Okay. Hi, all, it's been a while. For those who are reading, I'm sorry it took this long for me to give you a short chapter. My writing style has changed a bit, so it won't be the same as the first few chapters- from now on anyway. Feedback is lovely, it will help me along, so feel free to drop ideas and stuff to me. I really want to finish this story- so it's my new goal (besides getting good grades :D)

I know it's not much. Sorry. xx

Masako Hara sat on the SPR sofa, in her usual elegant kimono, daintily sipping her relaxing herbal tea. She was, however, being polite to Lin-san when she accepted his offer for tea and wasn't thirsty in the slightest. If she had known, she would have declined a drink altogether as it seemed Lin had the knack for ruining even the simplest of drinks. Even ones that simply required pouring, and she had no idea how. Unfortunately for herself, she was far to prim and proper to do such a thing. She had a reputation to protect after all. Mai had told her last week about her short notice holiday to the city of romance, Paris, and she was quite pleased with herself. It was her suggestion.

Mai gone equals Naru alone, and she was incredibly annoyed at Mai for being a living wall in between her and the object of her affections. 'It figures,' she thought 'that Mai would find a respectable French boy and love him. Then Naru will simply have to let her go'. It wasn't that she disliked Mai or anything. Nothing of the sort. In fact she rather liked her, though she wouldn't dare admit it- she still deserved to be loved, but not by Naru. It was confusing how possessive she got over him.

Lin let his door slam behind him and she heard a sigh. Lin did not sigh. That was odd. Unnerving. Not one to let emotions show, she drank a little tea and composed herself. Looking around the office she saw that everything looked similar to usual, yet it seemed a bit... off. There were no larger pieces of furniture out of place, but the files weren't stacked quite as neatly and there was an empty cup precariously close to the edge of the top of the filing cabinet. The coats near the door had fallen off the hook, and no one had picked them up. Mai had only been gone for a short while so far, and Masako knew how things were going to be tomorrow. Disastrous, unless a case came up to get them out of the office it would end up like a bombsite.

It suddenly occurred to her that Lin hadn't asked Naru if he wanted tea. Lucky Naru. Now that she was here, he'd get a good cup of tea. She rose from her seat and sashayed over to his office door, primping as she walked. A few hairs put back into place and a Kimono adjustment later, and she felt she was ready to face Naru.

Masako Hara tapped the office door quietly and stood ruler straight behind it, waiting for her invite in. "What" came a sharp voice from inside the room.

"Naru? It's Masako Hara. Would you like some tea?" She asked, carefully picking her words as she spoke. Maybe she should have come back a bit later in the day, so Naru had adjusted. Alternatively, she could have waited until tomorrow just to be sure. She heard a shuffle and click from a room just behind her: Lins' room had just been locked up. 'Strange' she thought, 'Lin is still in his room, why would he need to lock it'. She was so wrapped up in her musings that she hadn't registered the rather loud snap of handle on the door in front of her, or the plain hardwood door shifting open; Naru stood in all his cold, black cloth laden glory in front of her.

There was an ice cold chill in the air, and an aura as black as the darkest night. There were certainly no stars shining tonight. His face painted a picture of not one thousand words, just one. Anger. Masako returned her attention to her the doorway, and froze in her place. The, albeit overwhelmingly handsome, features on his face had become linear and sculptured, though in an unreal statuesque way. The usually natural curvature of his lips had been taken over by some fleshy flat ones, and his jaw was set incredibly tight. It was as if one word would cause a composure downfall. She wasn't quite ready to take such a risk.

Naru had a death glare like none other. On a normal day, his eyes were a gorgeous azure; set in an almost relaxed, but professional tone. On a Mai-just-left-on-a-short-notice-holiday day, they appeared darker and wider. He just stared. Stared straight at her, seemingly sending his anger to her via his gaze.

That was all she could take. Masako Hara, for the first and hopefully last time, fainted because of Naru.