Hey again! I just wanted to thank you all for the reviews! Keiichiro is in over his head!

Keiichiro was slamming around the kitchen, closing and opening drawers randomly and angrily. He was in a black mood, and something had to pay for it.

"Uh, akasaka-san?" came a timid voice.

"I don't want to talk about it!" cried Keiichiro, sure it was Ryou. He whirled around and began stirring soup like never before. broth spilled onto the burning stovetop, and hissed. Bits of carrots and peas fell everywhere. A stain formed on Keiichiro's shirt. But he stirred on bravely.

"Oh," said a young female voice. "Purin will leave you to your stirring."

Keiichiro snapped out of his fury and whirled around. "Purin!" he cried. "I'm sorry. I thought you were Ryou."

"It's okay, Na no da!" Purin turned around and smiled. "Is something wrong?" "What would make you think that?" asked Keiichiro. Then he realized what a stupid question that was. He had a giant soup stain on his normally impeccable chef's outfit, The soup was on the floor and burners, and the air was laden with the smell of burning croissants.

"Purin, what would you do if you made a mistake and did something wrong unintentionally?" asked Keiichiro, absently using an apron (If he'd been paying attention, he would have realized it was his favorite apron. Boy, was he gonna have a shock when he woke up and saw his pride and joy.)

Purin thought for a moment, and then smiled. "What kinda mistake?" she asked. Keiichiro turned bright red and made choking sounds.

"Uh, well, say you saw something you shouldn't have," Keiichiro sputtered.

Purin thought again. "Well, I would say I was sorry. Then I would promise never to do it again," Purin said happily. "Why? Did Keiichiro see something he shouldn't have?"

Keiichiro turned pink this time. "Oh, uh, just wondering," he said quietly. Purin just smiled knowingly, and then turned to go. "Purin has to go find the marbles she left here, Na no da," she said. "See you later."

She didn't wait for a response before running off to heaven only knows where.

Leaving Keiichiro alone to form a plan.

Zakuro was sitting in her favorite chair in front of the Television. A hershey bar was on the table near her, and her hair was up in a towel. She was only wearing a robe.

To tell the truth, Zakuro wasn't watching TV. She was thinking about Keiichiro and 'the incident.' quite frankly, the whole thing was a disaster. What many people didn't know about Zakuro just might come back to haunt her. And she couldn't have that.

So what was a girl to do?

Simple. Zakuro was going to quit working at the cafe. She would still be a mew mew, but she wouldn't work at the cafe. That minimized her chances of seeing Keiichiro. Now all she had to do was survive tomorrow, so she could tell Ryou about her resignition. She could only pray that Keiichiro would be busy. Then she wouldn't have to see him. Quick and pain-free. She would make a mental map of all the routes to avoid, and wear heavy clothing. That would work.

So it was with a determined expression that zakuro fell into a fitful sleep, full of nightmares.