A/N: To be perfectly honest, the only reason I uploaded this early was because I couldn't wait much longer to do so! I hate being ahead. HATE. So, I shall start uploading each chapter 4 hours after it's written, with a minimum of an hour gap between each chapter if uploading multiple. Make sense? Hope so! Apologies for the terrible previous chapter, but I've got back in the groove! Enjoy~

since Yui-sensei will be most likely looking for us here", and with that, we wrote down a note in the journal. Unlike before, it was done in an eery silence. Just as we both were to leave silently, as we always did, though, Ryou begun to follow and looked up to me. His arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot. "No second wing. No friends or sensei", he says simply, and almost looked… pleased with himself. The air in the room became cool. "Just us", he continued, climbing the bed and letting himself onto my back. I sigh in grief. "What do you mean…?", Ayumi asks kindly, as she always seems to do. "Like pieces of puzzle. Different blocks make up school, but two blocks aren't same. Not same people. Just us three in this piece. Space", he says, and Ayumi looks at him upsettingly. "That can't be… they wrote the note", she says. Ryou kicks me with his tennis shoes as though I'm a horse. "Some pieces of puzzle are similar", he continues, obviously a bit annoyed. The feeling was mutual. "Desk is the same, I'm the same, Toki and Yuki and Sacchan the same. 'Cept I am all good now", he finished, patting his stomach and once again, begins to ride me like a horse. I shoot a glance at Shinozaki, and she gives me the 'might as well, not much as we can do' look.

We step out into the now darkened hallway. The beam-lights above were flickering and worn with age, which went along with the general look of the school. It almost felt different, though, doing so with a previously murderous and dead child on my back. He reminded me of Miki, if anything, but she was much more tolerable and would at least take this seriously. And so we wander down the maze-like hallways in search of this 'second wing'. "Not there", Ryou says, shaking his head in annoyance. We all trot down the staircase, him gripping onto me tighter. Ayumi sighs and rescans the first floor without moving. "He might be right, Kishinuma… we've already searched this place a few times now", she says, and enters room 1-A before I can tell her otherwise. I'm not sure if she remembers about the currently blank desk, or Mayu beneath it, but of course it was within her rights to know. I peek in through the doorway and watch as her fingers trace what used to be words on the desk. She looked surprised, of course, but even more so that I was quiet. "Why is it…?", she began, and stepping backwards she accidentally pressed her foot onto 'Mayu'. Then came the squealing. I hadn't been smart enough at the time to remove the hair tie, meaning she knew exactly who was under the desk. Ryou climbed off my back and after a few quick steps, smiled up at her gravely. She was too in shock from the site to even notice the two, no, three other female child spirits laughing behind her. Her wailing and calling of Suzumoto was ear piercing, almost making the world of sound a blur. By the time we all came to our senses, all but Ryou was on the ground. The girls (two of which were in the drawing, surprise surprise) come a bit closer towards us, and that's when I heard the snapping of the scissors. One of the girls, in which was not in the drawing, black haired and red dressed, was cautiously and liberally snipping a bloodied pair of sewing scissors towards us. She could even be mistaken for upset, just by the look in her eye. And soon she was a mere foot away from Shinozaki's head with them, and I could hear her croak my name. The boy, however, was being pursued by his, or what used to be, his own kind. I assumed the girls to also be victims of the serial kidnapping and murder, Sachiko, Yuki, and Tokiko. And of course, just as I was to make a rash decision to help Ayumi, the ghosts once again disappeared, but another crash could be heard from the doorway.

We were all tired out, panting and gasping for air. Just before we could truly say anything, though, a student around our age (Not Ryou's, of course) appeared and entered the classroom. Sadly, she wasn't in the Kisaragi uniform, nor anyone I recognized. Her hair was the color of Shinozaki's, and was pulled back by a star shaped pin. The uniform was a deep violet jacket and red tie, along with a smooth dark denim colored skirt. Her eyes were of a dead fish. "That's twice now", the girl said, scoffing. I huddled up towards those two on the ground and looked up at her once again. "You don't just stand still, or even help when spirits are around, idiots", she continued, looking first as me and Shinozaki, then Ryou. Then a scowl. "And who may you be to criti-?", I begin to ask firmly, though my voice was still rather raspy. Ayumi nudged me to shut me up. "Would you, perhaps, be Naho-sama?", she asked, standing up with a look of anticipation in her eyes. The girl gave a fake smile. "I would be. And are you, perhaps, more people fooled by the internet?", she asked, leaving us confused. I grabbed Ryou's hand and pulled him up, placing my hand on his head. "And what should that mean, exactly?", I say, but Naho only smiled back at me and said, "Never mind that." Ayumi was practically jumping with eagerness. "Did you get rid of them? The spirits?", she asked, and the girl nodded. "Look… we're looking for our friends, and…", and that's where she was stopped. "Let me get this straight. Based on my observations of you two, you found a child spirit, listened to him, appeased him, kept him with you, and then didn't even bother to listen to what he