Kenshi called Riki to tell him what had happened, and it didn't take long before all of the Black Foxes were crammed inside their small apartment. Including Atsumu, who had been away for business the past few days. She and Kenshi had both called out of work for the day, both wanting to get to the bottom of what was going on.

"Did they take anything?" Atsumu asked, sitting at the kitchen table with the other guys.

"Nothing. Not that I could see at least." Kenshi replied, running a hand through his hair. Dylan placed a cup of coffee in front of Kenshi, having already given the rest of the Black Foxes a cup.

Riki nodded, then turned to look at Dylan. "Dylan, you saw him first. What happened when you saw him?"

She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "When I turned around, he was just kind of frozen. Like he was hoping I hadn't seen him or something. And then the second after I screamed, he came forward towards me with his hand out. Like he was going to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming again."

"It was like he wasn't expecting for her to be here." Takuto said, taking a sip from his cup.

"Did he seem surprised to see you Kenny?" Atsumu chimed in.

Kenshi shook his head. "I mean, I couldn't really tell since I was chasing after him. But from what I could tell, no. He didn't seem all that surprised. Seemed more spooked to have been caught off guard or something."

Riki sat forward. "Kenshi, this apartment is still only under your name, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Dylan and I just keep forgetting to run up to the front office to add her to the lease. Why?"

"Because if we are being targeted, then the person who was here earlier only knew that you lived here, based on the leasing information. He would've had no idea Dylan was living here too, which would explain why he seemed so startled seeing her. Like he thought he'd gotten his information wrong and had broken into the wrong place."

Hiro shook his head. "But then why would he still run off if he saw Kenshi? If he was here for Kenshi, wouldn't seeing him make him change his course?"

"Not necessarily. Dylan startled him, and even if he did see Kenshi after seeing her, she did scream. Neighbors would have heard, and therefore could blow his cover if he did try to do anything to Kenshi." Atsumu said, glancing at Kenshi.

Takuto placed his cup on the table. "Still means that someone was after Kenshi. Meaning that they're getting information on who we are."

"But how? How could they possibly find out who the Black Foxes are?" Dylan asked, sitting down in Kenshi's lap, feeling as his arms wrapped around her waist.

Riki shrugged. "I don't know. But whoever it is has connections."

"Someone stopped by one of my classes the other morning asking for me," Hiro added rather shyly, "I had skipped to finish a paper and a friend told me about it later, but now knowing that someone was here for Kenshi, I think someone may have found me too."

"Well why didn't you say anything you idiot?" Takuto demanded, slapping the back of the younger Black Fox's head.

Hiro's face reddened. "I didn't really think much of it! My friend said it was just some large guy asking if I was in class today, and when he said that I wasn't, he just left. Again, it didn't really raise any red flags or anything for me until Riki called me earlier."

"This is bad. What are we gonna do?" Atsumu asked.

"I'm going to have use some of my own connections to see if I can find anything out. But as of right now, the Black Foxes need to go underground for a while. Call out of work for a while and lay low. Probably need to stay at LRN for the time being."

Dylan nodded her head and gave Kenshi a gentle squeeze before going to stand. "I'll go pack us a bag."

Riki grabbed her arm to stop her. "Pack a separate bag for yourself. You're staying with Tatsuro for a few days."

"Why?!"

"He's a cop, and he might know something as well. I'm going to need you to try to see if you can use him to find out anything."

Dylan narrowed her eyes. "I'm not going to use Tatsuro like that."

"We don't really have the luxury of simply ignoring resources available to us. I've already called him and informed him that you would be staying with him for a few days. He's agreed to help us for right now."

"You already called him?! Without even asking me?!" Dylan shouted.

Riki's eyes softened slightly. "Listen Dill, I know you want to stay with us, and with Kenshi, and you will I promise. But just for a few days, would you please stay with Tatsuro and see if the two of you can dig up anything, and then after things have settled a little, we'll bring you to stay with us at LRN. Sound fair?"

Dylan let out a deep breath. "Fine. But only a few days, and then I'm coming straight over to LRN."

Riki smiled. "And we'll welcome you with open arms, I assure you."

Dylan spun on her heel and went into her and Kenshi's bedroom, grabbing one of her gym bags and throwing clothes roughly inside. Taking her frustrations out on the defenseless clothing made her feel a little better about everything. She knew that Riki was probably right in his own way, but she just didn't feel right using her childhood friend like that. She'd known Tatsuro her entire life, and using him to get information just felt wrong in a way. Well, that and the fact that she really just didn't want to be apart from Kenshi. She was a big girl and could handle herself, but knowing now that someone had been in their apartment earlier with the goal of harming him in some way, had her wanting to keep him as close as possible. Footsteps lingered just behind her, but she didn't turn, continuing to throw clothing into her bag.

"I'm not a big fan of this plan either." Kenshi said, grabbing her by the waist and turning her to face him.

"I just think it's stupid splitting us up like that."

He smiled down at her weakly. "I agree with you, but I also can kind of see Riki's point. Tatsuro could dig up something useful for us to figure out who's doing this, and he'd probably be a lot more comfortable working with someone he's know most of his life as opposed to one of us."

She sighed. "I know. It's the right thing to do for right now, but it doesn't mean I have to like it."

Kenshi kissed her forehead softly. "I don't either. So let's just hope everything blows over quickly, that way we can still have our anniversary dinner."

Despite the situation, Dylan found herself smiling up at him. "Yeah. I still have to pick out the proper dress to seduce you."

"I look forward to it." He chuckled, giving her a gentle kiss against her lips.

The two quickly finished packing their bags and made their way back into the living room, where the guys were waiting for them. Kenshi had agreed to ride along with the guys in one car, to minimize the number of vehicles parked outside LRN, and Dylan would drive separately to Tatsuro's place. Dylan grabbed her car keys and went for the door, but Kenshi stopped her, taking her car keys from her and handing her a separate pair of keys.

She looked at him curiously but he smiled bashfully. "Take my truck instead."

She squeezed the keys in her hand and laughed. "I like your truck better anyway. Better radio."

Locking up the apartment, the group headed down into the parking lot together. Kenshi held her hand tightly in his, a strong grip on her hand that silently assured her that everything was going to be alright. And it would, Dylan determined. Everything would work out just fine, and this would all just blow over in a few days. It usually did when anything even remotely close to what was happening now was going on. She just had to be patient until then. The group walked her over to Kenshi's truck, and Kenshi gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. She threw her things into the back and jumped into the driver's seat, watching as they headed towards their car. The boys were riding together in Atsumu's small sedan, an image that had Dylan waiting in the truck to see. Seeing them packed into the small car had her holding her stomach, laughing. Kenshi had managed to score shot-gun, with Atsumu driving. But seeing the other three boys trying to squeeze themselves into the back was amusing enough as it was.

Their cars started up, and both vehicles pulled out of the parking lot, with her following behind them. Unable to contain her small victory of acquiring the awesome radio that Kenshi had in his truck, she plugged her iPod in and started jamming out. Both vehicles pulled up to the red light, where they would head straight to LRN and she would turn right to go to Tatsuro's apartment. The light was red, and she tapped her hands against the wheel, along with the beat of the music. She looked down into the other vehicle, Hiro looking back at her and waving with a huge grin on his face. Giggling, she returned his wave, seeing as the light turned green just ahead.

And as their car started forwards, what she saw coming down from the opposite side of the road instantly had her stomach clenched like a tight fist deep within her abdomen. Another car, a much larger one, larger even than Kenshi's truck, was barreling down the road. Going mock nine down the road, and heading straight for the boys car in front of her. No, aiming for the boys. At the speed they were going, the light on their side red, there was no way that it wasn't aiming for them. And there wasn't any way she could warn them. No. But there was something she could do instead. Her foot suddenly felt like it was full of lead, slamming it down against the gas pedal, without even thinking twice. Her mind instantly had flipped on her auto-pilot switch, and she threw the truck forward.

The front of Kenshi's truck slammed up against the back of the small sedan, shoving it forward across the street. Then a great force slammed into the side of her car. Her side of the car. The air bags deployed violently, crushing against her as her car rolled across the pavement. The impact so incredible that it immediately sent her car flying, flipping the truck over and over again. Like a tidal wave washing over a sandy beach. Dylan's vision flipping from the ground to the sky several times within a matter of seconds. She was pretty sure she was screaming, but the sound of her car crunching and groaning around her completely drowned her out. A symphony of cataclysmic noise reverberating through to her eardrums. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the car continue to move underneath her. It all happened so quickly, and yet drug out for what felt like years.

When she opened her eyes again, the world was upside down, and she groaned. Glass was scattered around her, smoke coming in from where her engine was. Or once was. She couldn't be certain. While the whole front end of the truck was snarled up into oblivion, like someone had taken the front of it and wrung it through their hands. Or like it had been put into a blender and put on the puree setting. Either description unable to compare to how it looked to her, hanging upside down. It was amazing to her how the radio was even still playing, although it was just a crackling racket now, but she could still make out the chorus of her favorite song, the noise ringing in her ears melodically.

Still in her car seat, the seat belt cut into her skin, holding her down. Or was she up? Technically she must've been held up, her hair tickling her face as it cascaded downwards. Her vision wavered, her mind threatening to send her into unconsciousness, but she fought to hold on. She tried to focus on something. Anything... What was that in her hair? That sticky red substance staining her normally blonde hair...

What had happened? Everything had happened so quickly that it felt like a dream, like she was going to wake up in a moment and still be in bed, with Kenshi. Wrapped up in his loving arms. But she didn't. If anything, the pain that suddenly erupted from around her body, told her that. She cried, pain emitting from everywhere. So much so that she wasn't even sure where all she was hurt. Everything hurt. Her whole body felt like it was searing inferno of misery, every breath she took a reverberating applause of pure pain. A warm liquid oozed down the side of her face and dripped down onto her car's roof, below her. Red. Blood red. She was bleeding. But where from? She had no idea, which scared her even more. Loud sobs tore from her throat, the panic and fear pounding through her almost as violently as whatever had seemed to hit her car.

Distantly she could hear tires squealing, the sound moving further and further away. The truck that had hit her maybe? Perhaps. She wasn't sure. Sounds and blurs of light were starting to swirl together in her hazy mind. Then she heard Kenshi's voice, screaming her name. She wasn't sure where his voice was coming from. Her eyelids were to feeling heavier and she starting to grow weaker by the second, her voice completely lost inside her chest. She knew she needed to try to stay awake, but it was proving to be vastly difficult. She heard as glass crunched next to her, outside the confines of her totaled vehicle. A face appearing outside the vehicle, but she couldn't make it out. Her vision was beginning to blur once again. Unconsciousness began tugging at her once again, and her world went black.