Lots happens this chapter. A motive for everybody to leave and back story for Dororo.

Kululu listened to Fuyuki talk about how things were going. His complaints. It seemed like a lot of group A didn't actually want to leave.

I suppose I'll just have to give them all a motive. Kululu decided. Fuyuki surely had one, he hung onto Kululu's every word about aliens.

It would be easy to manipulate the system through Sai, and give each and every patient he needed a motive to leave.

Natsumi was no patient, but from what Kululu had heard about her she was tough. And she had a knowledge of the outside world that nobody else did.

She was Fuyuki's sister so she obviously had an attachment to him. She looked to be a useful pawn and he needed her to come along with them.

"What's this?" Natsumi said to herself as she shuffled through the letters in her mailbox. It was usually all bills. She was barely getting by as if, but because of all the jobs she worked she was scraping by. She had stopped using utilities as much in her house but Fuyuki's hospital bills were so expensive.

She needed him to stay at the Hinata House though. If she failed at paying one of the bills he'd become a ward of the state and they'd transfer him to a place she couldn't visit. Not only that but her visitor privilege would be revoked because of her debt.

She'd never be able to see her brother again until he got better. And that might not be ever. And since he was her last living family member she had to prevent that.

She would have assumed her mother had left her more money, Aki had been constantly working, but apparently they were only scraping by from her income as well. Still, at least they had payed off their mortgage in full and owned the house. A living space was at least enough.

Same with her grandma. She had left some money to Natsumi, but Natsumi would only be able to access it when she was an adult, basically 20 years old. And that wouldn't happen for a while.

Her good for nothing father was still wondering around somewhere. Natsumi didn't know where he was- but since he and Aki were still legally married he must have gotten what remained of her income and cash after her death. He really didn't deserve it. He hadn't even come to her funeral.

Natsumi looked down in horror at her new letter in her hand. The bills of the Hinata House due early. This can't be...This has to be a mistake...I thought I had another two weeks. She couldn't afford this. Her pay check hadn't come in.

And the amount that she needed had been doubled again. Natsumi held the letter and crumpled it, her legs crumpling below her. She let out a cry of anguish.

There was no way she could pay that. Her brother...Fuyuki...He'd be lost to her forever.

I'll never see him again! Natsumi sniffled. But there was no escaping her terrible fate. She just had to curse whatever person had sent her the bill.

She was unaware the person went by the name of Sai Uru.

"I need you to do a few things for me, Sai." Kululu had told her.

"...Are they bad things?" Sai asked, having a little reverence.

"Oh no." Kululu lied, "They'll help you do even better of a job than normal!"

Sai perked up and listened.

"First off I noticed something that was done inefficiently by you..." Kululu trailed off, "You forgot to send the Hinata girl, Fuyuki's sister, her bills." Kululu reminded. "Don't worry. Because of your lack of patient confidentiality you told me how much is due, and as a super genius I have calculated and remembered it!"

Sai breathed a sigh of relief. It sure helped to have a super genius boyfriend. "I'll send her bills off immediately! Thank you for reminding me. If I had forgotten...I could have been fired."

"Speaking of being fired...I had a few ideas to benefit a few of the other patients lives..." Kululu smiled. "Before we leave, you know."

Sai's eyes glittered. She always liked things that benefited other patients lives! "What ideas?"

"I noticed that in Tamama's file," Sai frowned that Kululu had been reading over other patient's files again. "It said he had dietary restrictions against sugar." It was a lie of course. He had managed to hack his way in and edit the line. Tamama loved sugar more than anything from what he had heard. "I thought it would be a good idea to restrict his diet and give him more nutritious food?"

Sai jumped up and down. "Good plan! If he wasn't so filled with sugar, perhaps he'd be less angry!"

"I thought you could maybe..." Kululu bit his lip. He hated to do this to Mois since she had been so kind to him and helpful, but he had to throw her under the bus if he wanted Tamama to have a reason to escape. "Put him and Mois in some sort of group therapy session to bond as well. They fight way to often, from what Mois told me. Wouldn't they just be the greatest friends if they put their differences aside?"

Sai nodded enthusiastically. "They could fall in love. I could play match maker!"

Kululu tried not to laugh. He coughed to conceal his laughter and how wrong that was. He was on the fourth floor for goodness sake and even he knew Tamama was gay! And he had never met the guy, only heard about him. That was how obvious Tamama was.

"Any other ideas about how to better the patients lives?" Sai asked.

Kululu's eyes sparkled in mischief for a moment. "Yes, actually. It's about Giroro. I noticed that in his files..."

Sai frowned.

"His mother hasn't been noted of his institutionalization at this facility. If you called her up I'm sure she would come over and visit her baby boy. Maybe they could forgive each other and have many heart felt tears..." Kululu loved messing with his favorite guinea pig. And this was by far the most evil and honestly terrible thing he had done to Giroro.

Advise Sai to get his mother involved in his treatment. Allow Giroro's mother to see him.

Sai smiled. "Got it! I think that's a lovely idea!" She smiled.

Kululu grinned. Three down. Three more to go.

Now he just needed to give that Momoka girl, Koyuki, and Dororo a motive.

It was pretty easy to think of a motive for each of the three. And Kululu didn't even need to use Sai for one of them.

He easily hacked some of the staff members e-mails. Usually he only did this to prank email others, or download viruses on their computers. It was petty, but not useful in the least bit.

This time he wrote up emails to every major news site. "Breaking news. The Hinata House's failures to contain dangerous mental patients like Yanda, can be linked back to the Nishizawa Empire. It is shown that the Nishizawa's are giving more money than necessary to the institution. Effectively they own it and their daughter is given special privilege over the other patients. Will you stand for this injustice?"

Kululu smiled to himself. He had to stir up anger against Momoka, against the Nishizawas. She'd feel like her involvement with the Hinata House was hurting her company and would feel the need to leave.

After finishing up his role in ruining Momoka's life, he turned his attention to Koyuki. It was easy enough to convince Sai and drop a few hints that her supervisors had Koyuki in the facility to dig up information about her gang. Effectively to fish the information out of her through interrogations.

Sai was a big talk-a-lot, so she of course told her co-workers. And since they never really talked to the head of the Hinata House who usually worked up in the fourth floor, they all believed her.

They didn't want to get up there after all.

So now all the staff members believed that they were interrogating Koyuki for information.

Koyuki was a smart girl, so it was easy for her to overhear and eavesdrop on their plans to ruin her gang. She was no doubt probably horrified.

Kululu knew the last motive would be far the hardest- Dororo would be useful to him because of his ability to not be noticed, and because of his easily exploitable violence when his drugs were taken away. Kululu had heard that was something drug patients did often.

"I know, baby, it's hard..." Kululu tried to coo and sooth Sai into it. "But I really need you to do this. This will be the only way they inspect Dororo's room and find all of his drug stashes."

Sai shook her head. She didn't want to do it. This was even more illegal than having a forbidden romance with a patient- hiding a weapon in a patient's room. It could permanently ruin Dororo's chances of healing, his danger level would go up and it would traumatize him. "I can't..." She tried to say.

"Please. For me. For our future children." Kululu's eyes were large and trusting.

And although the plan didn't make much sense to her, Sai knew Kululu was smarter than her. So she agreed to hide a single knife in his room and discover it.

Dororo knew he was scape goating. How could he not know? He knew Keroro hadn't really ruined his life, deep down.

He had ruined his life. That's what the doctors kept telling him after all. And he was honestly trying to get better now that Koyuki was in his life.

Where did everything go wrong? Dororo tried to remember. He didn't really like looking at the past. It was a lot sadder than looking at the future, the future where he might be discharged with his beautiful lady Koyuki.

Had it been the day that he had met Keroro at school? Had that been where his life had gone wrong?

"I'm Keroro. It's nice to meet you, Dororo. Do you want to be friends?" Keroro had asked him kindly. It was a shining beacon of hope to the unsociable Dororo.

Before that he had always been sickly, his immune system had been weak. Although he was born to a life of privileges and riches he had never really had friends or social interaction having to spend most of his young life in the hospital. So Keroro just offering himself up as his friend had been something Dororo had cherished.

Dororo would have done anything to keep that friendship. Even if it was doing whatever Keroro ordered or dared, some things had even resulted in him breaking his arm or serious injuries. Even if it was giving up any of his toys he would have done it- just to keep Keroro in his life as his friend.

It wasn't until much later, when Keroro had asked something of him that he hadn't been comfortable with, did he realize how wrong his relationship was. Keroro had asked him if he wanted to start dating him, they had both been rather young, fumble adolescents and Keroro must have misread all of Dororo's affection for love.

All Dororo wanted was friendship though, but he had agreed as always. It had been only three months before all of the exploitation and being taken advantage of and unhappiness got to him- and he cracked. He had finally burst out with how unhappy he was, how anything was better than this and claiming that Keroro had ruined his life- despite the fact that he had never once said no to Keroro or given Keroro the impression that he was unhappy before.

It had been a terrible break up. They hadn't even been able to get back to friends, Dororo easily cut himself off of Keroro and Keroro's other childhood friend Giroro, not wanting to be taken advantage of again. But after just a day he regretted it and began to think that Keroro had forgotten him and that was why he wasn't begging his forgiveness.

His cycle of co-dependence began anew. He desperately needed the validation that Keroro gave him, but Keroro was nowhere to be seen. Keroro didn't want to hurt him after all and felt incredible guilty for all he had done, so he never came back. Dororo looked for him and looked for him, but he could not find him.

He decided he had been abandoned. And as he cried outside the apartment that Keroro had previously lived in, cursing his name, that was when he met him.

"You look pretty sad. Do you want some drugs, kid?" The man wasn't much older than he was, despite his grey hair and rather red eyes. "They'll fix you right up."

Dororo at first refused. But slowly he started to wonder what would happen if he accepted the man's offer, just once. Maybe he could be independent, not need someone else. Maybe he wouldn't care if he wasn't forgotten. Maybe he wouldn't be so depressed. And most of all, maybe he wouldn't feel so sick and ill all the time. "Okay, maybe just one." He agreed.

"I'll need some cash. Kid, what's your name?" The man asked.

Dororo nibbled on his lip below his face mask. He didn't want to get in trouble with the law because he had tried something illegal, so he gave a fake name. "Zeroro." He handed the man the money.

The man smiled and gave Dororo his first pack of drugs.

It had been downhill from there.

As time went on, Dororo spent more and more time with his drug dealer, the man's name was Zoruru. Dororo looked and sounded even more addicted than him. Zoruru made sure that he didn't actually use drugs often, it was just a way for him to make a profit so he could live.

It wasn't long before the two bonded and Dororo found himself seeking validation and love from yet another person- despite being drugged out. The two started a relationship that at first felt a lot better than what he and Keroro shared, like the two of them were actually connecting, but after a few days Dororo realized he loved the drugs Zoruru gave him a lot more than Zoruru.

Their relationship actually lasted a decent amount of time. Dororo stayed because he was so drugged up and knew he could get cheaper deals. But one day Zoruru realized there were a few problems.

"Gimme it." Dororo begged.

"No. I think you're a bit too addicted." Zoruru frowned. "You barely talk to me. You barely communicate with me besides being in a drugged up stupor. It's like you don't even like me. I think maybe getting you addicted wasn't the best idea. How about we try to give you a break? I think you need to go cold turkey."

That had been Zoruru's mistake- the suggestion of quitting. Dororo didn't know he was capable of violence, but something snapped in him. He couldn't have his darling, drugs, taken away.

He didn't remember much about that night- just the blood. He had beat Zoruru and attacked him so much, desperate for the drugs. He was taken to the Hinata House shortly after that, deemed dangerous and that he needed to detox.

He wished he could have said that he never saw Zoruru again, but thankfully Zoruru survived. He had prosthetic limbs, metal on his face, and was pretty much half a cyborg but he survived. He had only visited Dororo once to swear his revenge and tell him how much he hated him and how he was going to kill him one day.

He was dragged off after that. It was actually pretty frightening.

I'm a monster. Dororo remembered. I ruined my life. It hadn't been Keroro. It had never been Keroro. It was always him and his bad decisions.

Keroro had just stolen times. Dororo? He had beaten a person to near death causing them to become a cyborg. It was easy to know who was worse.

Sometimes Dororo knew he was never going to get better and out, no matter how much he wanted to heal. He had tried giving up drugs for Lady Koyuki, the only person that he felt the need to motivate himself for- he wished that they were on the outside world, perhaps he might be able to pursue his first healthy relationship if they were. But even that hadn't worked, he was still addicted to drugs thanks to some of the horrible therapists leading him back to addiction.

And he knew if they were ever taken away he would snap.

He went to his room to find his hidden drug supply. Therapists tackled him from all over to his surprise.

"This was found under your bed." They accused, showing him a shiny knife.

Dororo's eyes glinted in fear. W-what...? But I'm not dangerous right now! I have my drugs! I won't hurt anyone.

"You've been deemed dangerous with or without drugs. All drugs will be confiscated from here on out, even medical pills to reduce the risks of addiction." The doctors told him.

"But I need those!" Dororo cried, "I will literally die without my medicine!" He didn't want to take off his mask to scream louder but he was tempted. He had an illness and it needed to be treated.

"Should have thought of that before you smuggled a knife in." The doctor hissed, "I'm sorry, it's just safer for everybody. You'll be fine. We won't fall for your 'need your medicine or else you'll die,' ploy." The doctors laughed.

Fear went through Dororo's heart. He would die if he remained here. That was the last straw. Wait...If I don't have my drugs...I'll get violent. Dororo knew he hadn't brought the knife. But he didn't think his room mate, Tamama, would frame him. Had he just forgotten?

He didn't want to be violent when he was off of drugs. What if he hurt someone? Would he lash out at Keroro? Giroro? Koyuki? He thought to himself. Oh no...What if I hurt Koyuki the way I did Zoruru...? She was more important to him than Zoruru had been. She always was. But he didn't know what he'd be like.

He was scared. He needed to get his drugs.

Was Fuyuki offering something the other day...Either way, I need to get out of here. Dororo realized.

It wasn't just Dororo who was being pushed into making a decision. Koyuki too, even though she had always been supportive of escaping.

"Did you hear about the Azumaya girl?" A doctor said.

Koyuki pressed her ear onto the floor. She was very good at listening and eavesdropping- spying.

"She hasn't yet given up any information on her gang- their location or anything. Perhaps we should interrogate her further under the guise of friendship." Someone giggled.

So that's why I'm here! Koyuki realized. It all made sense now. She wasn't here to be reintegrated into society. She was here because they wanted to use her to gain information on her notorious and quite feared gang.

She couldn't let that happen. She was a black forest ninja for life. She would rather die than betray her people. I have to get out of here. I have to warn my clan. She decided.

Tamama just wept as he looked at his plate of vegetables. "Where's the cake?"

"I made you a kale loaf." The chef smiled. "It's more nutritious."

"AHHH! This is a nightmare!" Tamama cried. "Kale loafs are worse than that woman!" Who the heck ate kale loafs as cake?

"Speaking of Mois..." Sai tip-toed behind him. "You two will be having a special group therapy session from now on to bond. I'm going to make you two best friends!"

Angol Mois and Tamama looked up, and then looked at each other in horror. Not only were they going to be trapped in a room together, but with Sai as their therapist?

"At least tomorrow the day will be better...The menu..." Tamama sighed, sitting down. He was trying not to scream, not to break, not to cry.

"Actually, you'll be having healthy meals with no sugar for the rest of your life!" Sai told him, "You've been discovered to have some pretty severe dietary restrictions."

"You could say, no sugar for you?" Mois realized.

Tamama punched her in the face.

Sai gasped. "No doing that!"

Mois moaned in pain.

Tamama just collapsed on the floor. "That's it. This place is officially a nightmare and the worst. I can't live in a world without sugar." He knew he didn't have dietary restrictions.

I have to get out of here. He cried and cried on the floor in a pile.

"Oh dear...Has he started cycling to his more depressed state?" Sai frowned. She swept him away from the cafeteria with a broom.

Yet again another of Kululu's plots had worked. Now Tamama wanted to leave too.

Momoka knew of what was happening on the outside with the Nishizawa empire. And she was concerned. Why was her family getting yelled at for the fall of Yanda?

And now it had been leaked that she beat Yanda up. Her mother had been proud and been like 'that's my girl' but her father had been under a lot of scrutiny from the press.

More pressure...Why am I always failing at everything? Momoka asked. It was all her fault. She wished she just didn't exist.

It was so much easier to be like her other ideal self- tough and not caring about the pressure of society. But then her shy, nicer self always had to pick up the pieces that the darker Momoka left behind. She had to clean up after her. And that just made things all the harder.

She didn't want to be here. It was frightening how she even messed up in the Hinata House. I'm Momoka Nishizawa. I should be able to make my own choices. If this place isn't helping, I should leave. She knew she wasn't allowed to. It was illegal for her to leave.

However she didn't want her parents to be wrapped up in the Hinata House too much. They had given a lot of money to the place but they didn't know anything that was going on there. They were donators and paid for Momoka's care – not stock holders. There was a differences.

She didn't want to bring this hardship on her parents. She had to leave.

Fuyuki's suggestion or escape, his scheming suggestion, floated around in her head yet again.

Perhaps his idea had some merit.

Giroro was hit by far the hardest. He didn't want to leave at all. He believed that he really could get better.

"I have good news for you!" Jared, who always delivered bad news seemed to say. He was a therapist at the Hinata House.

Giroro groaned. "Get out with it then." Who died? Hope it's good old mom. I'd be able to leave for a few days for a funeral and then she'd be out of my life for good.

"Your Mom's going to visit you in two days! She called up after a nice therapist named Sai was alerted that she didn't know that you were staying at the Hinata House and told her immediately. She's going to visit you and take a more active role in your healing process."

Giroro grabbed the edge of a chair, his knuckles turning white as he tried not to fall down. He had to keep his mind active instead of blacking out. He was getting dizzy.

"T-that...That can't be possible..." He had given specific instructions not to alert his mother of his location. She had been trying to track him down ever since he had left the country for Japan. It haunted his nightmares.

Garuru...Garuru will help...Giroro tried to tell himself. No. She'll love seeing Garuru. Garuru will love seeing her. She always did think he was the better one. They probably haven't seen each other in years. Could Garuru have leaked the information after deciding that he wanted Giroro to have more family members? He was a traitor after all that was only there for Pururu. He had to be only there for Pururu.

Garuru didn't really love him, did he?

Garuru must have put her phone number in my records...Garuru was the only one besides me to have that information. Giroro had forgotten that in one of his blind rages he had told Kululu and yelled about it in one of their group therapy sessions. After all he didn't even think Kululu, the man on the fourth floor, had anything to do with his problems anymore.

"Isn't that great news?" Jared clapped.

"Leave..." Giroro hissed. Jared looked frightened of Giroro's glare, but he left.

Giroro collapsed into a chair. He put his face in his hands and tried not to cry. He was a soldier. He couldn't cry.

But he did. He couldn't stop his body from shaking. No. I can't be here in two days. But it'll be impossible to leave in that time. There's nobody who can help me.

His mind drifted to Natsumi. Maybe she'd be willing to do something? But moral support was all she could give and she probably wouldn't even give him that. She was still mad at him that Fuyuki had been hurt.

He had wanted to stay in the Hinata house for Natsumi. So they might have a life together someday, so he could be healthy enough to be there for her. But that didn't seem reasonable now if his mother was coming back into his life.

He couldn't be here. I'm sorry Natsumi. It's...It's you or her. He didn't know if his love for Natsumi was strong enough to face his fears.

He needed to leave. Either by being sent up permanently to the healing room so he couldn't be met with, by having an incredibly violent outburst, figuring out a way to kill himself, or escaping.

The latter was by far the most preferred. But he didn't know how to escape.

They all met at breakfast the next day, their motives about leaving, floating in their head. Everybody had a motive except Keroro who was just eating happily and unaware about his friend's gloomy moods.

"Fuyuki, the other day you asked if we had ever...Thought about escaping..." Dororo started the conversation. "I think I've revised my statement on that answer."

Fuyuki looked up. "Really?" He was shocked. What had happened.

"Me too." Tamama agreed. Momoka nodded as there was chatter among their table. Everybody wanted to escape.

"I...I think we should escape." Giroro told him. It was Saturday, Natsumi would be coming that day. It would be the last day he'd see her.

It was rare for Momoka to be there on a Saturday, but apparently she hadn't taken the weekend off. She looked like she wanted to talk about this possible escape.

"Tomorrow." Giroro was thinking farther than anybody else had, he gave them a set deadline.

Everybody looked shocked by his proposition. They didn't look displeased though.

"Why tomorrow? Won't we need more time to plan?" Koyuki asked.

"It's just better to do this while motivated." Giroro shrugged, not getting into any detail. "Don't stop me. If you don't want to come with me and plan this I'll just leave with Fuyuki."

"And me." Koyuki offered.

"Me too. I need to get out of here so I can get some medication." Dororo agreed.

"Drugs." Keroro coughed.

Fuyuki smiled. "I'm coming with you definitely!"

"Me too." Momoka smiled, "I'll come with Fuyuki."

"...Even I have deep reasons for needing to leave. Deep and scary reasons." Tamama said mysteriously. He really just wanted sweets.

"I want to come!" Keroro's hand shot up. He hadn't even been manipulated. He just followed the crowd.

Angol Mois nodded. "Tomorrow it is then?" She hadn't talked much but she pulled out something. "I found this in Koyuki's room."

"Hey!" Koyuki frowned.

"We share a room, it's not so bad..." Mois pointed it out. "It's a map of the facility. So we can plan better."

Everyone peered over it.

Angol Mois pointed to something at the front. "These are some very big iron gates. They're heavily monitored by security cameras and have a very high tech technology that requires probably a lot of hacking to bypass."

Koyuki nodded. "I remember seeing those...Crap, we really didn't think this through. How are we going to get past them!"

Ah. I know how! Fuyuki smiled. Mois said she was good at hacking things. That's why she's bringing this up.

"I don't know." Mois pouted and sighed, like the liar she was. "You could say, none of us is any good with technology? What a travesty!"

Fuyuki frowned. Why was she lying?

"However..." She trailed off. "There's one person in this facility who I am confident has the ability to get past these gates. If we want to leave we'll have to use him."

Keroro gulped. He wasn't very good with the term 'using people' although he used Mois frequently to do his emotional well being paperwork, he was trying to use people less.

"Who?" Dororo asked. "And how will we convince them to help?"

Mois smiled. "Have you heard the rumors about the person on the fourth floor...?"

Everybody except Fuyuki paled. "Mois, ummm...You weren't here when we were talking about how awful he is. Giroro was telling us all about him, but we have!" Keroro told her.

"I've heard rumors that he's a super genius. So much so that the other countries are desperately trying to steal him away from this facility and make him into their tool." Mois crossed her arms. She didn't look like herself, a bit more confident in the words she was using.

Giroro nodded. "She's right about all that. But what are you suggesting? Break him out so he can hack the gate for us? He wouldn't do anything we say!"

"He probably wants to escape too." Mois pointed out.

"But we'd be aiding a criminal. Not a friend like the rest of us." Giroro cried.

"It's the only way out. Take it or leave it." Mois smiled.

Ah. I get why she didn't say she could do it! Fuyuki realized. It's so we have a reason to bring Kululu along. Great job, Mois! I almost forgot to convince them.

"I'll take it. I met him once, and he was scary...But not that bad. I think he's survivable." Fuyuki lied.

Giroro shook his head, but finally gulped. Kululu was still better than his mother any day. "Fine. I remember what he's like and could probably try...try to convince him." He was shaking.

Everybody gave a small nod. This would have to do.

They needed to start planning how to break Kululu out and get past the rest of the guards.

It would sure help if we had someone on the outside waiting to help us. Giroro realized.

It was visiting hours and Natsumi was still shaken up over the bills that she needed to pay. I'll never see Fuyuki again. Today and tomorrow are our last days. She remembered.

She passed other visitors, a friend of the guy named Tamama, some dude named Taruru from his orphanage, and others.

Eventually she sat next to Fuyuki. She let him chatter endlessly about aliens and she smiled. Instead of denying them she nodded.

"Those stupid frogs really are funny, aren't they?" She tried to swallow her tears. She'd let him believe that she believed in aliens for one day. It was better than giving him a life of hardships. "I'm sorry...I need to use the restroom."

She ran off to wipe off her tears. Fuyuki watched her go but didn't stop her.

Once Natsumi came out of the restroom, Giroro was waiting for her.

"What do you want?" She snarled.

"I..." He didn't want to lie to her about what was going on with her brother. Even if it might risk their escape, he wanted to tell her about their plan. "All of group A is planning on escaping tomorrow." He confided in her.

He had to trust her. Trust was a two-way street. She had trusted him with Fuyuki and he had betrayed that trust but he needed to learn to trust her with more than just his heart. To have a more real and achievable relationship with her.

Natsumi looked shocked. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked in a whisper. Obviously this might hurt her brother's chances and Giroro's chances for escape. "Why do you want to leave? I thought you said you wanted to get better and liked being around your older brother." She recalled a few of her and Giroro's conversations.

"I did, but complications arose. My...M-mother is coming for a visit..." Giroro tried not to stutter.

"And that's a bad thing?" Natsumi asked confused.

"I would rather die than see my mother. But I don't want your brother to be hurt in the process of me trying to escape that woman. That's why I'm trusting you and letting you make the decision if you want to pull Fuyuki out of this plan. If you think it's a good idea." Giroro told her.

Natsumi looked shocked. He was confiding in her so much and putting a lot of pressure on her. She wasn't really allowed to touch him, but nobody was watching and her hand drifted to his arm to give him a squeeze of support. She gave him a small smile as if she realized how tough this was on him.

"I..." If Fuyuki escapes I'll be able to see him. The law didn't matter to her. Her brother did. She had to keep their family together. "Take Fuyuki with you. And meet up with me on the outside. I'll run with you." She offered

Giroro smiled. He loved Natsumi so much. "Okay." Maybe they did have a chance at happiness together.

"Tell them I'm in on the plan. I'm coming with. And Giroro...?" Natsumi smiled for the first time that day.

Giroro glanced at her.

"I forgive you. You tried your best to protect Fuyuki. And you need to protect yourself too." Natsumi decided, "I know that you'll try your hardest to protect him."

Giroro melted. He was so happy that she forgave him. "I will. Your brother is safe with me."

Natsumi smiled. She was glad to have Giroro as a friend.

Giroro sat down later with the group. "We leave tomorrow. Natsumi, Fuyuki's sister is coming with us."

Everybody was shocked but they didn't have complaints.

It all worked out for them. And they knew that tomorrow...Tomorrow would be the day that they would be finally out of the Hinata House.

They all had reasons to escape. And their hearts were filled with desire. They didn't know they were just puppets on a string following what Kululu wanted.

They were ignorant.

Originally Kululu was going to manipulate Fuyuki a bit more to want to leave with a deadline too. Maybe he'll do that next chapter but I just didn't have time for it this chapter. That and he wanted to leave enough already.

Giroro and Natsumi are chill and happy with each other again. All is right in the world.

Please review.