Luckily, Lin didn't say anything when I walked back in. I know he must have seen what transpired between Meguni-san and I, but all he said when I walked in was, "I hope you know what you're doing, Mai." I give him a secretive smile and a wink, before placing his tea in front of him.

I sit down just as Naru and Uto-san walk back in. Uto-san smiles at me from the door way while Naru makes a b-line for the tea. Standing, I smile at our client, "Uto-san, are you sure you wouldn't want a few hours of sleep? I'll wake you up when any activity occurs."

"Thank you, Mai-chan." Uto-san says, "But in all actuality, you wouldn't have the time to wake me up. I'd rather you help Aiko." A fond smile comes to my face. He's such a good father. Father's like him make me want to believe that their are good men in the world.

I walk over to him and take his hands in my own, "Would you like something to drink or eat? I'm a very good cook, you know." I toss him a smile.

His face brightens, "Um, y-yes please, M-Mai-chan." I grin and make my way back to the kitchen to cook something.

All of a sudden, the EMP meter goes off, and I jerk back in to the room. I look at the monitors to see Aiko being lifted in to the air.

Oh no.

I run out of the room and in to Aiko's room. All of a sudden, I feel a familiar pressure come on to my body. I know what this is.

I reach out with my PK-LT and grasp Aiko. I grin to myself; I thought so. Just as suddenly as Aiko had been raised, she falls back on to her bed with a gasp. I keep hold of her as her PK-MT tries to get loose again.

My knees begin to shake and panic flits through my blood stream. I'm using too much energy to push back Aiko's powers. I'm going to faint!

NARU!

"Hello, pretty lady." A male voice says from behind and then I finally black out.

Yasu's Point of View:

I've never seen the boss this agitated. He was glaring at the camera as we watched Mai control Uto-chan's PK-MT. I've already figured out that that's what it is by now.

"That girl is so stupid." Masako comments quietly. Her sleeve was covering her mouth, but I'd bet several thousand yen that she was frowning.

"How long exactly has she been missing?" Madoka asks, sitting next to Lin by his computer.

"An hour and ten minutes," Monk says, scratching his stubbly beard, "How long does it normally take for Mai to wake up from a black out?"

"An hour." Ayako says, "And it takes her fifteen minutes to lose the dizziness."

"Dizziness?" Uto-san says, "I'm not sure I understand."

"Mai has frequent black outs." I supply, "She's basically a danger magnet and ghosts are drawn to her undeniably. She has this beacon of light around her. The fact that she can see them is reason enough for them to notice her, but she also has PK-LT. It's the ability to control a living being. Another words, Mai is able to control any thing with a heart beat. However, the ability takes a toll on Mai. She normally has black outs after."

"So who ever that man was behind her didn't knock her unconscious?" Uto-san asks.

I shake my head, and push up my glasses, "No. He didn't. Mai used too much energy while she was stoping Uto-chan's own PK abilities."

"Wait, I'm confused." Ayako says, "Aiko-chan had PK?"

"Mai must have realized that Uto-chan's nightmares were a result of her own living hell." Masako says quietly.

"You can't mean—" Ayako whimpers, a hand over her mouth.

"Yes." The boss man says from by the computer. He turns around and leans on the table with his arms crossed over his chest, "Uto-san's daughter is the victim of sexual assault. Whoever it was must have abused her several times until her powers emerged from the fear and anguish. Her mind duplicated the event and her powers forced her to relive it repeatedly." He brings up his hand to his chin, a movement that meant he was thinking. I know because I do the same thing, "Considering the number of handprints on her, I'd say that it was at least ten times."

By now Uto-san was sobbing to himself. It's a good thing that Uto-chan was still in her room. She was peacefully asleep in her bed. However, if Mai was here, I'm sure she'd tell the boss man off for being so blunt, but Mai isn't here.

That makes me think of another issue.

"Wait, so who would be doing this all to Uto-chan? I mean, they'd have to be around often enough and left with Uto-chan to be able to do it several times."

"Noll." Lin says, making all of us turn to him. Instead of saying something he begins to play back some footage from earlier. We watching at Kei Meguni assaults Mai, and after a moment of hesitation, she kicks his ass.

"What a slim ball!" Ayako shouts.

Uto-san is angry now, "I let him stay in my house more often than not. He watches Aiko for me when I'm at work. I pay him a lot."

"Well, you're paying the wrong man." Madoka growls. I could see the anger churning in everyone. Even Lin was typing a little harder than normal on his lap top.

"What room does he normally stay in?" Monk asks, "Maybe if we search his room, we can find where he might have taken Mai."

"No need." A voice says from the door of the room. We all look to see Meguni with a knife to a disoriented Mais' neck.

The room drops in temperature. We all knew instantly who that was. Lin casts a glance in the boss's direction, but he doesn't say anything. Even if nothing was being shown on his face, I could tell how angry the professor was. The fact that he looked ready to pounce could also mean something.

"Seriously?!" Uto-san bursts, his face red from anger, "What did either one of those girls ever do to you?!"

"That other bitch is just because she's tight." Meguni sneers, "But this one is gorgeous. And I bet she's just as tight as that other one."

"Let her go!" Monk growls, his fists balled up at his sides.

"Now why would I do that?" Meguni drawls. He chuckles, "Surely, you must understand that I should keep her. I mean, look at her." Meguni trails the knife down Mai's neck and in between the swell of her breasts, "She would be such a slut between the sheets. I can bet on it."

"What did you just call her?" Madoka roars, her face angry. She darts forward but Lin catches her before she can touch him, "You better shut your mouth, you perverted asshole! Let Mai go you basturd!" Madoka's scary when she's pissed.

"Geez." Mai's muffled voice comes. We all glance down at her to see her hand coming up and wrapping around Meguni's, "If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask."

What?!

Meguni grins, "Really?"

"Really." Mai's voice is soft and silky. I've known Mai long enough to know that she wasn't flirting. Nope. She was so pissed off.

We all watched with our mouths dropped open as Mai stands up completely. I can't see her eyes. Her bangs had come untucked from behind her ears (where she normally kept them) and they covered her eyes. Mai turns toward Meguni and

I see his eyes widen as Mai's eyes meet his.

That's another issue with Mai's PK-LT, she has to make eye contact with the person she wants to manipulate. If she doesn't, then it takes a larger toll on her body.

Suddenly, Meguni drops the knife and punches himself in the jaw. He continues to hit himself on various parts of his body. His fists make contact several times before Masako walks forward and places a hand on Mai's shoulder. The punches stop and Mai bites out, "That's for the six year old girl that you assaulted, you nasty son of a bitch." Then Mai turns around and collapses on to the couch.

"Mai, tea." Naru says for the fifth time today. I groan and make my way to the kitchen. I swear, I don't understand how one, or even two (though, I'm pretty sure that with Naru's horrible tea addiction, one of them has given out by now) human kidney could consume this much tea.

After I'd collapsed, Uto-san had called the police and they'd arrested Kei-kun. It turns out, after further investigation, that he was wanted for several cases of rape and molestation. He'd raped several girls from his school and molested several kids that he's babysat in the past.

Aiko was currently in quite a few therapy sessions. Uto-san was worried about his daughter, not that I could blame him. If I had a six year old daughter that had even been looked at oddly, I'd have locked her up and thrown away the key.

Naru contacted his parents and they'd sent out one of their very own therapists. The man that they'd sent was not only intelligent and caring, he also knew a way to help Aiko with her newly emerged PK-MT. Not to mention he was very good looking.

The bruises on Aiko's body have begun to fade, from the way Uto-san was talking earlier this morning. I mean, of course I'd called him to see how Aiko was. The little girl was so sweet, if a little rude at first light. I'm sure she'll grow in to a beautiful young women, and hopefully put all of this behind her.

I take the kettle off the stove after it whistles, and insert the leaves. I grab the kettle and bring it to Naru's office. I enter silently without waiting for consent. I place the kettle on his desk, and turn around to leave, but freeze when he calls after me. I turn back around, "Yes, Naru?"

"Take a seat." He says in a monotone. I tilt my head in confusion, but sit in the chair across from his desk.

I wouldn't ever tell him, but I absolutely adored this chair. It may be solid black, but it was soft and very thick. And so comfortable. I would absolutely adore it if I had it (if I had an office to put it in, anyway).

"You have the next week off." He says after finally looking up from his paperwork. His face was completely emotionless, and I couldn't read anything from it. It was an odd concept for me. Normally, I'm a people person, and I can read people well. After working with Naru for a year (before he left for England, anyway), I'd gotten better at reading people. Specifically people that were drawn in to themselves.

Basically, people like Naru.

"Wait." I say, confusion lighting my tone, "Why do I have the next week off?"

"BSPR is remodeling the office. Instead of just this office room, they've bought the entire building. However, there's going to be a few people that are going to come and decorate the entire building." Naru sighs, and it's then that I see the agitation in his eyes. He doesn't want this. I'm nearly positive he'd be completely happy with the same small office that we've always had.

"So I have the day off so I won't be in the decorators and movers way?"

"Precisely."

I open my mouth, but then close it. I want to ask. I really do, but I'm afraid that he'll just call me stupid or something to that nature. He does it often enough. I'm nearly positive his favorite pass time is to think up new ways to insult my intelligence. It's not that I think I'm stupid by his teasing, it's just I'm a little worried that he might be some sort of sadist.

"Mai." Naru's deep voice penetrates my thoughts, and I become away that he's been calling my name for a few moments now. Naru glares at me, "You were about to say something. What was it?" Can't he say please once in a while? Is it really that hard? I know he's capable of it too! Not to mention when Naru asks a question, it's more like he's demanding an answer. I just don't understand how someone can be this business-like.

I blush and suddenly stand up, "Oh, it was nothing. Anyway, I'm going to finish my work. Bye Naru!" I make a b-line for the door, but he growls and I freeze.

"Mai."

I'm silent.

"Mai." This time he growls it. A shiver goes down my spine at the unexpected pleasure that course through me at the sound of Naru's deep voice growling my name.

I sigh, and my shoulders slump forward. I turn back around with my back to the door and my arms behind me. I bite my lip before answering his question/demand, "Are you and Lin going to have the week off?"

He looks surprised for a split second, before schooling over his features, "I will be here with the decorators. Madoka won't allow me to keep Lin for the next week." He leans forward and rests his chin in his palm. Now, the handsome professor looked annoyed with his former teacher, "That woman is going to give Lin a heart attack before he's forty."

I roll my eyes, "Don't be so dramatic, Naru. You sound like a teenage girl whose gotten her boyfriend stolen from her. Lin's only thirty." He glares at me, and it sinks in that I just compared him to a teenage girl.

Oops.

I toss him a cheesy apologetic grin, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "Is that all you wanted, Mai?"

"So you're going to be here alone?" I ask, completely ignoring his question.

"Yes, Mai." Naru says, annoyed at my lack of response for his questions.

I make a noise in my throat that makes Naru look up at me, confused. I sigh, "Well then, I'll see you tomorrow at two." I open the door and begin to walk out.

"Maybe you misheard me." He calls, sounding really pissed at me now, "I said that you—"

"I heard you, Naru." I turn back to him, "Thanks, but no thanks. I haven't had a day off in three years. Even if I did get a day off, I wouldn't know what to do with it, much less an entire week. So I think I'll just come keep you company here, and bring you tea when needed. I promise I won't get in the way, but I really don't have anything better to do."

He watches me for a moment, before he sighs (for like the third time since this conversation started), "The decorators and movers will be here at two-thirty. So be here between two and two-thirty."

"What time are you getting here?"

He watches me for a moment before answering, "Then I guess I'll see you at one-thirty."

I grin at him, "See, your getting the concept of this now." He loses his mask for a moment and blanches, and I giggle at his expression before finally leaving his office.

I walk in to the office just as Naru is sitting down on the couch. He looks up when I enter, but doesn't say anything to acknowledge me. As I move about the office, a comfortable silence envelopes us. It's about fifteen minutes of me being there before I sit down. A fresh pot of tea is on the coffee table between the two chairs that Naru and I are sitting in, and I've got the latest book written by my very own narcissistic boss.

"Which book is that?" He suddenly comments after I'm reading for about ten minutes. I finish the sentence that I'm reading before looking up at him. Curious blue eyes peer back at me as I blink at him.

What he asked sinks in, "Oh! Um, the latest." I show him the cover.

Naru raises an eyebrow, "That ones not due to be released to the public for another three months, Mai. How did you attain it?"

I grin, "Madoka."

He rolls his eyes, "Madoka." He could play like he disliked the woman all he wanted, I know that he adores her as his sensei.

We both go silent again and I continue to read. All too soon, it's getting close to two-thirty. Naru and I hadn't made anymore conversation, except for when he though it was necessary to tell me new tea was needed. A knock on the door had us both looking up from our respective novels and Naru stands to open the door. A women dressed in tight jeans and an even tighter shirt grins at Naru with her overly white teeth, "You must be Shibuya-san." Naru raises an eyebrow but remains silent. She grins back at his lack of response, obviously taking it the wrong way. Naru was staring impassively, and I'm nearly positive that she thought he was checking her out, "I'm the decorator that was hired. My name is Tsuki Karura."

"Kazuya Shibuya." Naru holds out his hand for the blonde women to shake, and she does so with a perfectly manicured hand.

She pouts, "Sorry to ask this of you, but would you mind refraining from being here for the next hour or so? I have to think about what I want to do with the building." She suddenly grins and tosses him a look that could be considered 'flirting' and she bats her fake eyelashes, "But after, you can come and go as much as you want." By now, my blood was boiling. Who does she think she is?

Naru reaches over and grabs both my and his jackets, "Mai. Come." I grab my purse from on top of the table (I hadn't put it in my locker today) and follow after him with out so much as a glance at the now shocked decorator.

"You're really good at that, aren't you?" I comment as we walk down the street.

"Good at what?" Naru asks, looking around periodically and walking next to me. To anyone else, it would look like we were on a date and he was trying to find a way out. However, I knew that he was just paranoid and was trying to avoid the paparazzi. Ever since we all found out that he was really Professor Oliver Davis, a lot of his actions made sense. Like whenever he refused some type of television interview or a photograph.

"Dodging women." I say, moving closely next to him, "Do they always come on that strong?"

Naru's quiet a moment, before he answers, "Since I hit puberty. Gene went through puberty before I did and girls already loved him because he was…" he trails off.

I smile to myself, "He was… Gene?"

He glances at me from the corner of his eye. Something flashes in those midnight blue eyes before he faces the front again, "Apparently though, rude and silent was something that all girls wanted in high school. Eventually, I was agitated enough that I graduated when I was fifteen."

I grin, "I can't believe you pushed yourself to graduate because of some girls wanting to date you, Naru."

"I never pushed myself." He said, "Academically, I was ready to graduate by the time I was eleven. I just stayed for Gene." He pushes the door to a café open and we enter wordlessly. Without asking Naru, I walk over to a booth and slide in.

Naru sits across from me. I guess he doesn't mind me picking the place to sit. We look through the menu and order when the waiter comes. We're both silent for a moment before I sigh, "What are we supposed to do for the next hour? We can't possibly stay here."

Naru sighs and sits back in his seat, "I don't suppose we could."

As if answering a silent prayer, my phone rings suddenly, and I dig around in my purse until I find it. I grin at the caller I.D. before sliding the little green button across the screen, "Yasu!" Naru rolls his eyes at my happy greeting.

"Hey boss woman!" Yasu greets, "Do you so happen to have any free time today?"

"Uh, I'm free for the next hour or so, why?" My curiosity was peaked, and from the way he was leaning closer to me, it seemed Naru's was too.

"Do you want to go bowling?"

"Can I bring someone?" I ask immediately; Naru's eyebrows come together. He hadn't heard what Yasu said.

Yasu laughs, "Yeah! The more the merrier!"

"Awesome. See you soon, Yasu." I lock the phone back and grin at Naru, "Do you so happen to know how to bowl?"

"YASU!" I shout from across the room. The man in question (and the rest of the bowling alley) looks over at me. Naru's irritated sigh can be heard from behind me. Oh well. He knew how loud I was before he came in public with me.

The darkened lights of the alley make it difficult to see, but I've marched my way through enough blackened basements and secret passages to be able to make it over to Yasu. Even without all the black lights swirling and spinning around to up beat pop music.

Naru follows closely behind me, while ignoring all of the girls that turn to gawk at him. I swear, I don't understand how he can do that so easily. If guys did that to me, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

"Boss man?" Yasu says, confused, "Are you two on a date or something?" A smile stretches across his face.

My face heats, "What? N-No! Of course not! Why would you think that?!" I begin to freak out while Naru just stays quiet behind me.

Yasu chuckles, "Whatever. Listen, Mai. I called you because my friend wasn't going to show up, but she showed up anyway. So I was just going to give you a lane to yourself, but since you now have an acquaintance," Yasu tosses a look that I can't read in the dark-haired man's direction, "you two can play together. Your lane is over there." He points all the way to the other side of the bowling alley.

I glare at the college student in front of me. I know he's lying. Naru obviously knows it too because he's glaring right next to me. The professor moves toward the lane provided, and he grabs my arm on his way to tug me behind him.

I go without complaint.

"Stupid Yasu…" I grumble, my arms crossed in front of me. I can't believe him! He's such a traitor. He put Naru and I right in the middle of two groups of girls playing a game. Is he honestly serious?! Naru's been avoiding their glances and flirty smiles for the past five minutes while glaring down the rows at Yasu.

I sigh, "I'm sorry Naru. I dragged you all the way over here and you get stuck in this situation."

Naru raises an eyebrow, "You sound as if we're about to die."

I laugh, "These girls do look ready to kill me." He glances up at the girls that are currently glaring at me with all of their might. He glares back and they all flinch.

Suddenly sighing, Naru stands and shrugs off his jacket and also his scarf. He also pulls off the sweater to reveal a long-sleeved black t-shirt. After folding them over the back of the chair, he walks forwards and picks up one of the black bowling balls. He weighs it in his hand before walking over to the machine and punching in our names.

What the hell—?

After the game on the machine is set up, he walks towards the isle and throws the bowling ball smoothly in one fluent motion. My jaw drops.

All of them?!

"No way!" I shout, standing up, "What the hell, Naru?! I thought you said you've never bowled?!" That's what he's told me in the car.

Naru turns towards me slightly, and the corner of his mouth lifts up. I'm struck by how utterly handsome he is with even just a half smile on his face. A noise leave his throat that could be considered some type of laugh, "I lied."

I feel the reluctant smile stretch across my face, and I giggle, "You stupid jerk." I shrug off my jacket and flip it over the back of the chair. I roll my shoulders and march over to the ball racks.

Game on, Naru.