By the way, I just updated earlier today, so's this is more of a... scene that's floating around in my mind. Bear with me - leading up to something is frustrating. I don't want to go too fast, but going slowly is frustrating!

"Medicinal documents. Hm... Are these his?" A hooded figure flipped through the papers, stopping at the last one. "...This is ripped in half. And not even hidden well." The person sighed, crossing the room to sit in a chair. Starting from the first document, he began to read aloud, skimming through the contents.

"Let's see... Recommendations for dealing with stress? I guess that's reasonable... monitoring mood swings... sleep schedule... Even supplements. Huh. Seems they did their research on humans..." The person paused for a moment, then continued, "What is this? Most of these are just comments and a few suggestions... Though there are a lot of them... From various doctors, no less..."

Suddenly the person stood, staring intently at the torn page. "Hang on, the prescriptions increase here. How long ago was this? I can't... It looks to be about a year ago? Man, how many painkillers are listed here? Ah, of course," the person said, chuckling grimly, "no wonder it was this one that was ripped. Did he burn it or hide it?"

The sound of footsteps prompted the figure to place the papers back into the drawer, hastily exiting the room. But not quickly enough. "Who are you?" the white-haired boy asked, his voice hardening. The figure didn't answer, darting towards the window. "Answer me!" Shion snapped, tossing a small knife towards the figure.

"Ah," he said, realizing his mistake as the glass shattered. Shoot, he thought disappointedly as the person vanished. Hey, he wondered idly, where is Nezumi? The door opened behind him. "Where were you?" he asked the man, turning. He ducked the hand that flew at him from the side, taking a few steps back.

Not Nezumi, he thought sadly. Who is this? Why is he - oh, here's only one reason a strange man would enter my apartment with hostile intentions. Shion sidestepped another blow. Wait... well, there are two, but either is fairly bad. He skipped backwards, dancing out of range of the blade the man pulled out. Or is it three?

Shion held back from laughing. You know life is bad when you can't keep track of why people hate you. "Who are you?" he tried as he ducked another punch. The man grunted, unceasing. Well, I tried, he thought idly as he palmed the knife he threw earlier. He swung the blade towards that vein pulsing in his neck...

Ah, he realized, slamming the hilt into the man's jaw, bad habit.