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Chapter 5

Time- 3: 45 P.M.

I put my books in my bag, watching how everything seems to all in perfect alignment. Life is not perfect. We are imperfect creatures. We have been, and we always will be. I am surprised that people find God as perfect. God made us, the creatures of impurity, didn't he? The creatures of the incomplete and impurity doesn't deserve to live. With that said, I also agree that I shouldn't be alive. I am sick and tired of being used. But then again, I can't go against him.

The door opened, but I already knew who it was. It was Niwa, Daisuke. He was with his girlfriend Harada Riku, her sister Harada Risa, and their friend Hiwatari, Satoshi. Ever since the mirror incident, they have been coming here every time school is over. This is going good for the Master's plan, but definitely not for mine. It is best not to get them involved, is what I thought. But following his orders, the museum, the mirror, the use of a spell that was forbidden; even if I didn't want to, I have already sealed their destiny. But then again, fate is changeable, unlike destiny. And my fate is already linked with the Master's. Will I ever be able to fly in the sky, with others that are free? Will I ever be able to come out of this cage? Or is it that I want to stay in here...?

Riku came over and asked me, "Do you need any help with your bag? It looks heavy."

In my mind, I sighed. It has been a week exactly since they started to come to my room. I haven't ever reply to their requests, their questions, or when they try to talk to me. As I did before, I got up and walked to the door.

But as I passed Niwa an Satoshi, for they were standing side by side, I felt something... different. Pulsing... But what? I stopped and looked at them. They stared back, Niwa in wonder and confusion, while Satoshi in suspicion. Satoshi didn't show it in his face, but his eyes. People say that "Your eyes are the windows to your soul", and that is true. If you look close enough, you can see their souls, their emotions, their feelings for another.

I stared at the two boys for half a minute, though it felt like forever. I watched for any signs, why they would give off a stronger pulse in magic than usual, why there is a disturbance in their beings. They haven't shown signs that "they" have returned, but that is normal. It usually took spirits at least three weeks or more, depending on their power. But... "they" are different. They are angels, as Master has called them. Are angels to be perfect? I do not think so, for if they are perfect, they would have waken up from their slumber from the spell by now.

As I was going to give up, they gave out another pulse, though it didn't seem like the hosts took notice. When they did pulse, I saw them. The angels. One dark and one light, though their attitudes are a complete difference. One had purple hair, the other had blond. One had black clothes, the other had white. Their completely different but they make one. Earth and Sky, Morning and Night, Ying and Yang. They need each other to survive. They need each other to strive. They also need each other to grow stronger, to flourish.

I gave them a small smile, one only visible to them, and walked away, hoping that their future is going to change for the better later on. Though for now, there are going to be bigger problems. Problems that wouldn't be able to work out without each other. Even together, they may fail. Who knows? Only time will really tell.

Time- 7: 00 P.M.

I walked into the dining room, knowing he would be there waiting. He looked at me smiling. "You have good news for me, I bet. Go on, tell me."

I should have known. I thought that I could maybe hide it, just for another day or two to let them settle.

I should have known. He is always one step ahead of me. But one day, I will definitely get the better of him. I bowed my head, deep but not too deep, to show my respects and said, "Yes, you are correct, my beloved Master."

He clapped his hands once, showing the pure happiness that I have never seen. "Good! Do tell. I love to hear good news. And remember, you have a job to do tomorrow, though you don't have to destroy it with that spell this time." His dinner was brought out at that moment, taunting me with their smells, though, I will not give in to it. He clapped once again to me and said, "You may rise from your bow. Please continue."

As I rose up, I said, "Thank you, Master." I stood up straight, showing no signs of falter or hesitance. "As you had said, Niwa, Daisuke and Hiwatari, Satoshi has become 'friends' with me by their choice. Same with the Harada twins. Their Guardian, known as Hio, Mio, who was a spirit made by Hiwatari, Kei with a weak voodoo doll, is also awake." As I spoke, Master listened to my every word, even though he was eating a steak that could easily feed a small family of three. I continued, even though part of my mind said no, feeling pity for them. "The angels you have told me about, Dark and Krad, has awaken, though still not completely conscious. Their magic is starting up, now protecting their hosts. Hio, Mio has also done the same. Though there are ways of breaking them, as you said there are."

He looked up, wiping his mouth with a cloth that looked closely like silk. His plate was half empty. "Thank you for the news. You may leave. You must be hungry." His eyes sparkled with a new happiness, though looking like a child with a new dog. But unlike others, this child does not want to share his dog with anyone. He will seal it away, keeping it all to himself, abandoning others that he have had before that one dog. Master is a person like that. But with two, more troubles will definitely come. Will the dogs rebel and find a way out? Or will they be broken in and tamed? As for me, even though the child would abandon everything else, why would the Master abandon me? Even though most would think so, I am positive that this is one caged bird that will never sing that sweet song. He is a selfish boy after all.

I bowed my head and said, "Please excuse me." I felt his eyes on me. Even just that, I can feel that he is already coming up with a plan. A plan in which he would catch his new pets. Pity ran through my body. Animals who have tasted freedom will not settle in a cage. If they come here, they would be punished, over and over again. If they are strong enough, they will continue to bark. They will continue to do what they can to get their sweet, sweet freedom. But if they are weak, they will be tamed. And once they are tamed, he would play many, many games with them. The games he wants to play with them; is it more horrible than what he has done with me? With my mother?

I walked to my room, knowing that the food I am to eat is already there. No servant is to talk to me. No servant is to see me. No servant is to meet me. Because of that, this house is always empty. This house is cold, dark, unfriendly.

I opened the door to find a tray facing my bed on a small table. On the tray, there were some stemmed vegetables, a bowl almost full of rice with meat piled on top of it, a cup halfway filled with soup, a dinner roll, and bottle of water underneath the table. I walked over to my bed and sat down. I picked up the fork and touched the vegetables. They were cold. Cold foods, warm water, I haven't eaten warm food and cool water since I was a small child, when my life was full of hope and happiness. When did they all stop?

The door slammed open fully with the doorknob slamming into the wall, almost breaking it. The Master came in with a crazed look on his face. He looked towards me and I didn't flinch. He knocked the table, along with my food, across the room and grabbed me by my hair. My mind became scared, knowing what is going to happen next, but my face didn't betray me and show what I didn't want to show. I willed my body to relax. Pain will only hurt less if you relax.

He dragged me into the room that first took my freedom away the first time. The door hidden away from the world, separated by soundproof walls and a door made to blend in with the wall both inside and outside the room. He opened the door roughly and threw me in. With my current weight, it is not hard to do that. He closed the door, locking us away from the world that is suppose to give you freedom. He clamped on chains that connect my arms to the ceiling and my feet to the floor quickly. He felt stress, happiness, craziness. Too many emotions ran through his body, making him want to kill someone. Making him want to torture someone and see blood bleeding through clothing and hear screams, pleading for him "stop", "it hurts", "no more"...

He made me face something that I never wanted to see again. Not after what he had did that day. This is the only room that he says I can so emotions that I can never show anyone else. I looked at him, pleading for him to turn me around. To let me face anything but that, or should I say those things. He grabbed my chin roughly, making me face it. Without willing it, I felt tears slipping out of my eyes. My Master... He smiled with a blood thirsty look in his face. It made a shiver run down my spine. The more pitiful I look, the happier he becomes. He stood behind me and grabbed the things he loved to use on me: a sharp treasure knife that would easily cut through a human bone, and a whip. He has never learned how to properly use a whip but it didn't matter to him. The more untrained you are, the more blood you will end up drawing, or at least that is what he thinks. I still in my struggling. Knowing that a threat is behind me made me want to get away from it. But at the same time, I want to get away from the things that are on the other side of the wall. It was an object, framed and preserved so that when he wanted to, he could see it anytime he wanted, take it out, play with it. As I had said before, he is just a sick child.

I felt him smile behind me, even when I don't even see him. I turned my head to look back as he threw the first crack of the whip.

Niwa, Daisuke's POV Time- 7:23 P.M.

I felt something run through my body. I stopped walking to my bed and stood in place. I sighed and scratched the back of my head while my other hand is on my hip. "This is the seventh time I felt that today. Why did it start when Hayashi-san passed by?" I walked to the mirror grab a schedule that I hung there to make sure that I wouldn't forget it. Mostly because Wiz sometimes hang around there and I would sometimes kick him off... which as I think about it... that's not nice...

When I looked at the reflection, I didn't see mine. I jumped back and yelped a little. I see the reflection stretch and looked at me annoyed. "Daisuke, you didn't have to scream! You woke me up from my beauty sleep!"

I looked at it closer as my mom and grandpa came up asking, "What's wrong, Daisuke? Are you okay?"

Looking at the reflection happily, I told them loudly, "Dark's back!"

Hiwatari, Satoshi's POV Time- 7:23 P.M.

I felt that odd surge through my body again. I opened my eyes and sat up from my bed. I felt tired but I couldn't sleep. I want to sleep. It feels as if I had run a marathon and many more. I sighed, trying to massage my own shoulder as I went through today's events. I woke up at the same usual time, I got a ride to school, I hung out with Daisuke and the Harada sisters, and I saw a small smile on Hayashi-san's face. But when she did pass by, it started to happen. Those... odd surges of power running through my body. They feel eerily familiar. Daisuke felt it too, though he hasn't actually told me in person. I could see it. I don't know how to explain it other than to say that when it happens, I could literally see the power run through his body, though I can't see it on mine.

I sighed and stood up to the bathroom, counting how many it had happened. It was at least six to seven times. This was the seventh, each one happening with a period in between getting smaller and smaller. It was now a two minute separation. Once it finishes, something will happen. When I woke up today, I had a feeling that something big was going to happen today. I guess that my intuition hasn't failed me yet. But Hayashi-san is someone that I can never figure out. There is something in me, telling me that she isn't anything as she seems, though it only seems that she is a silent, mysterious girl who would never answer anyone's question and would never listen to anyone.

She is someone that you don't want to befriend Satoshi.

I walked up to the mirror in my bathroom to get ready to take a shower, taking off my glasses before doing anything. That was when I saw that I was right, though I didn't expect that it would happen like this. I widened my eyes in shock and questioned, "... Krad...?"

Normal POV Time- ?

I didn't look at the clock. I don't care that I don't know what time it is. All I know is that I am now back in my room, laying on the floor. My clothes were torn and soaked with blood and my entire body was in pain. I wasn't surprised that he had done all that he did. But I was a little surprised that he wouldn't even be ever so courteous to bandage me or at least tell his many servants to. But no. I am on the floor, bleeding but not enough to die. He had cut me many times but none of them were deep enough to kill.

I watched as my blood stained the floor that I would have to clean later. I don't want the others to touch anything in my room, let alone my blood.

I didn't want to move, though I knew that I had to, because tomorrow is a school day. I slowly pushed myself up with my untouched arms. If anyone would have seen cuts on my legs or arms, I would get into a lot of trouble. He knew that and he didn't want to trouble himself with having to make excuses to get me out of it. I looked at my wrists and saw that a bruise was forming on both of them. They looked like bracelets. But that is the only thing he had actually given me since my mother was gone. That and scars that covered my back. He didn't do anything to any other part of my body, if you don't include mentally.

I shakily walked to my private bathroom and took off all the clothes on my body before I had walked into the shower. I turned the water onto warm. I hissed quietly when the water hit my skin. I looked down to see my blood running down my body, onto the shower, and down the drain. Before I knew it, I was smiling sickly and started to scratch off all the partially dried blood, imagining that the blood was me, finally escaping from his grips and never able to be found again.

That was when I thought of Niwa, Daisuke and Hiwatari, Satoshi. My fingers and hands stopped. I dropped my hands and let the water wash all those ideas out of my head. I can't ever escape his grasp. But even if I did, I would be leaving two other people in his hands, and he would probably make sure that they would never be able to fly free again. I couldn't do that to two innocent lives. Maybe if I was never born, none of this would never happen. Maybe if I was born in a different family, I wouldn't be involved with him, or even stop him from doing this to other person. But thinking this wouldn't change anything.

I stopped the water, feeling a little dizzy. My blood haven't stopped running and I am started to run out of blood faster than before. I grabbed a clean, black towel and wrapped it tightly around my body, hoping that it would stop it. But knowing that it wouldn't right away, I grabbed two more; one for my hair and the other for my bed so that I wouldn't get blood on it. I walked slowly and tried to walk steadily. I walked up to my bed and took off the blanket. I laid the white towel folded in half in the middle of the bed and folded the other towel in fours and placed it on my pillow. I sat down slowly on the bed and laid down slowly, making sure that my back was completely on the towel. I placed my head on the towel and pulled the blanket over my unclothed body to keep myself from getting a cold. I closed my eyes, hoping at least to have a peace of mind sleeping.

Time- 5:27 A.M.

I woke up with a start. I brought a hand to my face to see that I was sweating in my sleep. I thought of the dream I had. It was the event that had happened before. He had whipped my over and over again until he gotten tired. Next, he placed it down and picked up a knife that was as long as six inches. Then he started to slice me, slowly with the knife. He was careful not to get to deep, and had warned me not to move, so that if I did, he would dig in deeper, accident or not. After he walked to the side of me so I could see him and he forced me to watch him lick my blood directly from the knife. I tried not to shudder my body failed to listen. He looked so bloodthirsty, it was sick. I shook my head to clear away the dream and scene. I looked at my wrist and saw that the bruise has gotten darker. I mentally sighed and wondered how I cover it by the time I have to go to school. I sat up slowly, grimacing at the pain and protests from my back. I looked down and saw that a little of blood had soaked through the black towel. I stood up slowly and walked over to the drawers on the opposite side of the room. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was 5:34 in the morning. I grabbed my uniform that I had discarded before talking to the Master and put on some underclothing before putting on my skirt. But before I put on the top undergarments, I took off my towel and grabbed the white wrap bandages to wrap them around myself.

My eyes quickly shifted to the door, feeling a presence on the other side of the door. Before I could do anything, the door opened and a woman poked her head in. She looked like to be the age f 26 and she seemed new to this house, for her face shows no fear of being in this room. She glanced around the room before seeing me, with my back facing her and my face looking at the empty space of my wall. She paled and gasped. I wanted to laugh at her expression, for that this has happened before, but as Master had instructed, I couldn't show any emotion or talk to anyone but him. And I have no choice to obey.

I lifted my head when I heard another voice. It seems that she was the head maid, for she was shouting, not yelling, "Megumi! Kawano, Megumi! Where are you? You know you are not to explore this place." As the woman named Kawano, Megumi come in and closed the door, the last thing that the women in the hallway had said, "There are a lot of placed you shouldn't be in especially if the Master's daughter is in here."

I turned my head to look at her and saw that the woman firmly pressed her back on my door. She still looked at me with wide eyes and pale skin, and had the look of disbelief on her face. She had brown hair that was cut in layers, the short parts reached her shoulders and the longer part reached the middle of her back. She had odd purple eyes and she was wearing one of those old maid outfits that reached her ankles. Scoffing mentally, I started to wrap my body with the bandage tightly but carefully. As I started, she walked quickly behind me and said, "Let me do this. Your blood is still running a little and you need a thin fabric to absorb the blood." She grabbed it quickly out of my hand before I could keep it away from her and she started to tend to my wounds.

She pulled out antibiotic wipes and started to clean my wounds more thoroughly. I looked at her and she laughed quietly, saying, "I was very clumsy as a little girl. I still am, and now, I have a habit of carrying band aids and wipes because I fell a lot. And I am not even kidding. When I was nine, I tripped and fell at least four times a week, but I didn't get hurt most of the time. Note the word most." I turned away and winced slightly as she rubbed a raw spot, though I made sure my body didn't flinch.

I heard her sigh and said, "I am new here, though you probably already knew that. My name is Kawano, Megumi. I complete newbie at this maid business and will definitely learn everything. How bout you?"

I didn't answer her, though I started to think about her name. Her first name meant blessing and her last name meant river field. A blessing river field. What an odd name, though I can't say otherwise. I can only guess that my mother and father had decided to name me that for the history of my ancestors.

When I didn't answer her, she just sighed and said, "Well, maybe if you tell me, I would be able to make you a wonderful breakfast and a good bentou for yo to bring to school."

My conscience says no but a part of my mind says, "Do it, you haven't gotten any good food in who knows how long and he wouldn't even notice." I got angry with my naïve way of thinking. Of course he would figure out. He is a person who could get any information in ways I can only imagine. Some from me, some from other ways. But when he hears what he doesn't want to hear, he does something about it. Most of them are always bad, or even horrible. For one example, my mother.

Kawano finished wrapping the wrap around me and she sighed again. "I guess that food isn't a way to get you to talk, but I will definitely find a way for you to talk to me, Master's daughter." I glanced at her from the corner of my eye and she smiled, looking proud and said, "By looking at your room and your school uniform on the drawers, I can tell who you are. Also," she sheepishly added, "do you know where is the trashcan here?"

I slid on my uniform and held my hand out to her. She dropped the blooded wipes and I tossed them out in the bathroom. She smiled and said, "Well, I gotta start working so that my ranks get higher and I get to do more things that others can't. Have a good day at school, sweetheart." She patted me on the head with a sympathetic look on her face and she turned to leave.

When the door closed behind me, I loosened the fists that I held tightly. I lifted my shirt and looked at the wrap. It was neat and tight without suffocating me and, as cheesy as it sounds, it looks like it was done with love and care. I sighed and dropped my shirt. I got my things together and watched the clock turn 5:49. I picked up my book bag and tried to walk as if nothing had happened. As usual, I could walk normally. But I had to remind myself that I couldn't do things that requires having to use a lot of my energy, such as running. I wrapped some of the white bandage on my wrists so that no one would be able to see the bruises. Even if people saw the bandages, they would say more things if it was a bruise.

I walked out of my room and saw that it was empty once again. I sighed. She will follow her name, but it will not be me. I am certain of it. I don't want anyone to show their love to me. They never should, or they will meet the same fate as Haruka. I wanted to laugh at myself. Look at me, being chocked up about a woman who was out of my life for seven years and I still get upset. I guess I really am a weak person. I'm sixteen years old and I still cry over things that had happened in the past. I really am pathetic.

I turned into the dining room when it had turned exactly 6 A.M. The Master likes to keep a schedule everyday. He looked at me and smiled his usual smile, practically telling the world that nothing had happened. I bowed at him and he said to me quietly, "Test their skills for me." He took a bite of his omelet and drink a bit of his orange juice. It was his quiet way of boasting to me that I will not get a breakfast today. "I need you to see how strong they are, both separate and together. Show them that they have to be with each other to complete their power and that they will never be able to beat a person who had lived longer than they have. As they say, nothing beats experience, can they?"

I want to tell him how wrong he is, that the memories and the person from before doesn't come back. It is just me with their powers. But I didn't say anything but, "Yes Master."

I lifted my head and walk walked to the door. As I closed the door, I heard him squeeze in a comment. "Have a great day at school today!"

I watched as everyone filed in. I saw Hiwatari, Satoshi walk in. The power of an ancient surged in him. I have also seen Daisuke with the same power, though it is not as strong as it should be. I saw that they had limits set on them, but only they can remove it off of each other. Maybe if they do, I will not be able to beat them. I shook my head mentally. No, I will never let that happen.

Hiwatari, Satoshi's POV

I watched as Hayashi-san's face harden slightly and her hands clench into fists. This is the only emotion I have seen her express. I wonder what she is thinking about.

"Satoshi-kun, what's wrong?" I heard Harada-san (Risa) ask me. I turned my head to face her and said, "No, nothing's wrong. It's just that... Never mind." I smiled at her and asked, "Did anything happen recently? You seemed a little spacey since you visited my house."

I saw her avert my eyes. That's something new. I raised an eyebrow at her and was going to question her but the five minute bell had rung. She looked at the watch I had given her over mail a year ago and saw that she had at least four minutes to get to class. She quickly said her goodbye and left, half jogging to her class that was down the hall. I wonder what happened the last time when she pasted out, I thought.

Harada, Risa's POV

I sat down in my seat and sighed. I feel so guilty for not telling him, but Mio made us promise that we will not tell anyone that she was back. At least, not until the right time came.

I looked out the window. Since when we moved seats, I was moved to a window seat and I like sitting near the window. I can see what's going on outside and watch as the sky change color... wait, is that a rain cloud? I put my head down on my desk and groaned quietly to myself. My hair is going to be ruined when it rains. I turned my head and looked outside. I thought back to the time when I first saw Dark. What happened to him?

I looked at the rain cloud, hoping that it would go away. Suddenly, my mind started to ask questions. But the two that stands out to me are, "Why are Niwa and Satoshi-kun so close ?" and "Why does Dark always show up when Niwa is not there?"

I started to fantasize about their connections, but a teacher came in, interrupting my thoughts. Rude. He took out the attendance paper and took role call. When he was done, he announced that our teacher was out sick and we had a study hall for this class. Most of the students sighed in relief and stretched. No one like the teacher anyways.

I went back to thinking about connections. I remembered back to the day after the mirror was destroyed. Both Niwa and Satoshi-kun seemed out of it. And the time when Niwa promised me that he would stay with me all night, but when he showed up, he left short afterwards. That was when Dark appeared. But as soon as he left, soon Niwa came. I know that it is practically impossible, but what if they are the same person? And if they are the same person, maybe Satoshi-kun knows. Probably even Riku knows, just because she is Niwa's girlfriend. And if Niwa could be one, than maybe Satoshi-kun could be one too. Though this could be completely off track, that could be one possibility.

I sighed. Maybe I'm just over thinking this. Maybe I'm just letting my imagination run and this is completely wrong. Even so, without proof that it is right or wrong, it is still just a possibility. An odd one but I guess it could work.

My head perked a little bit. But what does it have to do with Hayashi? She caught Satoshi-kun's attention ever since she popped up. Ever since she did, Satoshi-kun has practically ignored me the past three days. THREE DAYS! This is completely ridiculous. I took a deep breath before I would freak out over this. Calm down. Nothing good will come with jealousy, or at least that's what Riku said. Though I don't know by what jealousy I have that involves her. Or at least I think so.

I sat up as my friends came over. Maybe I can use my fortune telling cards for this later, I thought.

Harada, Riku's POV Approximate Time- 12:00 P.M.- Lunch

I walked up to the high school's rooftop. Ever since we came to this school, it has always been our favorite place to hang out, especially if we each bring something different to share with everyone.

I opened the door and looked around to find... no one there. I smiled. This is the first time I get here before anyone else get here and start to eat their lunch. I walked through the open door and closed it quietly. I always wonder why others never come here. Maybe it's because they never think of it, but coming up here gives the greatest view of the city ever! When I come up here, I always want to go flying in the sky, just like what Daisuke and Dark did. Maybe if the world wasn't in trouble like the last time I saw Dark, maybe we, as in Daisuke and I, could have flown together in the night sk-

Wait a minute. I shook my head. I seriously need to bring myself down to Earth here. I rushed up here to sort things out in my head, not to fantasize about me and Daisuke. I walked to the ledge that made sure that no one would fall to their deaths down below. My mind started to scatter about Mio. Mio have only visited us twice. The first time at Satoshi's house, and the next day while we were sleeping. Both about something that will happen in the future. Something big. And that got me thinking. If Mio is back, what is to stop me thinking that Dark is back?

Before I could continue thinking about this, I "felt" someone there. I can't explain it, but I can just tell if someone is there. I turned my head to look at the top of the box that covered the stairs and I saw that Hayashi-san was standing there, staring at me. I was shocked to see that someone was actually there. Both Risa and I realized this just yesterday. It was only stronger when we are together and when we were apart, we can kind of sense Daisuke and Hiwatari-kun, let alone anyone else. And her's feel stronger than theirs. Who is the girl named Hayashi, Fuzen? I have a feeling that she has something to do with this whole incident.

My mind snapped back to the present when I saw her cock her head to her left and she smiled sadly at me. I saw her shape words with her mouth before Daisuke, Hiwatari-kun, and Risa opened the door and walked through. I glanced at them to show that I knew that they were there. I looked up again to realize that she wasn't there anymore.

Mind racing, I ran to the ladder on the side of the box, ignoring the calls they were saying to me and I climbed up as fast as I could to find... nothing. Nothing but two bags of melon bread. One full left untouched and the other empty. The empty one was being held by the full one, making sure that it doesn't fly away.

I climbed on top and walked over to it. I bent over and picked it up, ignoring the stares that they were giving me. I held it in my hand, staring at it, thinking about the words she told me before she basically disappeared. I wish you didn't have to get involved with this. I'm sorry.

Niwa, Daisuke's POV

I watched as Riku practically space out while we shared our lunch. I started to get worried. When we first came up here, she looked worried, deep in thought. And after we came up, she didn't say hi but she at least looked at us and ran for the top of the stairs/ box/ thing. She looked... somewhere between confused and wonder. I looked up at the top of the box. What was up there? Something definitely went bad, or at least somewhat bad. She keeps spacing out...

"Nehh, Riku," I said as I picked up one of her egg rolls. She snapped out of her daze and I looked at her with a serious expression. "What happened, just now?" As soon as I asked this, she looked away. Before I sighed, I heard something that I usually wouldn't hear.

What should I do?

I looked up quickly, staring at Riku, watching her. I saw Satoshi notice from the corner of my eye, but he didn't say anything. Risa was picking out what to eat next so she didn't see what I was doing. My attention was completely focused on Riku. But she didn't notice it either. She was looking down at her lunch and wasn't paying attention, spacing out again. I heard it again. Her voice.

Should I tell them about Hayashi-san? I didn't say anything. I thought that maybe she would... uhh... "say" anything else. I was right. But it would only be bad if it worried them. Especially if it had to do anything with the things that are going to happen someday, maybe even just soon.

I shook my head at her and smiled. "Riku-chan, if you think like that, you won't be able to help us like you want to."

Her head jerked up in surprise while Satoshi looked at me with a look saying "what are you talking about", though Risa just made a confused look on her face. She looked at me and asked, "...What?"

I smiled a sheepish smile and said, "I don't know. For some reason, I heard what you thought. Apparently, if I could focus, I could hear what you are thinking, but I don't know if it actually works like that."

She paled, which was an unexpected reaction from her. "How... how much did you hear?"

I laid on my back, staring at the sky. "Hayashi-san had something to do with the things that are going to be happening." I covered my eyes with my hands and said, "I wonder if it was just my imagination though."

What if it isn't?

This time, I heard Satoshi's voice. "If it isn't, then maybe we can figure out what goes through her head during the school day."

I heard him chuckle and said, "You definitely aren't imagining it. Maybe it has something to do with HakaiTenshi and that mirror. This is definitely not normal."

I sat up and saw that Riku was looking at her food again and said, "Fine, I'll tell you guys what happened earlier. Maybe you can make more sense out of this than I can."

But Daisuke, don't tell them this but... I have a feeling that we will regret having anything to do with her later.

I put my elbows in my leg and placed my head in my hands. I didn't say anything for the rest of the lunch period.

Normal POV Time- 9:38 PM

I sat down on my bed, not going to bed til it hits ten. Having extra time allows me to sort things out.

I hung my legs off my bed and laid my back down on the bed. The Harada sisters clearly have gotten stronger. But separate, they are only a half. They will help greatly with Dark and Krad's victory. And that is one thing that I have to prevent. I balled my hands besides my sides. Yes, prevent it so that he my never be able to feel their feathers in his fingers, his bloodstained fingers.

The door opened with a quick and loud sound of the door making contact with the wall. I heard the person who did it scramble in and closed the door as quickly as they can. I glanced from the corner of my eye and saw it was that woman again. Kawano, Megumi, I think it was. She was panting and it looked like she ran a few miles. She looked exhausted. I sat up and saw that she caught her breath again.

She smiled at me and said, "Hi! How was dinner? I would have brought it up her personally and ate with you, but the other workers wouldn't let me. They said that I would get into big, gigantic trouble if I 'involved myself with the demon's daughter' and stuff like that." Without my permission, she sat on my bed and laid her back on the bed, the same way I had before. She sighed and said, "I bet they don't know how lonely you are or how he treats you. I mean, his own daughter!" She looked at me with a big smile and said, "Lucky for you, you have me!"

Maybe if I had kicked her out, maybe if I had been mean to her, she would have gone away and lived a normal life, fearing the Master like everyone else, though I doubt that and she would keep coming back to try being my friend. But I started to open my heart out, bit by bit to her. Slowly, but eventually, she would have my complete trust and I would maybe be able to show real emotions again. But then again, things tend to go in directions that are either for the good or bad. And for me, it was always bad.

... Okay, this story is messed up. Maybe it's because of high school! Making me this emo-ish character that is too pitiful. But then again, she practically comes to life so now, I can't change her. I am sorry if this story has made you... uhh... how should I say this... crazy I guess? Anyways, I completely think that Daisuke is OOC, or out of character if you guys didn't know, and if he is I apologize. Capturing other people's character attitudes are pretty hard to do for me. Never have been a walk in the park. Well, this is one chapter that is done. Maybe anyone wants to tell me how this story is going? Like, if it is crappy and I should stop or how I can change my writing in future chapter? Or even change my rating! Flames are welcome! I don't care if it will humiliate me in public! I need criticism!