More work had to be done. Shigure wanted to take his time, but Mitchan was at his shoulder making noises as he typed. She squealed when he made progress, but when he'd rip the paper out of his typewriter again, she'd take a breath sharply like she was in fear of death. He twitched the items around him compulsively, at least it looked so. He had not wished to do this at all, but it annoyed his editor. "AREN'T YOU GOING TO TYPE MORE?" she cried, with tears running down her cheeks. She licked it off her chin and tried to steady herself on the table. He replied no; Mitchan ran in circles around the office, screaming. As she rampaged, Shigure began to type. His companion did not notice.

Yume was a simple girl, Jakobe thought. He had always wondered about her when they were young. He had teased her. He had pulled her hair. He had harbored a secret crush on her. Now she was 21: a young woman; he a young man at 22.He felt his school boy crush had escalated. He loved her kind nature, her gentle touch, the sound of her voice. Yume was the most attractive woman in his life. And now she approached him by the fire side.

Her eyes shone with the flames' reflection. They said, "I want you." Without a word she had run her fingers through his hair and cupped his face in her hand. He knew. He leaned in to receive her kiss, her wanting, and her passion. As their lips met, Takumi walked in. He cried in ferocity at the sight of his fiancé in the arms of his brother...

"Shigure, that is brilliant. I feel the passion, the anger, and I hear the fire crackle!" Shigure was gratified by this statement. He swept across Mi's head with his hand, as a father would his son. He nodded at her and walked coolly out of his study. He heard the screams of the angry editor as he crept out his forest home, "SHIGURE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" He wanted to take Mana Mimosa out to lunch.

He walked east down through the wood at random. He was charming, but not good at guess work. It took him 23 minutes to find the small cabin in which Mana lived, for it was not in the forest directly, but on the border line. It said her first name in a scrawl fit for a 10 year old on a plank nailed to the door jam. He knocked and stood back with his hands behind his back, smiling pleasantly. The door swung open.

Out came Mana Mimosa. She wore a short (but not too short) yellow sundress that swayed when she walked. Her black hair was hanging down her back, and made Shigure reminisce the days before his gray head. "Shigure! How are you? I'm glad you came. Want Lunch?" Mana said calmly. She held out a tray of sandwiches and cookies.

"I'd love some, thank you," replied the novelist. As he stepped inside, he thought: this will be an interesting scene. Mana's home was bright, but not overwhelming. The walls were blue and all of the large windows were without shades. Around the large main room, cozy looking chairs were arranged. They pair sat in little arm chairs. Shigure, being bigger than Mana, had trouble fitting on. They sat together, calmly eating sandwiches and conversing politely.

"How old are you, exactly?" Shigure asked pleasantly.

Mana retorted, "what's it you?" The comment was harsh but her tone was friendly. She turned to face him directly. Her eyes glittered with a determined air.

"I wouldn't want to get involved with someone too young for me. You look...let me see..." Shigure stood so he could get a full view of her. "Are you...19?" The neighbor put her hand on his, and motioned for him to retake his seat.

"I'm 22." Mana blushed profusely. Shigure told he was 27. "So old, already? I thought you were 20. You are way too immature for 27 years old." The two chucked together, enjoying their company. "What do you do for work, Shigure?"

"I'm... eh... a novelist." Mana gave him a knowing look. She knew all about the smut.

Takumi took Yume's soft hands in his. He clenched them hard in his attachment to her. Her hands were turning red and she grimaced, her face etched in pain. The pain was not only in her hands, but in her heart. Without Jakobe, her soul was blacker than the night sky stretched across the lands surrounding Takumi's mansion. "I can't go on like this, Takumi. I won't live a lie," Yume sobbed as tears began to fall. Her fiancé was still holding her hands. Takumi's face changed rapidly: love to sadness to rage. So he lifted his hand and slapped her across the face. She bent with the blow. She stared at the floor, suffering from the aftermath of her man's strike. How it hurt her...why couldn't she love him? Things would be simple.

Shigure looked up from his typewriter. He loved it. It was pure art. He decided to type more. He wanted to make a light hearted scene, but it did not match the book. A sex scene would be better. But he still wanted it to match his meetings with Mana...or have Mana match his book. Maybe this would be predicting the future.

"Why don't you love me like you used to?" Takumi asked sadly; he seized Yume's arm and stroked it gently. His fury never came out in blows or kicks, but in other ways. "Must I remind you of how things used to be?" Yume gasped as he began to smile an evil smile.

"No!" Yume screamed shrilly. She was deathly afraid of him and what he was contemplating. As he looked at her with pure lust, adrenaline pumped through her. He lunged at her as she ducked out of the way; she slapped him after he caught her by the waist. Takumi pulled Yume towards him as she screamed and struggled. "Get off me you baka yara (stupid bastard)!

It wasn't what he had been aiming for, but it was well written. Rape made the story more interesting, though it didn't follow Shigure's characteristic style. This was deeper, and more descriptive.

"Ew. Very nice, Shigure: That is sick and over descriptive. I don't want to read about lustful 20 year olds raping each other," Hatori spat, disgusted at what he was reading.

"But the public does, Haa-san. My readers like what they read." Hatori thought, then, your readers are sick. But he didn't say that, Shigure looked too eager and happy, just like a puppy. He always had been like that.