Another chapter. Two chapters in one day!

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide.

Floor four was a mystery, an ever expanding one to Fuyuki. And it made him feel better to think about that than anything else, like the other oddities and differences of his friends- how they weren't exactly like how they were supposed to be in his memory.

During breakfast the next morning as Fuyuki ate some of his rice, he finally spoke up. "I...I want to explore floor four."

"No! You can't Fuyuki!" Keroro shut Fuyuki's desires down. "Haven't you listened to literally anything anyone has said? If you go to floor four..." Keroro gulped and looked at his younger friend as if he was scared. "You'll die. Nobody ever returns. Nobody."

Fuyuki didn't look like that was very a convincing enough reason to stop him.

"Keroro's right for once." Giroro slammed his tray of food down next to Fuyuki. Giroro didn't usually eat breakfast over at Keroro, Angol Mois's, Tamama's, Momoka's and Fuyuki's table, but the conversation had drawn him in. "Floor four is dangerous and there's nothing occult about it. It's just an annoyance."

"W-what...? You've been there?" Tamama seemed surprised.

"The healing room's there, remember? And I'd rather not remember my experiences there." Giroro frowned and didn't give any more details into the mysterious healing room.

Giroro was the only member of group A that had ever stirred up enough trouble to be sent there.

Fuyuki looked around waiting for Momoka or Angol Mois to tell him it was okay to explore floor four. For them to give him some support. But as normal Mois was using her bowl of rice as a pillow, sleeping and not listening and Momoka was just frowning.

"I'm sorry, Fuyuki. Even though I'm a Nishizawa even I don't know about floor four." Momoka frowned. "I was told to not go to it, but not much else. But I can respect my staffs instruction and advise you against it too. It's probably just a bunch of boring facility stuff anyway. Sometimes you have to be a bit more skeptical about these rumors remember?"

Fuyuki nodded. "As expected from someone from the occult club! A logical belief." He patted Momoka on the back.

Momoka blushed for a moment as Fuyuki's hand grazed against her. He was praising her as if it was nothing. "T-thank...Thank you, Fuyuki..." She twiddled her fingers even though she wasn't in any sort of occult club. The doctors wouldn't let Fuyuki make one, but if he offered to let only her join something like that...She wouldn't refuse.

"You're right that the rumors about floor four have been based on only speculation and not any sort of evidence. Part of being into the occult is disproving false reports too." Fuyuki smiled.

"Wow, I'm surprised you'd want to disprove anything of the occult variety." Keroro really was shocked. He'd thought Fuyuki would latch onto this. Well, I guess if Momoka suggested it wasn't real he'd believe her. Pretty obvious that he has a bit of a crush.

"How would you even get onto the fourth floor though?" Tamama nibbled on Angol Mois's food as she slept. "I mean, it's impossible. The elevator is always locked so it's hard to go up there and only the really sick people get elevator keys so they can go to the doctor on the third floor."

Fuyuki frowned and sighed. So he'd just have to let this one go? That sounded so unsatisfying.

But at the same time Momoka was right. There was nothing proving or giving any sort of evidence that the fourth floor was haunted or dangerous. It must have just been a rumor started up by the frogs.

The fourth floor shouldn't matter to him. He had to think about more important things.

The more important things that Fuyuki failed to be thinking about was Yanda. Although Yanda had been confined to his room for a month after the fire incident and the month was barely over, Fuyuki still managed to run into him in the doctor's office when he had to get his daily check-up.

"Yanda." Fuyuki hissed.

"Hey brat." Yanda frowned. He flexed his muscles for no reason except to show off his tattoos. "I bet you're surprised to see me. After all I'm supposed to be confined. But the doctors don't want to make special visits to assess my condition so I'm escorted here for daily check-ups."

Fuyuki didn't really care about how Yanda was doing. He tried his best to ignore him, since he knew talking to Yanda just agitated him. Like a demon Yanda seemed to feed off of his suffering.

Yanda continued trying to prod Fuyuki with insults, but nothing seemed to work. "So how's group A going...? A position that you don't deserve?"

"How do your friends feel about you trying to ditch them all in group B?" Fuyuki retorted. "My group doesn't have special treatment, we've just formed extreme bonds of friendship."

Yanda huffed. "They're fine with it. I've actually heard group B was stricken with a bad cold. Most of them just have to stay in their rooms for isolation but maybe a couple will be sent up here and I'll be able to see them."

This was news to Fuyuki. I guess that's why I haven't seen Alisa around much. She was the only one who really stuck out to him from group B.

He did recall that most of group B hadn't been in the cafeteria that week. It was like they were dwindling.

Yanda gave a large smile as if he held a very important thing- the leverage of information. He knew that Fuyuki would only talk to him if he had that. "Maybe I can get one of them to pass on the cold to you. I bet you'd be even more pathetic sick, you wouldn't be able to defend your position in group A..."

"Fuyuki, your exam is finished. You can go back." A nurse said. Fuyuki got up off the stool and walked away from Yanda trying his best to ignore him.

He wouldn't let Yanda separate him from his friends. Never ever. I'll stick with them no matter what. No matter what I face.

He didn't know that it wasn't him who was going to be separated from his group.

Yue Hazuka was a bored girl rather apathetic about all aspects of life. It was as if she couldn't connect with any sort of emotion. Most people thought she was just cold and calculating, or perhaps egotistical. That she thought she was better than them but it was nothing of the sort. She just couldn't connect with them no matter how much she may have someday wished that she could.

Still, the only person who had put up with her bored and apathetic personality was Yanda. Pulling her into his group like she would be his follower he accepted her regardless of her faults. And for that she was ever thankful.

He was her leader. She'd go through whatever plan he ordered her to do. And that's why no matter how sick she was, she didn't want to be isolated in her room.

"Observe that Fuyuki brat while I'm away. Write down his weaknesses." Yanda had ordered her when he had been dragged away, kicking and screaming by Garuru. And although she didn't chase after him she gave a simple bored nod.

So she couldn't go to her room. She needed to keep pushing herself- doing daily activities for Yanda's sake. So she could see Fuyuki during lunch.

I'm apathetic. If there's one thing I can do it's be numb to the pain. She reminded herself. If it's for the leader I'll do anything. Observing Fuyuki might have been incredibly boring, but she'd push herself through it.

But the cold was getting to her. And as she wrote in her little notebook, her vision got blurry. None of her group B members were with her, they were all out sick.

She collapsed on her notebook.

A therapist who was watching after the patients ran over to her- Sai. She put her hand on the girl's head and drew it back. "She's burning up!" She realized.

Yue opened her eyes. "I-I'm fine."

Sai shook her head. She pulled off her identification keycard and keys. "You need to go to the doctor. You have much more than a cold. You're in real danger." She looked around desperately at the other patients. She didn't want to leave them alone. "Will you be all right going there yourself? The elevators real easy to use. Just press the '3' button."

Yue nodded. Perhaps if she was in a better state of mind she would have questioned Sai's judgment call to not escort her to the doctor or give her free reign of the facility with the elevator key, but her rather feverish mind was just focused on one thing. I failed him. I failed Yanda.

What hurt her the most was she wasn't even sad. She wasn't afraid. She was just numb. Just like her always apathetic self.

She numbly walked off, her legs feeling like iron. She slipped the keycard into the elevator as patients avoided her for fear of catching a cold. She clutched onto her notebook of Fuyuki's weaknesses.

She didn't think as she pressed the button, '4'. Everything was so blurry in her mind as she stepped out of the elevator.

"D-doctor...I'm here to see the doctor..." She reminded herself as she continued walking, limply coming upon a giant set of iron doors. As she tried to slip a keycard through a broken retina scanner the door opened, malfunctioning.

Yue's eyes widened as she saw what was inside. Her legs collapsed under her due to sickness and fatigue.

And for the first time in a while she felt fright at the sight. She felt fear.

Fuyuki didn't know much about Yanda's friends or group B, but he was still a nice person. And it concerned him to see someone collapse in the cafeteria.

I only really remember Nubibi. He's a keronian, right? The name sounded keronian. The girl however, didn't leave any impression on him whatsoever besides the fact that she usually sounded bored.

He hoped she'd be okay.

"Sai!" Pururu quickly ran over to the other therapist a little later in the day. "Some of the other therapists can't find Yue from group B. Seen her?"

Sai smiled. "Why yes! I sent her to the doctor on floor 3. She was very sick." She seemed proud of herself.

Pururu's eyes widened. "You know we're supposed to escort patients to the hospital rooms!" She reminded. "There were too many problems with accidents of them getting to floor four."

"Yue's a smart girl. I'm sure she didn't make a mistake." Sai tried to sooth Pururu's fears.

Pururu flipped through a clipboard. Yue hadn't ever checked into the doctor's on floor 3.

Most of group A awkwardly watched this exchange, thanking their lucky stars that Pururu had saved them from therapy with Sai.

The doors swung open and the mysteriously cool Garuru marched in. He only ever seemed to announce himself when trouble happened and for important events, but dang did he make an entrance. He put a hand on Pururu's shoulder.

"Yue's been located."

"Oh that's a relief." Pururu sighed.

"Where is she?" Fuyuki knew he didn't like her or know her, but he felt like he should ask anyway.

Garuru looked downcast. "There was nothing I could do for her when she was located on the fourth floor. She was...She wasn't like what she was before. We all rushed her to a therapy room, but..."

Sai and Pururu covered their mouths. "She had gotten on the fourth floor?" Sai looked surprised and shook her head, like she couldn't have made a mistake like this. Her eyes got all teary.

"She's dead." Garuru's words were hollow. "She didn't seem to retain any physical injuries, but after being mentally broken. I guess she was convinced to do something dangerous."

Sai covered her mouth and gasped.

Fuyuki looked shocked. Someone who he had seen that very day was dead? He felt nauseous.

"So...The rumor strikes again." Keroro realized. "Anyone who goes up to floor four is dead."

"Remind the patients Pururu that floor four is dangerous." Garuru told her, "And you, Sai,"

Sai made a squeaking sound.

"Follow protocol. No more of this thinking you're better than the rules sort of thing? Structure is the safest thing we have. And you're dismantling it with your unneeded singing and not focusing on what's important."

Giroro oohed and snapped. Sai had this coming.

"I'm...I'm so sorry...I had no idea...She's dead because of me." Sai covered her mouth her face turning an oddly green color. "I'll make sure none of these children,"

"I'm older than you." Keroro said under his breath.

"Ever get hurt again. I'll make sure nobody goes up to the fourth floor." She vowed. No more healing rooms. It was too dangerous.

There wouldn't ever be another Yue. This mistake wouldn't happen again.

"Mistakes are a terrible thing to make. But for the people who make them I suppose the best thing you can do is learn from them." Garuru nodded as if he didn't make mistakes.

Sai smiled. "Your words are so encouraging."

Garuru turned around. "When you're done with the this group, report what happened to Yue to the other groups. They need to stay away from floor four."

Sai nodded. "Yes sir!"

Fuyuki was oddly slow and sluggish the next day. Sad. Everybody with a moral conscious was at the news of Yue's death. It was like the entire hospital was in mourning. All the patients got to bring flowers to a picture of her on an altar during lunch and a few words were spoken about her life.

They were about as boring as her view on the world had been.

Fuyuki didn't know what to say.

"I'm glad in a way your sister doesn't know about this." Keroro sighed. "She's not visiting today, is she?" Keroro pointed out.

Fuyuki shook his head. "Sis isn't coming home for lunch right now. She's working."

"She'd panic if she knew someone died here." Keroro recalled.

"Don't speak about it like she was murdered." Dororo advised. "You know exactly what happened. She basically committed suicide, correct? But...Isn't that why the Hinata house exists in the first place? To protect us from that...?"

Fuyuki noticed that Dororo smelled a lot like drugs again. He didn't know Dororo was into that sort of thing.

Keroro frowned. Did the knowledge that someone else managed to get away with suicide drive him back into his addiction...? "Dororo...?"

"Don't talk to him." Koyuki hissed at Keroro as if this was his fault. She was very protective of Dororo. "You're responsible for every hardship in his life after all. You're worse than whatever everyone's afraid of on that mystical floor four!"

"Miss Koyuki!" Dororo hushed, "Be kinder. Life is like a leaf. It breezes away in the wind only to fall onto the ground." It was a rather drugged out statement, it sounded very hippie-ish.

Koyuki looked very sad at what Dororo was becoming again. She hugged her friend. "I'm here for you. Don't worry. We'll...We'll get you to stop again someday...But not today, I suppose. Do...Do you want me to...With you...?" She offered.

Dororo shook his head. He was sensible enough to know that Koyuki shouldn't have drugs with him. "This burden is not yours to bare lady Koyuki."

Koyuki just frowned.

Fuyuki tried not to look at how sad and depressing his friend's lives were like.

Momoka wasn't attending the odd sort of funeral lunch. Giroro just shook his head saying it was a real shame. Tamama was mostly disappointed that it was interrupting regular lunch and Angol Mois was one of those people without morals who wasn't exactly seeing the big deal.

Suddenly the doors swung open. Yanda was scratched up and bruised and huffing. He must have broken out of his room to attend the funeral.

"Y-yanda..." Fuyuki knew now wasn't the time to have their rivalry.

Instead of barreling at Fuyuki, Yanda ran towards Nubibi and pulled him up by the collar. He then clobbered him in the face with his fist.

"Y-yanda! W-what the heck, man?" Nubibi asked.

"I wasn't here! You were here! Why didn't you look after her? She was a member of our pack?" Yanda scolded angrily. "S-she...She was our friend. She listened to anything and everything I said..." He slung his head in defeat as his fists continued punching.

"I had nothing to do with this! Floor four took her life, not me! Stop it! You're hurting me!" Nubibi cried.

"Oh? Like Yue was hurt?" Yanda punched him harder, slamming him to the ground. Nubibi was bleeding. "You deserved to die, not her!"

Therapists from all over ran towards Yanda and tackled him before he could slam Nubibi's skull into the hard wooden floor.

Yanda didn't even cry out in pain. Anger was the only thing he was experiencing at the moment.

"You're going to the healing room." They shouted, "Maybe then you'll get your anger managed. Who knew someone could be angry enough to fight the staff and get in here?"

"Oh? The healing room again? You mean the floor Yue died on?" Yanda laughed. "You probably put her in the healing room. I don't buy that she committed suicide from just randomly mentally breaking for a moment. That must be a cover up!" Yanda yelled, "She's not as tough as me. She couldn't survive that place."

"The healing room is a safe place. We don't know what you're talking about." They pulled out a cloth filled with chloroform to knock him out. His shouts slowly ebbed away.

"The healing room is there to help patients. To save them. It's nothing to be afraid of. The rest of floor four however should not be sought out. And only patients that really need the healing room will go there." They repeated to the terrified spectators.

Pulling Yanda onto a stretcher they carried him and the injured Nubibi away.

And Fuyuki had to just watch as both were taken away. The healing room...Fuyuki didn't remember that room in his house, but all he knew was there was something suspicious about it.

What kind of a room needed to be labeled healing?

"Don't speak just sit." Giroro instructed. "Don't drag attention to yourself."

Fuyuki was about to speak up and ask what the healing room actually did even though the entire staff and patients were tense. He would have clearly been dragged off if he spoke out loud, he realized. "Why did you help me out...?"

"I would be pretty terrible if I wasn't looking out for Natsumi's younger brother, wouldn't I be? I mean..." Giroro blushed, "Uhh, you're an okay guy. I want to keep you safe."

Fuyuki smiled a bit. So he's looking out for his future brother-in-law. Things must have been going well with Natsumi then. Giroro seemed absolutely in love with her, although he didn't exactly know how Natsumi felt.

"Thanks." Fuyuki smiled.

The healing room might not be a safe place. And if it wasn't he didn't want to go there.

He was starting to get more and more suspicious of this 'fourth floor'.

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P.S. The chapter title is a reference to the reason Yue probably died. She was doing something reckless.