Kisshu teleports into a tree outside of a small house that couldn't be more than a three bedroom. He sits in the tree, waiting with an eerily calm impatience.

Pai had given specific orders, and if he wanted to save his home planet, he would follow them accordingly.

Koitsuzi lived here, and according to Pai, she had lazy doodles of Kisshu all over her notebooks, which was why he had to be the one to retrieve her.

Kisshu sighs, teleporting quietly into the room Pai had said was Koitsuzi's. He looked around the fourteen year olds room, with little interest. The book shelf against the wall had books ranging from The Fault In Our Stars to The Infects, which was a very big leap in genres, he thought.

As he waited for Koitsuzi to return home from school, he looked around her room, seeing what kind of person she was. From what he could tell, she was violent yet shy, had a disturbing imagination, but was kind and enjoyed laughing.

"This kid had to have been a serial killer in a past life, to have a personality so conflicting from the way she acts..." Kisshu mumbles, picking up a notebook at had "Kawamara Koitsuzi" written on the front.

He opens it, and finds what seems to be a diary.

January 1st, 2016

So, I got this notebook... I guess I don't really have much use for it, except maybe fanfic ideas here and there, or a doodle ? I decided I may as well write things down, as a way of venting so I don't have to bother anybody else with my feelings, since they probably don't care. Anyway, Sakana-Chan is the only one I can tell my weird feelings to, and she moved, so I guess I can't really tell her all my fucked up thoughts, can I? Sometimes, when I see the chance, I take a moment and just... I realize I could kill a person, and it'd be so easy. And then I imagine all the ways I could do it, and how fun it would be, and.. I WANT to do it. I never do, of course, but the feeling is always there. Sakana-Chan is really the only one who actually gets it, ya know? She's the only one who deals with the same thing. I think the feelings actually get stronger. I just thought of something.. Maybe, I could draw the Cyniclons in this notebook! It's not like I can draw them in my sketchbooks, practically everybody sees those, and I don't think everybody needs to know I'm crushing on a green-haired alien who's probably, what, two years older than me? Anyway, that's all for now. Bai~!

Below the entry was a relatively cute drawing of Kisshu himself, looking what appeared to be a blushing human who was probably Koitsuzi herself, with little hearts beside her head.

Kisshu smiled a bit to himself. This kid really had it bad. He knew the feeling. He flipped a few pages ahead, and read a more recent entry, noting that she didn't write in the notebook regularly as many dates were missing from it.

March 31st, 2016

I can't deal with this anymore. I really wish Sakana-Chan could come back.. I feel like nobody really gets me, and I'm always pushing my actual feelings further and further. At least I can be honest on the internet. Lame, I know. Don't judge me, paper, I can practically feel your judgement as I write on you. Aoi-Kun has been going through some hard times. Her girlfriend, Saki-Chan and she are having problems, and she isn't happy. Aoi-Kun is probably my bestest friend nowadays, what with Sanaka-Chan gone. I really care about her, in the most platonic of ways, but in all honesty if given the chance, I would so cuddle with her and kiss her forehead. She's just so friggin adorable! Anyway, I think Aoi-Kun might end up breaking up with Saki-Chan, which is unfortunate because they were super cute together, but I definately understand why. In other news, I've been feeling like I'm being watched A LOT lately. I'm probably just experiencing the general anxiety-induced paranoia, but part of me wonders if I AM being watched? I mean, I know it's unlikely, but.. What if the cyniclons are back? XD Who am I kidding? They got what they wanted and left, they won't come back. It's nice to entertain the idea, though. Keeps me at least relatively calm and makes my heart NOT beat as fast. That's all. Bai~!

Kisshu flips the page, taking note that she hadn't written in it today. Probably waits until she gets home. He sets the notebook back down, and sighs, bored out of his mind.

He sits on the edge of the bed, yawning and laying back.

He stares at the ceiling, wondering how Koitsuzi would react to joining the Cyniclons.

Before he knows it, his ears are twitching at the sound of the door being opened. Kisshu opens his amber-gold eyes, immediately moving to see the door, in time to see a short, thin kid wearing what appeared to be a boy's uniform. S/he had short black hair that was clearly buzzed on the sides and in the back.

"K-Kisshu-Sama?" the words were quiet, and even Kisshu's excellent hearing barely picked it up, but the kid (by the voice, deffinately a girl) closed the door, and just stood there in shock, staring at him.

Kisshu sat up, surprised he'd even fallen asleep.

"Koitsuzi-chan, right?" Kisshu asked, offering a smile.

She nodded, her face lighting up and becoming at least two different shades of red.

"Alright, Koitsuzi-chan, pack up. You're joining us." Kisshu tells her, standing up and walking over to the window.

Koitsuzi nods obediantly, quickly moving around the room and shoving things into backpacks. Kisshu caught site of a few things; clothes, the notebook he was reading earlier, a few notebooks beneath that, and then she took a picture off the wall, it was a small one, and it seemed to be her and a group of people who were presumably her friends, at what was probably a dance, judging by how they were all dressed.

He'd had time to notice all of this because before she took it down she paused, and just stared at it. Once she was sure she had everything, she managed to grab all the bags.

"Sorry for taking so long, Kisshu-Sama. I believe I'm ready, now." She bowed slightly, and Kisshu smiled at her.

"Alright, Koitsuzi-chan, you can set the bags down. I'll teleport them seperately. Easier that way." Kisshu explained. Once Koitsuzi had set the stuff down, he snapped his fingers, pointing at the bags which then dissappeared as the air around them rippled.

"You ready to go, Koitsuzi-chan?" Kisshu asked, holding his hand out.

Koitsuzi looked around her room, hesitant and unsure. She felt the rubber bracelet that had gone up over her sleeve as she thought, biting her lip. Eventually she nodded and took Kisshu's hand.

"Ready, Kisshu-Sama." She replied, smiling.