I have brought you guys another bit to my currently favorite story I have ever written. I hope it brings you joy and most of all the intense need to read more. I shall be posting again soon... Hopefully o.o"'... Anyway ENJOY!

Once the light had reached his eyelids, Giroro jolted awake. He regretted the action immediately and slowly lay back down against the pillows. He did have to shift his weight over so the sun wouldn't blind him.

He took a moment to rub his eyes and get his brain running, trying very hard to forget his nightmare. It was a usual of his that his precious Natsumi was covered in blood he spilt. Soon he could hear the doors to the guest room opening. He turned only to see Natsumi with her sleeves rolled up with blood smeared all over her clothes and skin. Even her face had a couple of smudges.

"N-Natsumi…. What happened?" Giroro asked widening his eyes and clenching his teeth. The sight, his worst fear, nearly brought him to tears. He just couldn't let her see him break.

"Don't you remember last night? I decided that it was best not to leave Momoka's kitchen covered in your blood so I cleaned it up." She casually lifted her mango shirt, revealing a red tank top underneath. A tank top that just happened to shape her chest so nicely that Giroro nearly lost another ounce of blood from is nose.

"You shouldn't have." Giroro whispered quickly turning his head away before he had any more side effects of the beauty before him.

"Well I sure couldn't just leave it for Momoka and her staff, and you sure as hell aren't in any condition to walk let alone clean." She pulled out her pigtail and slipped her socks off, shooing them to the edge of the bed. She then tried to take off her collar, but it wouldn't open. "Giroro can you help me?"

"Wha- oh." He quickly turned and found her pointing to her choker that he modified for her. "Didn't you push the button?"

"I did but it wouldn't click open." She padded over and balanced herself on her arms, displaying her neck to him. "Please?"

Don't look down her shirt! Don't look down her shirt! Don't look down her shirt!

"S-Sure." He carefully raised one hand towards the device over her throat. His eyes were locked onto the device and its trigger to release. With one finger under it against her clavicle and his thumb over the red button, he was able to free her from its hold.

"Thank you." Natsumi smiled before looking at him again. "Are you alright? You look pale."

"Well I do feel dizzy." Giroro muttered, closing his eyes tight before he saw something he would really enjoy. Natsumi then placed her hand ever so gently on his forehead, but pulled away when Giroro let out a sharp gasp.

"I'm so sorry, did that hurt?" Natsumi held her hand over her chest genuinely worried about him.

"Uh- yes." Giroro said trying to cover up the fact that it was actually very pleasant. His cheeks would have been pink if he still had enough blood.

"Well, get some rest. I'm going to go take a shower." She quietly walked out of the room into the hallway.

Giroro looked at the collar in his hands. It was covered in the liquid of life, just like its bearer. He then carefully rubbed and scratched away the dried redness, revealing the camera and mic. Shortly after, he could hear a small level of static. He tried to listen closer but was startled by a shriek in the hall. He bolted out of the bed.

"NATSUMI!" before he could reach the door he collapsed with his heart pounding dangerously in his chest. Luckily he wouldn't have to trek any further as the girl he called for rushed into the room. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Keeping out whatever had scared her.

She wore a white bathrobe that she held closed with one hand. Her hair and skin were slightly damp. After a moment she slid down the door and broke into tears. When she saw Giroro on the floor she jumped back up and, after tying her robe properly, carried him to the bed.

"Gi-giroro you shouldn't be jumping out of bed." She brushed her cheeks, shoving away the tears that still prevailed down her face. Giroro took a sharp breath before responding.

"What happened?" He gripped his chest but ignored that his life could be threatened. He was sitting up and urging the information out of her. He needed to know that it was just a bug or something stupid. "Are you ok?"

Remembering the few seconds of pure terror, Natsumi's lips quivered as her tears began to run even faster and heavier.

"I-I don't know what i-it was." Her voice tripped over itself as she tried to breathe through the sobs. "I was just getting into the shower a-and then….. Then I-I heard this, this breathing behind me. I turned to-" she cut off as more tears battled through her defenses and soaked her cheeks. She tried to breathe again but choked on the air as it stuck in her lungs. When she was free to breathe again she continued. "It was so close to me. I-It said my name. I pulled on the robe as I r-ran out the door, but I slipped and I though i-it was going to get me so I screamed."

"Natsumi what was it?!" Giroro tried to speak calmly to her, but was too lost in the intense emotion that something had attacked her.

"I-It was a-a tall monster. A beast, a red beast. A-and it was transparent." She sobbed again breathing too fast. She held one hand over her face. All Giroro could do to calm her was caress her other hand that gripped the comforter. He clenched his teeth again, this time in anger. "It was a red ghost, b-but…."

She paused and wiped away more of her tears before she looked at him. Her eyes were as sharp and full of fear as they were the day before when she first saw Giroro come out of his tent. His stomach lurched at the sight.

"Giroro, I-It looked like you."