Okay, so far school's been torturous. I had 4 tests today (English, Science, Math and Chinese!) and they're all SUPER DUPER HARD. Its bad enough that I need to study all of those, but now I need to actually teach my friend Tory those things too! Now I know why my teachers always look so upset.

Oh, and not to mention a charity program starting next week for the school. I'm the student council president so I need to prepare all the materials needed. Luckily, I have a great treasurer by my side. She's always helping me out even though we both knew that it's not her responsibilty. Like patroling around the school when I'm working with my own personal stuff and also doing the reports I was supposed to do (Teehee.). She's awesome, man.

Well, I got a 5 minutes break from my teachers in school so now I can write for you guys. Sorry for not updating yesterday! And I probably won't update tomorrow, too. Since I will be having another Math quiz, a Chinese test (again) and also geography.

=Usui's POV=

I fell asleep while thinking about the woman the doctor described.

I woke up at midnight.

My head was lying on Misaki's arm. I held her hand tight, as if it would change her situation right now.

I straightened myself – oh, don't ask me how my back is doing. It was killing me – rubbed my eyes and stretched my hands out.

I looked to the digital clock on the table beside Misaki.

01: 14.

I slept for almost half a day. Wow.

I stood up and scanned the room. Taking in the beige walls and the huge window – I just realized there was one – that looked out to the city. The colorful bright lights from passing cars – yes, there were cars – and street lamps.

In front of the window laid an orange couch.

Well that was stupid of me to not realize that. Why should I sleep, bending my body for nearly 90 degrees, when I could be sleeping on a soft couch and not hurt my back?

Actually, I did know why. I didn't want to stay far from Misaki. But what good was sleeping beside her would do? It wouldn't change the fact that she was in a coma, right?

So I walked towards the couch, which was around 180 cm – just the perfect size for me – with a 10 cm hand post, and sat down on it.

Let me tell you this:

After half a day of sitting on a gawd freaking hard stool, and you sat down on a soft couch, it would feel like heaven on Earth.

I lifted my legs onto the couch and laid down by my side, all reason slipping from me momentarily as I forgot just where I was. My eyelids fell shut and within moments I was asleep.

I woke up when I heard clinging metal.

I immediately opened my eyes and sat up straight.

Even though I forced myself to focus, my senses were still blurry.

I saw – with blurry vision – a woman-like figure bending down towards Misaki.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" I demanded while standing up crookedly.

She realized that I was awake and quickly ran out the door, dropping her hat and a white, folded piece of paper.

I planned on chasing after her, but my feet was still partially asleep and I knew for sure that I won't be able to get to her anyway. So why bother?

But I inched to the hat and piece of paper that she dropped and lifted it up.

Red strands of broken hair. It was there on the hat.

Red hair.

Red.

Red!

The color of Minami's hair.

The devil who had kidnapped and seriously injured Misaki in the past.

The devil who gave me that sick amnesia.

What was she doing here? How could she even know that Misaki was here?

Unless…

Unless she planned the car accident all along. From the boy, and the truck, and the coma.

Everything.

Did she plan to hurt Misaki just to get me?

She hurt Misaki just because of me.

Misaki was hurt because of me.

Because of me.

I sat down on the floor while burying my face on my palm.

'It's my entire fault. Misaki's accident is my fault. And now she's in a coma because of me. I didn't protect her good enough. It's my fault,' I thought.

I kept blaming myself for the next 20 minutes or so, when something came into my mind.

The paper. I hadn't looked at that yet.

I lifted the paper and unfolded it. It was a bill from a pharmacy, noting that Minami – I assumed the woman was her – bought sleeping pills, headache pills, diet pills and some other pills I have no idea what it was.

'Jeez, how much of a troubled teen is she?' I thought.

And that was when I got the idea of doing what I do best to her.

Observing.

Yea... I was planning to write 'stalking' at the last part. But then I thought, "hey, why does the bad girl gets to be stalked down by a hottie?" So I changed it.

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