OK! Now I've pretty much set up my story! This is where the real action begins (Kind of, after this chapter really)! Hope you like it! (P.S. I need a good name for the club, any ideas?)

Natsuki decided to go find Shizuru. Slowly, she rose from her chair. She noticed once more how weak her muscles were. She began walking down the hallway, slowly.

Why the hell is it so hard to move?

As she though back to her journey to the delicious smell, she realized her muscles had been strained then too.

I just didn't notice because of the smell, the delicious smell.

And then her knees gave out. She didn't have time to do anything to stop her fall, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side; hopefully she could avoid breaking her nose.

She was waiting for the impact. It never came. Slowly, she realized that strong arms were suddenly gripping her around the middle; her face close to, but not touching, the carpet.

"Shizuru?" She tilted her head and saw Shizuru's face just over her shoulder.

Carefully, Shizuru lifted her into a sitting position. "I'm sorry Natsuki-chan, I should have been here sooner." Her voice was too cheerful.

"Shizuru…"Natsuki was going to apologize, but instead she asked, "…um, why am I so weak?"

"Natsuki forgets that she hasn't exorcized in a whole year. I'm actually surprised you made it to the kitchen, but you were so hungry, I suppose that' I'm not really."

Shizuru then scooped her up in her arms.

"Shiz-" Natsuki began to protest, but was cut off.

"Now, now, Natsuki-chan, you are likely going to have to see a physical therapist, and I don't want you hurting yourself."

"But-"

"None of that," Shizuru carried her down the hallway, into the yellow room, and laid her on the bed. "I-" Shizuru was about to say something, but something stopped her. She slipped her hand into a hidden pocket and removed something. After a quick glance at it she returned her attention to Natsuki. "I'm sorry, please excuse me." She slipped out before Natsuki even managed to open her mouth.

Shizuru slipped down the hall to her meditation room, unlocked the door, slipped inside and went to her computer. Her pager had gone off. She checked her e-mail, sure enough, she had one. She quickly read the message, and smiled.

I wonder if Natsuki-chan can manage by herself for a few hours?

She returned to Natsuki's room. Natsuki was still sitting exactly as she'd been left.

"I'm sorry Natsuki-chan, something has come up, I have to leave for a few hours, can you manage?"

Natsuki looked startled.

"Well, yeah." Shizuru could see that she was itching to say something important, so she waited. Finally Natsuki managed to say it, "Shizuru, I'm sorry."

"For what Natsuki-chan?" Shizuru smiled.

"For, um…" Natsuki struggled for words, "uh…damn it…I'm sorry for…about…what happened…"

"No need Natsuki-chan, all is well." Shizuru felt sick. "There is a remote control on the nightstand, a bedpan too, just in case. See you soon." And she was gone.

A bedpan?!?!

Natsuki looked to her right, and sure enough, there sat a shiny metal bedpan.

I am NOT going to use that!

Next to the…thing…was a small black remote. She picked it up, and looking around noticed a television almost directly across from her. She hadn't had time to really inspect the room, but not noticing the television ticked her off.

HOW COULD I NOT NOTICE?! Oh well…

She flicked it on.

Shizuru once more returned to her meditation room.

Which one to choose?

She was staring up at her naginatas.

The green one.

Of the three, it was her favorite. It reminded her of Natsuki. It was the same color as her eyes.

Carefully she lifted it down.

She was about to leave, when her pager went off again.

What?

She went to her computer and read the new message. She sighed. Carefully she re-hung the naginata.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, down a side road, is a popular nightclub. But in the basement of said club, is a small bar. The bar is a well known place where criminals gather. The police hardly ever try to raid it however; unless it gets completely surrounded and about 50 officers can take it over. When a cop goes down there alone or with one or two fellows, he dies. And with the high crime rates elsewhere in the city, it isn't really worth it unless there are major criminals suspected of hiding there.

While Shizuru was watching over Natsuki, two men sat at a small table in said bar.

"It is taken care of?"

"Yes,"

"Good. Any word on Kuga?"

"Fujino has her place wired; if she's awake we couldn't know."

The two men were conversing in low voices. Both looked up when a ruckus was caused near the door.

A skinny teenager with pale hair and a book under his arm was standing near the base of the stairs; a large man out cold at his feet.

"Nagi," One of the men whispered quietly.

"Smith, how lovely to see you." Nagi said in a loud, mocking voice. He walked over to the pair and pulled up a chair. "So, taking care of Fujino?"

A nod from Smith.

"What a shame, she could be of some use to you."

"How? We can't control her."

"Kuga is awake."

Smith's eyes widened, "That changes things…call it off."

"But sir…"

"Do it."

"Yes sir," The second man removed his laptop from a bag at his side. Quickly he typed a message and sent it; then he dialed a number on his phone. "It's done, sir."

"Nagi," Smith turned to the smiling teen, "What are you doing here? I thought you went back."

"Oh I did, but it got boring; manipulating humans is so much fun than I returned." His smile widened, and he changed topic, "You are very lucky John, if your trap had succeeded last year, Kuga would be dead, and then where would you be?"

"I know Nagi, don't remind me." Smith said bitterly.

"But its fun," Nagi grinned even more broadly. "So glad you must be that Kuga survived. She's the only one capable of controlling Fujino, and what an asset Fujino would be!"

"Yes Nagi," Smith sighed, "We'll get her, no matter what it takes."