Disclaimer: Do I need to repeat this?

Author's Note: My gratitude for your reviews (and the time you take to read and make them) grows as I read your insightful words and comments. I really do appreciate them, so keep them coming. ;D

Calliope: I found The Grudge to be really quite eerie and Bahay ni Lola more so because it's closer to home and I've heard many stories of similar happenings. o.o In any case, I inserted the Bahay ni Lola thing because I thought it would be funny (and you've confirmed it—thanks! ;D ). Yup…Sendoh's her neighbor, technically. ;D Will she end up with any guy from SD…well…we'll have to see. ;D

MistressKC: Thanks! ;D How long have you been away from the Phil? ;D

And now, without further ado, we move on to the next chapter. ;D

Chapter 4

Damn, he's tall! Ella thought in panicked surprise, taking a step back as she finally laid eyes on the intruder.

Crouching down before a large cardboard box he was rifling through the items within with painstaking care, the headphones covering his ears blaring Do Somethin' so loud that even she could hear it from where she stood.

"What the hell…?" he asked in horrified disgust mixed with strange curiosity as he held up a painfully bright fuchsia pink and baby-pink spotted piece of clothing.

Ella's eyes rounded out into saucers, their pretty almond shape rivaling Erica's doe-eyed pair as she realized what he was holding up.

"Underwear!" the young man exclaimed in disgust, dropping the female boxers as though they'd burned him.

That sick son of a bitch! she screamed in her head when her eyes trailed the large pile of her things towards the dividing slide between her room and her foster parents' room.

Her toiletries were everywhere. Her tampons and pads were over in what seemed to be a rubbish pile in the corner, accompanied by her feminine wash and several other items of lingerie. Her precious notebooks were thrown carelessly aside as he dug through the box, unearthing the most personal of her belongings and treating them with the worst kind of disrespect. Treasured romance books went flying alongside bikinis and gingerly-touched brassieres and panties.

When he picked up her diary and flipped it open, his eyes immediately falling on the little note she had taped to the front, she felt murder descend upon her eyes.

I'm going to kill you, she thought maniacally, sneaking up on him and slowly raising the frying pan to make the fatal blow.

"Thanks so much for the lovely date, ading."

Sendoh paused, frowning at the last word. He read it again, more carefully this time, making sure he didn't mix up the letters or the meanings of the words.

What the hell does "ading" mean?

Deciding he didn't care, he flipped the page, wrinkling his nose at the long, flowing script that was so unlike the precise Japanese characters he was accustomed to. He shut the book then, knowing that it was a waste of time to pore over reading material like that. Especially when it wasn't his. Judging from what he'd read on the front of the book it contained very personal material. Interested though he would have been, however, he had other things to do.

Mrs. Kano had gone to get dinner and meet friends, tasking him with sorting out the foreign exchange student's messy, agonizingly disorganized belongings, and arranging them in her new room. He had spent the past four hours pushing furniture around the room and placing her belongings in proper order. He had even pressed the terrible girl's crumpled, stuffed-into-the-bag clothing and had laid them out in her dresser in a manner that would have rivaled a trained helper's.

Now he had only three more boxes to go.

Who the hell places underwear and notebooks in the same bag! he demanded, picking up a lacy red brassiere and tossing it aside.

He felt like a pervert in a lingerie shop, and when he thought of the breasts that must fill up the cups of the bra he had just discarded a hot flush crept up into his cheeks.

Disgusting, he thought, shaking his head. Being around women's belongings can be degrading for a man's integrity.

He glanced at the bra again.

Well…nobody's around…

He moved quickly to the side, picking up the delicate forbidden artifact, his mind quickly making measurements.

Too big to be a Cup B…36 Cup A?

"You make me sick…"

The last lines of Pink's song shot straight into his upbringing and he dropped the bra, glowing in a shade of red close to its color. Swallowing hard, he shook himself mentally and decided that he couldn't go any further than he already had. Mrs. Kano would just have to understand that it wasn't appropriate for young men (hormones and all) to be rifling through the belongings of the opposite sex.

The damn CD was skipping again. He tapped at the player irritably, shaken from his last hormone rush and wanting to be out of the house as soon as possible. It was getting too damned hot inside the little room.

He turned to get out.

A quick, swishing sound whipped through the air into his ears as his eyes focused on a rapidly expanding black object that exploded into large, blinding stars, sending pain rocketing straight through his forehead.

Further Notes: "Ading" in the Philippines is used to refer to someone who is younger than you, generally, though there are cases wherein the term applies to someone who is simply on a lower level than yourself (for instance, my school. ;D ).