(He, he, he, he. Nikki's mad. ^_^)

ARGH! Sorry again for that very short boring chapter. You dudes won't mind if I end my stories like on the 10th or the 8th chapter, right? That is so, because sometimes I can't really think of anything for the continuation you know? Okay. I'll stop stalling you people.

Chapter 2

Izumi took out the chime and felt that weird sensation again. Maybe the weather and climate was a bit too cold. She walked over her window and hung the wind chime.

"Perfect!" She exclaimed.

Knock. Knock.

Kouji slightly pounded on the door. Izumi made her way towards her bedroom door and opened it.

"Gee, it fits well along with the other things in your room."

'That Kouji, is because I've got a great sense of style." She giggled a bit.

She sat down on her bed and stared at the picture frame of her and Kouji together.

"I'll be cooking dinner, ok?" said Kouji.

"Oh, alright." Answered Izumi.

She lied on her bed staring at the ceiling.

~At Midnight~

Izumi was dressed in her nightgown. She stared at the mirror and brushed her blonde hair and quietly sat on her bed.

She stretched and yawned and finally fell asleep.

The wind chimes rang in a sweet melody as the breeze smacked the metal chimes together. Suddenly the melody grew louder and started ringing. The wind became extreme and the curtains were blown, swaying up and down.

Then everything came to a stop and everything was silent.

Apparently, Izumi haven't noticed anything. She fell into a deep sleep. Inside her dreams, she pictured a beautiful vast garden of radiant flowers.

She was dancing around the field of flowers when a SMASH! Woke her up.

"What the?" murmured Izumi. She sat up from herbed. She rubbed her eyes and peered around the room. Everything was still dark. What was broken? The window? No, it seemed fine. The mirror? It looks exactly as it was. Did someone break in? She started to panic and decided to go fetch Kouji.

As she pulled off her covers and stepped onto the cold floor, there was a CRACK! Izumi gripped onto both her feet and growled, "Ouch, damn it!"

She stared at her feet, the flesh was pierced and they were covered with cuts and scratches of blood and gone.

She peered over the edge of the bed and noticed the rayed glass that was scatter all over the floor. There wasn't much dispersed around. She looked more closely and realized the picture frame was demolished.

The frame was scratched, and the glass shattered. Her heart thumped real fast.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

She had avoided the glass and slowly limped her way to Kouji's room. A soft knock on the door. Then she heard footsteps and the door opened.

"Hey, what is it?" he asked with one of his eyes opened.

"There might be a burglar in the house." She whispered. Then she added," Because the glass of our photo was broken and I accidentally stepped in-."

"You're not hurt that badly, right? Let me check your wound."

He placed Izumi on his bed as he went to get the bandages and stitches. After that he retrieved his baseball bat and creaked out of his room. Izumi, feeling scared all alone, followed Kouji.

They checked everywhere around the house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the closets, the living room…nothing. There was no one inside the house.

The couple walked up to Izumi's room. She swept up the mess and Koji shut the window tight.

"Maybe the wind had blown the picture frame…." Suggested Kouji.

"Maybe…." Izumi didn't sound certain.

"Whatever it is, Izumi, we shouldn't get too uptight about it. Let's get some rest and hopefully everything will be alright."

Izumi hugged Kouji. "Yeah. I hope so too." She bit her lip. "Uh…could I…sleep with you tonight?"

Kouji looked at her. "Sure, why not?"

As they walked to Kouji's room, she had a weird feeling that worst was yet to come…and so did Kouji.

Izumi lied on Kouji's bed, her eyes still wide opened.

She wanted to just forget what happened and took in what Kouji had said. Maybe it was the wind, Izumi thought. She stared at the handsome teenager resting next to her. She felt more comfortable and brushed his bangs behind his ears.

Don't worry, she thought to herself. Tomorrow ill be just fine.

So…liking this story so far? Dude, truly you guys don't mind if my chapters are short right? Okay…. To anyone who cares: This is a song from the Simpsons (see below). Spread it, my fellow dudes!

I dance, I dance, I dance,

Around the Mexican hat!

I dance, I dance, I dance,

And that's the end of that!

Or should I continue my singing?

My cell phone appears to be ringing….