't help but laugh. "Never seen a girl look down her shirt?" He looked away indigently, and I pressed on in my teasing. "It's not like I've never seen them before." I said referring to my breasts. Tasuki's face turned redder, and I laughed harder.

"Not funny."

"Yeah it is."

"No it's not."

"Yeah it is."

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes."

"Forget it. At least ya loosened up. You're too uptight. Maybe that's what's makin' you crazy."

"Shut up." I slapped his arm gently. I should have taken offense to him calling my crazy, but strangely enough, I didn't. Sitting there next to him I didn't feel crazy, or angry, or even sad.

"You're seeing people that no one else has." Tasuki said seriously.

"So? It could be part of the prophecy." My smile faded a bit as I felt doubt sit heavily inside my chest. Suzaku, please tell me it's be the prophecy.

"What prophecy? No one knows what prophecy you're from."

"And?"

"Tell me bout it. What prophecy are ya from?"

"It's a secret fang face."

"Oh, come on. Just tell me already."

I sighed in annoyance. "I don't know the prophecy. All I know is I'm in it. The scroll that contained the prophecy was destroyed by suzaku-knows-what centuries ago. So, I basically have to figure everything out on my own. I have to do everything alone."

"You're here with us. You're not alone. Ya don't have to be alone." Tasuki's face was slightly pink as he stared intently at the ground.

"I'm not with you. No one here trusts me."

"Korin does."

"And you?"

"I…" Tasuki's words died in his mouth, and he looked at me helplessly. I could feel my eyes watering, and I fought not to cry. Why did it hurt so much?

"I shouldn't have asked that. Look, I'm going to go sleep or something." I quickly turned my head as a tear fell down my cheek. I clutched at my amber necklace and teleported to my room.

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"You're crying." Naru said worriedly.

"I've missed you so much. I never spend any time with you anymore." I brushed the stray tear away and scratched him behind his ears, ignoring his comment.

"They moved you to a different room last night, since I took this bed." Naru let the previous subject drop, knowing that I was not going to tell him why I was crying.

"Yeah. You look well." I smiled faintly.

"You do too."

"A bitch, I mean witch, healed me." I smiled at my pitiful joke.

"Who?"

"A girl named Yumi. She was pretending to be my friend, but when I touched her…" My words faded out. I still had no idea how to describe what she did. "Everyone here thinks I'm crazy and dangerous." I flopped ontothe bed.

"I don't think you're crazy... most of the time."

"That's cause I feed and shelter you."

"True." Naru's mouth formed what would be considered a smile (if he were human).

"We leave for Kotou tomorrow, ok?"

"So soon? I thought we hadn't been ordered to go yet."

"We haven't been, but I'd rather not stay here any longer." I closed my eyes tightly, but I couldn't block out the look of suspicion in the eyes of my companions, the uncertainty in Tasuki's voice, the smile of false friendship on Yumi's face.

I'll be fine soon. The pain will subside when I leave this place and these people behind. Yes, tomorrow I'll leave, and I won't hurt anymore.

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