Mouth agape, Fuuko stared at her look-alike. Her 'twin' stepped closer towards her. Fuuko wanted to run. Every part of her brain was screaming at her to run away, but her heart and legs said no. Upon closer inspection of the woman, she realized that the woman was not identical to her. In fact, there were big gaps in differences that made Fuuko wonder how she had managed to think that the woman was herself.
The woman had brown hair. Long brown hair. Her face features were quite different from Fuuko's. Daintier. The woman was slightly taller. As the woman neared her, Fuuko couldn't help feeling the fear rising in her. It was so weird. She sensed something was not right with this person, something not human, yet, she could not help feeling intrigued at the same time. And the lady looked very familiar.
The woman looked up straightly now and Fuuko was able to see the reason behind why the woman was familiar. Why she had thought she had looked at herself. The woman's striking cobalt eyes brought it all down to one name. Yukiko.
The woman lifted up a hand and slowly raised it to Fuuko's face. She softly stroked the right cheek. Fuuko felt a cold wave splash over her entire body. No living person could possibly be this cold. Oh, right! Yukiko was dead.
As if finally realizing it, Fuuko looked up into Yukiko's pretty face and whispered three words. "You're a ghost."
Yanagi stood up from her position on the floor. She had no reasons for why she had been throwing up for the last half an hour. It had been so horrible. But she felt better now. Much better. Walking out of her bathroom, she felt bored. She was certainly not sleepy. What could she do? Striding out of her room and into Recca's, she woke him up. She wanted to boss around, and who better than her devoted ninja?
Tokiya was agitated. He felt an aura surrounding the house that was not good. Not good at all. Sinister and evil. Like it was chasing after someone. Tokiya walked faster, in attempt of getting the feeling away from him.
Obviously, something was wrong with the house. Moving past a room, he heard muffled footsteps. He went over closer to the door, grasping the knob, he twisted it and tried to push it forward, to open the door. But it didn't budge. The door was locked. Fuuko was inside and he couldn't get in. Standing in his way was the door. He vowed to get in, to get to her and save her.
Ganko was furious. She had been walking in circles for the past few minutes. Again, she passed by her room. Giving out a strangle scream of exasperation, she turned to Kaoru.
Kaoru, who had been noticing that Ganko was getting into one of her temper fits, had kept quiet and cautious. However, he couldn't stop the frequent yawns that kept escaping from his mouth. Too bad his newest one was caught by Ganko.
Ganko turned red, for the fourth time that night, seeing Kaoru looking bored and tired. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him with all the strength a 14-year-old girl could muster and yelled in his face again. "Be serious will you?!! I'm struggling here and you just follow me like you don't care---"
Kaoru, getting fed up of hearing her yelling, did the only thing that seemed right to him. Holding her arms firmly, he leaned forward and shut her up with his mouth. He could feel her stiffen then relax. He pulled away, awaiting for the coming question.
Ganko was stunned. She was angry, yet joy was running through her body. Had she been waiting for that. Looking straight into his now bright eyes, she asked him. "Why did you kiss me?"
Her reply was short and simple. "Because I love you."
Fuuko was now in a room. Which room, she didn't know. Not that she really cared. Her focus was on the room. Yukiko was gliding around, pointing at various items. She was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't talk. Yukiko had led her from the hallway to the room. The door was already open when they had arrived. The moment she stepped in, it had slammed shut and refused to budge.
Yukiko took out a photo. It was an old photo. It was crinkled and the picture was fading off. But you could still see that the photo was of a small baby. A very cute baby with big blue eyes, and brown hair. At the corner of the picture, there was a name scribbled on it. 'Aki Suzuki' it said. Then Yukiko shoved another picture into Fuuko's hands. Another photo of a baby. The picture was newer and the baby was different. The baby had azure eyes too. However, instead of the auburn hair she had expected, it had black hair instead.
Fuuko gazed at the picture. One look and she knew who it was. But why did Yukiko have it? "Where did you get this?" she asked Yukiko. Yukiko smiled fondly at the photo. Looking at Fuuko, she mouthed out the words. "Your granddaughter?!!" Fuuko yelled out. Yukiko nodded happily.
Fuuko stared at her. That couldn't be...her mother couldn't be Yukiko's granddaughter. Heck! They couldn't even be related! She turned over the photo. Another set of scribbled words caught her attention. 'Sayoko Suzuki'.
Recca woke up from his lovely dream to see his lovely princess in front of him. He smiled lovingly at her, only getting a smirk back from her. He noticed he was wet, and Yanagi had a glass in her hand.
"About time you woke up, you pig! Can't you hear me when I called you to wake up?" Yanagi said. Recca stared at her, dumbfounded. "What?! Can you stop gawking? It makes you look more dumb than you already are."
"Hi...me?" Recca asked nervously. Yanagi scowled at him. "Will you stop calling me 'Hime'?! It's so damn embarrassing! How would you like it if I went around calling you 'Ninja-sama' in front of crowds of people? Call me by my name, Yanagi! It's not so hard. Ya-na-gi!" Yanagi yelled. Recca just looked at his once shy, calm, patient, polite girlfriend. She definitely wasn't any of that right now.
