I would like to say thanks to all of my reviewers. I don't get much support for my stories at home, so your opinion matters to me. I got my first flame on the second chapter, and I'm just as excited about it as I am disappointed. I'm sorry that you think that my story sounds like someone else's. Quite honestly, I haven't read any other Pretear fanfictions. Ever. Futhermore, I realized that the story and the title/summary have nothing in common, so the title and summary are changing.

I would thank everybody individually but I really don't know what to say... It gets tiring writing a bunch of names followed by 'thanks.'








"Hey, are you okay?" Mannen asked, taking a seat next to Kitsu.

After Himeno showed up, Kitsu had acted somewhat scared, and somewhat confused. And as Himeno and Hayate argued, Kitsu had slipped away, not to be noticed that she was missing until long after their argument had ended. Mannen had looked for almost and hour for her before finding her in the corner of the same alleyway they had first met Himeno's stepsister Mawata.

Kitsu looked up at Mannen, then looked back down. Her knees were bent and close to her chest. Her feet were about a foot apart, and one forearm rest atop each knee, crossed at the wrists. She kicked her feet out so her legs were stretched out in front of her and crossed her ankles. She sighed, leaning her head back.

"I'm not okay."

"Well, what's wrong?"

Kitsu rolled her eyes at him, but didn't say anything.

Just then, Hayate appeared. He looked angry, or annoyed, or maybe happy but Kitsu wasn't sure because they all looked the same on him.

"Let's go, you need to train."

Kitsu snorted, raising and eyebrow.

"I said let's go," Hayate said, walking over to her and grabbing her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She snatched it back, grasping it in her other hand as if he just burned her or gave her a disease.

"Kistu," he growled, glaring at her.

Kitsu muttered something incohearent under her breath. Hayate raised an eyebrow.

"Come again?"

"I SAID I HATE YOU! My god, all you do is order me around, I'm never good enough for you!"

Hayate looked shocked. It sooned passed, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Meanwhile, streetlamps flickered on and off, despite it was still light out.

"I mean, what, do you expect me to be perfect even though I didn't even find out that I was the Prétear until yesterday? I haven't trained, and I don't even know what I'm getting myself into be agreeing to this... You don't even know me, and you've already judged me. You think you've figured out everything. I think I know my geometry pretty damn well. You say what you need so you'll get more, if you could just milk it for everything... I've said what I said and you know what I mean. I. Hate. You."

Kitsu sighed, clenching her fists. Her pupil's dilated, and she phased in and out quickly, as if someone were pressing an on/off button repeatedly on her. Finally she stopped phasing, and she had a strange blue aura surrounding her. Her eyes were completely back; not even the whites of her eyes showed.

"This is what happens when I talk. It's been like this since as long as I can remember." A lightbulb on a streetlamp shattered. "I can't control this, and I don't know why this is even happening. I'm a freak, okay?" The power on the second floor of the apartment complex to her right went out.






I know this is short, I'm sorry! But I've had this saved on my computer for a LONG time and I just can't get myself to finish it... I figured I should upload this before saying that this story is indefinitly being put in hiatus.

Lyrics, starting at 'You think you've figured out everything...' and goes to 'you know what I mean.' Modest Mouse owns them, not me. Check the song out, it's called 'Dramamine.'