The young boy was wearing a uniform that wasn't of this school and a few story books that he had likely borrowed from the school library they were outside of sat neatly as a stack on his lap. He looked around year younger than Yuri, but they way his mannerisms and speech were that of a young adult. Homura was wondering what was a student of another school doing here when the boy politely asked again, wheeling forward, "May I help? You, or rather, Yuri over there, seem to be having trouble navigating through the school."

Homura scratched her chin, slightly uneasy from seeing the stumps that were the boy's legs, "And you are?" she asked for his name, folding her arms.

"Ah, sorry. Where are my manners?" the young boy in the wheelchair chuckled with a hand on his mouth, "My name is Fujimaki Tomura. I'm a student of another school," he introduced himself with a small bow while holding onto the armrests of his chair, "And what about you, Miss? Are you a new student here?"

"Homura. Akemi Homura," she calmly replied, "I'm enrolling her in a week. I'm just here for a tour of the school."

"Pleased to meet you, Akemi. Now, as I was asking," the boy looked over to Yuri and noticed her ruffling her hair in confusion, mumbling to herself if she was lost or not. It was somewhat of a sad sight. He seemed mock-hurt that she still had not noticed him talking to Homura behind her, "Yuri," he quietly called her to not startle her, but the Tomura's call was unheard.

"Morikawa," Homura did the same and tapped the young girl on the shoulder.

Yuri continued looking at the small map of the school in her hands and looked down the hallway in front of them that split into two different staircases. She continued muttering to herself and let out small groans of frustration.

"Morikawa," Homura repeated and glanced over to Tomura who gave a curvy smile at Yuri's dilemma and chuckled again.

Not wanting to waste anyone's time, Tomura wheeled forward and grabbed Yuri by the shoulders. She jumped when he gripped her and turned her around, chuckling, "I see you're lost in your own school again. You never do change, huh, Yuri?"

"T-Tomura!" she exclaimed and immediately hid the map behind her back, her head now of a crimson red color, "I-I'm not lost... I think," Yuri mumbled, kicking the air with one foot like a child. Smoke billowed from her ears and her response only made Tomura laugh even more. Homura raised a brow at her sudden outburst; the two seemed to know each other well, judging from what just happened. Sanbey sat in her bag, watching the scene, too, as all the noise had woke him up.

"Hey, doesn't his name ring any bells?" Sanbey spoke with his head lying on the zipper.

'Fujimaki'. Homura recognized it as one of her target's last name. Judging from the pictures Homura had and comparing it with Tomura's faint looks, they were definitely related by blood and was most likely his brother. If it were not for the height, mannerism and hair length, it would be hard to tell between the two. Also, there was the wheelchair. Maybe this boy could lead them to their next candidate?

Tomura let out an amused chuckle, "Would you like me to bring you and Miss Akemi here somewhere else? I have plenty of time before my brother's performance starts."

"'Brother'?" Homura thought, her guess correct.

Yuri looked away and replied with embarassment at the offer, her face still red as a tomato. Tomura let her go from his hands when he realized he had been holding for a while now and scratched his cheek with an embarrassed smile on his face. Yuri answered, looking down at her feet as the red in her cheeks slowly faded away, "... Fine. But only if it's you..."

Now that was dealt with, Tomura looked over to Homura and gestured her to follow him. The two followed and from there, he guided them through the school and lead them down a small hallway with barely any students in it, but plenty of sunlight peering through the large windows beside them. The sun in the sky could be seen clearly as they got a good view of the school garden below. Sanbey perked his ears, still keeping an eye for anything that was following them. Homura's instincts told her they were fine, but Sanbey kept his guard up.

In the wide hallway, the only sounds made were the creaking of Tomura's wheelchair and the uniform footsteps of the two girls he lead around. Homura looked at the back of his wheelchair and noticed a set of unused leg prosthetics strapped tight to the back of it. She found it odd that he wasn't using it, but brushed away the thought to avoid any personal questions which could get in their way and/or be intrusive to the boy. She didn't want to be rude when he was simply doing them a favor.

Tomura seemed to be reading as they went on, the fact that he knew the way allowed him to do so without looking had impressed Homura a bit. It was also ironic since he wasn't a student of the school, yet, Tomura had more knowledge than the Council President's sister when it came to the school and could go around without even paying attention. Yuri huffed beside Homura, still embarrassed from just now.

They entered a small bridge that connected a section of the building the three were in to another one at the other side of the school. Homura looked to her left and saw that the entire left side was a railing-guarded window that showed one of the grass-lased courtyards outside. She could see the school's gardening club tending to the flowers and plants outside and she scanned them for her targets, to no luck.

The light from the sun shined brightly on them before they entered the next section of the school. Then, Homura began to realize something that dawned on her only now: It had been too long since she had met other people and talked to them. Although talking to other people last time would just be more of an inconvenience to her plan, now, she felt like she was experiencing a new life, new people, and possibly, new friends, as this time, it only furthered her goal instead of being detrimental to it. Homura couldn't remember the last time she felt this kind of feeling in her.

"Deep in thought, huh?" Sanbey interrupted her thinking.

"I told you to stop reading my thoughts," Homura mentally replied, "I'd prefer it if you only talk when I tell you to."

"Fine, fine," Sanbey left her alone and continued dozing off in her bag for the meantime.

Ever since last night, Homura had kept her eye out for anything suspicious the little creature could likely do. The fact that during their planning last night, Sanbey pointed out that he – or it – could not recall anything before it had met up with Homura only made her suspect it even more that it was hiding secrets from her. Although everything he told her seemed to be honest and true, Homura still did not like being kept away from things. For the meantime, she could only observe him patiently and wait for a crack in his possible casual facade.

"It's not like I'm keeping things away from you, I just can't seem to remember things from the past few yea- ack!"

"Is there anything wrong?" Tomura spoke up, looking over his shoulder and noticing Homura forcing a hand into her bag.

Homura released Sanbey from her grip and waved her hand to shrug off his concern, "No, it's nothing."

Tomura's smile came back and he looked away, assured that nothing was wrong. Once again, the walk was silent, and from the signs that were placed on the walls, the three seemed to be heading for the school's auditorium. S=A few students were seen heading there, talking about a performance or something that was about to start there. Homura wondered if it was the same thing Tomura mentioned earlier.

"You don't like me very much, do you?"

Homura tried to filter out Sanbey's pointless talk and took out her folder. Opening it up, a picture of a familiar-pink haired girl fell out but was caught it the quick hands of Homura just in time. Checking it to see if it was damaged, she felt a bit upset when she noticed it was wrinkled slightly from her catch.

"Isn't that Kaname Madoka?"

Homura turned her head to see Yuri peering curiously at the picture in her hand, "Do you know her?" Homura inquired.

Yuri gave a simple nod, "She's the Health Officer in one of the classes. You two know each other?"

Homura placed the picture back in her folder and closed it, putting it in her bag before giving an answer that lacked the usual monotone Homura always spoke with. Yuri noticed this, and the shift in tone was jarring to her, "She's a friend of mine... a close friend..." her hand held tightly onto her bag's strap, squeezing hard as a shadow crossed her face. After realizing her sudden actions and seeing Yuri's hurt stare, she then shook her head to focus on what she was doing and assured Yuri that her question did not offed her, "Anyway, I w-"

"My, my... I seem to be lost," a voice spoke up from in front, "How did I get here from the lobby? Oh dear..."

Homura and Yuri turned their attention in front where they saw a young woman with long, black hair trailing down her back and a lost look on her face. She wandered around outside the double-doors to the auditorium, wearing something similar to a waitress' outfit and seemingly talking to herself. The woman looked back and forth until she spotted and recognized Tomura from the group of three that were looking at her.

"Tomura!" she walked over to young boy on the wheelchair and hugged him tight, almost bear-hugging him in the process, "How are you? Is 'Rita doing fine? I'm sure she is!"

"Who is that woman?" Homura whispered to Yuri.

Yuri shrugged, confused by the strange woman's actions as well.

Homura took a closer look at the woman who was oblivious to Homura and Yuri's presence while she spoke to Tomura with kindness that seemed quite odd and unusual. She looked as if she had her head in the clouds and did not register everything that was around her. The woman took out what it looked a small canister of medical pills and placed it in Tomura's hand.

"Can you pass this to him, please? I think he forgot about it again," the woman requested with a smile, "Tateyama can be so forgetful sometimes."

"O-Of course," Tomura said with a broken smile. Even he couldn't keep a straight face while talking to the woman, "I'll make sure Ikezawa takes this right away."

Giving a small thankful bow, the woman walked away and pass Homura and Yuri. Still not realizing they were there, she brought a finger to her chin and said, "Now, if I remember where I came from... I think I went from he-"

Tomura quickly wheeled to her and outstretched his arm grab her by the shirt, "W-Would you like me to escort outside?" he quickly offered, worried that if the woman had problems navigating through the school, she might end up getting lost on the way out, "I think I-I know where the exit is. Just follow me, please."

"Well, of course, dear!" the woman replied with another odd smile.

Sighing, Tomura looked at the two and apologized for having to leave them, "You two go ahead without me, I'll be escorting Miss Ikezawa out of the school, so enjoy the rest of your day. Goodbye, Akemi, and do try and not get lost again, Yuri."

Homura and Yuri nodded and watched as Tomura escorted the woman out of the premises. The woman asked odd and unusual questions on their way out and the two really couldn't say anything or comment about what just happened. After standing in the corridor for a while, Yuri continued the tour with her at the lead and the pair went inside the auditorium.

Yuri pressed against the heavy, double-doors to the auditorium and had trouble opening it until Homura gave a slight push. The change of force pushed the doors open and Yuri would have fallen face-first on the floor if Homura didn't grab her by the collar and brought her back to her feet. It was the second time this happened and Yuri thanked her again for the help, slightly flustered.

Looking back up, the entire auditorium was wide and big, beating the size of the gymnasium as the ceiling was around twice the height of the one it had. Rows upon rows of seats faced a large, wooden stage with spotlights beaming down streams of light onto it. Around 50 students were seated among the rows and this was about the performance Tomura had mentioned earlier. On the stage, things like small catapults were placed across the stage, making it seem more likely that an event was happening.

Homura walked down the rows of seats alongside Yuri to find a place to rest, thinking of watching the show if it meant meeting with one of her targets. Yuri needed a place to rest after all that walking as well, so they sat down on two empty seats far away from most of the students. Both of them preferred this sort of solitude and leaned back in the comfy chairs. Sanbey came out of Homura's bag with ears flopping out of curiosity, straddling an arm rest and letting out a tired sigh.

A spotlight suddenly shined on a student standing on the stage, gaining most of the audience's attention. In his hands, he held a microphone in one hand and wooden bow in the other. The student had long, brown hair and a cheery expression on his face as he spoke into the microphone in an energetic, excited tone, "Students of Mitakihara, thank you for coming here and welcome to another one of my Archery Shows!"

The crowd did not clap, but the student on the stage did not lose his smile or spirit. It seemed almost unbreakable.

"Is that boy who I think he is?" Sanbey asked.

Homura nodded, remembering that face from yesterday, "Fujimaki Takuya."