Koishi seems to have taken notice to a piano and I had learned she could play beautifully. Hauntingly, she was playing the tune to funeral dirge, leading me to wonder as to why my little sister would play something like that. No one died, thus there is really no reason to play funeral dirge. Perhaps, she expressing some sort of sadness to a loss that she hadn't the time to mourn. Of course, Koishi doesn't really think and I not sure of if she feels. I leave Koishi to playing her funeral dirge and I go off to see how the others are doing. I watch as Ran and Ren have an idle but gentle argument about Ran eating those rice cakes and only those rice cakes.
"Surely, dear, you could eat something else."
"No, I'll eat what I am eating, at least I am eating at all."
"Yes, yes, eating is all well and good but eating only rice cakes aren't good for you and, if you are eating only those things, then you may as well be starving."
"Well, I'm not."
"No, no, you're not but, dearest, if I were eating nothing but those things you'd be the first to complain."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is so, and eating only those things could lead to a nutritional deficiency, which hurts the health, much like it is doing yours, dearest."
Of course, it wasn't so much as an arguement, as Ren was right and was merely trying to convince her to come to his point of view, using exactly the correct words and not belittling her opinion on the matter, and it seems she has come to his side, pushing away the rice cakes she was always eating and reached for pork sashimi. I've eaten one of those rice cakes once and I found them to taste more like cheap crapass dog treats.
A few hours later, Koishi was still playing the piano. No one bothered to question why there was a piano playing, even if it were playing a funeral dirge. However, someone did seem to notice and I could hear her wheeping. Yukari. She wasn't sane enough to where I could understand her thoughts but I could understand she was upset about something. I found her sitting up in bed, almost like a image on the ninth of swords tarot card. She was wheeping and holding a thin razor blade, the kind that I've used to cut coke with. I placed two and two together and realized that she going to perform the unthinkable. In seeing her, I walked over to her and gave her a hug, taking the blade from her. I held it up, pointed to it, and said, "There is so much to live for, you don't have to do this, the spirits have long forgiven you."
After that, Koishi played a much happier tune.
"Ducksie, oh, your hair is coming back."