Rinny: Well, this is officially my first story. I had something else in mind and started but I ended up not liking it. Hopefully I can rewrite it and turn it into my second story! That would be amazing. Well anyway, here goes the first story and I hope you like it. It's a bit OOC but that's how I planned it. I forewarn you, some characters will be acting a bit different than usual.

Mai: Alright who cares? Get on with the story.

Rinny: …You're so mean.

Mai: Yeah and cupid is a baby. Duh.

Rinny: …

Mai: Disclaimer- dontplaywithlove does not own Ghost Hunt or anything within the content of these chapters other than the fact that she wrote it.

*With Time*

Chapter One- How Different

I looked around nervously, eyes flittering around the room. I attempt to busy myself by digging my nails into my wrists. It stings and my skin slowly becomes a light scarlet color. I pay no mind to it and focus more on the pain. Focus on how it lets me know I'm still here, living, breathing and feeling. Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm awake or asleep, or dead or alive. The fear I have growing inside eats away at me as though I were a decomposed body and it was a pack of vultures and flies. I unconsciously shiver and sink my teeth into my bottom lip, breaking skin.

"Mai."

I snap out of my reverie and gradually my eyes trail upwards. Kit gives me a funny look and I release myself from the pain. The sensations still linger. I continue to gaze into her auburn orbs until she speaks.

"Can you talk today?"

The question is not new to me. There are days when my voice will hide. When I cannot speak aloud, but in my thoughts only. I let out a small breath and search inside myself. My throat opens slightly and I just barely allow my lips to part before a gentle, "Hi, Kit," comes tumbling out. I blink and she follows suit, letting a warm smile grace her lips.

"That's good," she tells me. It's always what she tells me. 'That's good, Mai,' or, 'Maybe next time, Mai'. But I don't mind.

In return I stand up carefully and grab the white plastic food market bag off of my desk. Every day for lunch I digest the same thing. In fact, it was the only thing I was able to stomach without puking, thinking of…them. My stomach flips and I hold out from letting my thoughts stray. Kit knows this and has stopped offering me anything else. She also knows it isn't healthy for me, that I'm not getting enough nutrition, but she doesn't say anything. She knows that I know it as well.

I keep my face neutral but soft, innocently gripping the back of my best friend's sweater with two fingers. I trail behind her, holding the food market bag at my side in my left hand. Kit is used to my touch by now. It is the same to me. The feathery feel of her clothes, the silky touch of her pale skin, the way the smell of vanilla follows her everywhere. Scripted into my hands and floating around in my head, I have the girl in front of me completely memorized. She recognizes me, too. My hands always clammy, eyes darting in every direction, the way I shake for no reason at random moments, the aroma of fear and cotton candy I carry, and the melon scent that wafts through my mouth. We surround each other. We need each other. Kit is my other half and I am hers. She holds me together. She keeps me sane.

My sanity should be well thought over, judged. I have a fair share of breakdowns, meltdowns, panic attacks and on special occasions, a seizure. It is all controlled and caused by the past that haunts me and the feelings I cannot shed.

Kit stops and I bump into her back. I lower my hand but before it makes it back to my side, it is entangled in Kit's as she leads me to the back of the school. Secluded and alone, a small forest in front of it, our backs to the school building, to the world. We continue to walk until we're facing the autumn trees. I slide down against the pure white wall, pulling my knees against my chest. The color is faded now, more of a light grey if anything. I remain quiet. Kit takes the bag from my hands and opens it, handing me a clear plastic wrapped, creamy orange bun. Melon bread. My eyes twinkle and I begin to relax, taking the bread from her hands. Staring intently, I initiate unwrapping my lunch, leisurely balling up the plastic and sticking it in the food market bag. The crimson haired girl next to me watches and I turn to her. I will not start eating until after her, and she is aware of that as well. Once more she flashes me a bright smile and opens her bento. Taking hold of the chopsticks, she separates them, resulting in a small 'crack'.

"I'm going to eat now. Thank you for the food."

With her left hand, Kit places her chopsticks between her fingers and uses it to claim a small portion of rice. Happily, she chomps down and giggles. "It's good." She nods for me to eat, too, but I can't. I look at her face, transfixed, observing the off track rice along her cheeks. She blinks as I lean towards her and shakily wipe it away. Kit blushes in embarrassment. I real back to my spot and hug my knees, nibbling on melon bread.

"T-thank you," she mumbles, biting back into her own lunch. I nod my head. We eat silently, staring off into space. It was the good silence though. The friendly type.

I finally decide to speak, "Kit."

She glances my way and I take that as an okay to talk. Normally I'm rather quiet, so whenever I do talk, Kit is all ears. She tells me I have a pretty voice anyway. I think that's too nice.

My words come out barely over a loud whisper, fragile, "I'm going to get a job." This causes my friend to freeze.

Us two met two years ago. I was fifteen then and fresh out of a job. It was maybe a two or three weeks after…after that man left. The money I had been saving up in case of emergency was out and I didn't know what to do. I was an emotional wreck. I hadn't gone to school the entire week, picked up a single call –I'd eventually unplugged the phone from the wall- or even left my apartment, for that matter. I would try to leave, but ended up breaking down before I left the door. Everything would remind me of them. I thought I would be strong and get over it, but it was easier said than done. I had lost all contact with my 'family' and if anyone came to visit, I made it appear as if no one was home. The pain I felt inside was unbearable. I was lifeless and drained, and I so badly wanted him to know that. No matter how much anger I put into him leaving, I couldn't be mad, I couldn't get over him. I wanted him back here in Japan, but I knew…I knew it wasn't possible. So I just stopped getting out of bed. I just lay there, only getting up to go to the bathroom. I stopped eating and after two days began to hurl. I accidently cut myself once on a glass I dropped and felt that the pain was rather pleasant. It hurt but I didn't mind it. My body craved more of it, and that's when I became a cutter. I thrived off of my knives. Anything sharp. I'd start by pressing the tip into my skin and slowly pushing more into until I'd draw blood. Just that was enough until soon I needed more. I'd hack away at my wrists, drawing pictures with my blood and trailing my knife up and down my arms, making sure to go deeper and faster with every second. One day I almost collapsed from blood loss. Luckily that day my land lord came by to pick up rent and found me, rushed me to a hospital. I would be dead now if it weren't for her. That's when my dreams started. I'd experience death after death after death. Every nap, every day dream. It was all so real. The pain, the fear, everything felt like a reality inside my mind. It was followed by my first seizure, then some panic attacks, a break down at more than one point in time and soon I was just living a nightmare. I would have much rather have been dead back then. But that wasn't the worst of it. Gene. He soon started reappearing in my dreams. I'd freak and think it was Naru. I'd cry, I'd scream, I'd be so frightened on the inside. It was too much. I was practically living in the hospital by then. And then…then I met Kit. She was a patient in the mental ward- which was where I had been transferred to. Kit was my roommate. At first she wouldn't talk. She was very happy for a mental case. Normally she'd smile and laugh or frown and watch me freak out in the room, going into panic mode. After the first time she watched me break down, I realized why she wasn't talking or saying anything. Kit mentally couldn't speak. Someone harmed her in some way which resulted in the fact that she just couldn't talk anymore. Well, she could, but she also couldn't. She calmed me down better than all the doctors after that. I trusted her. I really, really trusted her. She would hold me or tell me stories with her hands and that's what kept me pretty stable. I learned a lot about her in the amount of time we were together in there. She was an orphan, like me. Her parents died in a freak accident on a plane when she was my age. She had no family to go to and was put into a foster family's home where she was beaten and abused until she escaped and came here. The hospital let her in seeing as how she was so…unhinged. Kit had been there for three years by the time I joined rooms with her. After two weeks of staying with Kit, she began to talk. It was a miracle, the doctors say. Kit was never supposed to utter another word. I guess I changed that. We were close. Eventually Kit was let out but she refused to leave without me. She was 18 years old so a legal adult and came up with the idea to adopt me. It was no easy task but after a month or two it was settled and Kit and I lived together in my old apartment. The government refused to pay for our social security, insurance or anything else because of the fact that Kit was an adult. We made it by though. Just barely. Kit went to work at two different jobs and I did the cleaning, grocery shopping and cooking. Normally Kit came with when I went shopping because I couldn't handle it on my own. Kit was back to normal again whereas I was still as mental as before, but contained by my companion. It's been two years since and now I am almost eighteen and kit is twenty. I attend school and Kit decided to go not only for me, but for the education she's lost. We are both fourth years in high school. I'm still a cutter secretly, though I figure Kit knows about that, too.

That was the story of how Kit and I came to be. Now we are inseparable, a pair that will not be split.

"No." Was Kit's automatic response. I remained apathetic. Of course, I had been expecting that answer. Kit doesn't want me to work. I'm too frail. I could see something that would trigger a memory and I'd cause a scene. My headaches could start, I could collapse. Kit knows almost everything about me. I am but an open book to her. She's never forced information from me but gives me the time to tell her on my own. I give her a blank stare. Kit does so much for me, for my sake. I think…no, I know I need to step it up. I need to help her more.

"Kit, I have to."

She shakes her head frantically and takes another clumsy bite or rice. "No- No, Mai. I'm not- you're not going to work. If I have to, I'll get another job."

I am unphased. "Your already working two j-jobs," I take a breath. I haven't spoken this much in a while. "We…n-need the money." She just shakes her head more. She has refused to look at me now.

"No. You could-"

Emotion. It begins to rise in me but I force it down, knowing quite well what will happen if I let my feelings get the best of me. I cut her off, "I know." My face is flushed just from saying it and I inhale. Shock registers on Kit's face. She pales. I keep going. "I know, Kit… But you cannot- you cannot keep doing things on your- your own," I say slowly. I'm on my knees, wobbling to stay up.

Suddenly I feel guilty. Kit has a pained look in her eyes and I know I've hurt her.

"I'm…sorry," is all I can muster. She frowns and opens her mouth. After a second she closes it only to re-open it. "No. Mai, your right. I'm sorry. I know your used to doing things on your own so me being here is different, and I know you want to help but I'm…I'm so afraid, Mai." Her voice is barely audible now and she looks off into the sky. "Afraid you'll be hurt. This world is not a nice one and the last thing I want is-"

"Is for me…to get hurt." I lift the corners of my lips and place my hand over hers. "I can handle anything, Kit. I've been through a lot and surely I can m-manage this." I gaze back to the older girl to find her looking straight at me, a small smile on her face.

"Okay," she says. My eyes widen. "You can get a job…but only at a place I prove fit, okay?" I don't know what to say so I just nod. "Thank you, sweetheart," she pats my head and I close my eyes, savoring her touch. Just like Okaa-san...

Kit waves to me and hops off to her classroom. Unfortunately I am in class 4-B while she is in 4-A. I lay one arm against my chest and the other opens the door to the classroom. The talkative students suddenly go quiet after the realization of who has entered dawns on them. I cringe. It's all pity. I hear the whispers from behind me. I feel their gazes penetrating my back. I know. Sometimes, it's like I can hear their thoughts. I'm not sure if I'm imagining it or what, but I know I hear something other than a regular voice from afar.

I shuffle to my seat remaining passive. Mai Taniyama…the once bright and cheery and all-that-other-fluffy-stuff girl. Now I'm Mai Taniyama, the girl who cares for others, is completely alone besides Kit, un-talkative, afraid of everything, a cutter and mental case. The only similarity between the me now and the me from before is I'm still kind hearted… I'm greatly appreciative to still have that trait. It feels like it's the only part of me that is still me. I'm glad to not be cold hearted. Cold hearted… I stop walking and my breath speeds up slightly. Now I am panting. I shut my eyes and use the trick Kit taught me to try and calm down.

"Mai." I frown. The girl with the red hair sighs and motions me to come closer. I am hesitant but find myself scooting towards the girl. She taps the seat beside her so I sit. "We both know that it's getting a little out of control." I nod slowly, digesting her words. My eyes widen before returning to regular size. I have had more than three break downs in the last week. That wasn't good. Kit has noticed. Suddenly I am wary of every word that comes off her mouth. My hearing is keener and I am paying attention to what she has to say. "I know it's hard for you. I understand how difficult it is to control yourself. But do you think if maybe I showed you a way to be more careful, you would give it a try?" I am confused. Control? Never before would I have thought I could 'control' it. My emotions were an entangled mess, mixed with my thoughts and fears and everything else going on in my brain. The thought to prevent freaking out has never even occurred. I tilt my head, anxious to hear more. Kit nods and goes on, "This always worked for me back when…when I was being hit. I was scared and in pain. The only way I could endure it was to count." I furrowed my brows. How on earth could counting help me? "Here let me explain. When you start to become overwhelmed by your feelings just close your eyes and count. Count all the way to one hundred if you have to- or even further, Mai." She smiled. "The counting gives you something to pay attention to and changes the course of your minds thoughts. Like for me. If I would count, it was almost as though I could disappear inside my head while I was…you know." I start to comprehend what she's saying and nod. "Will you try that for me, Mai-chan?" I agree. It was better than nothing.

I let out a steady breath of air. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. I stop.

My eyes flutter open and I exhale again. Better. I like using this technique. It helps me. Only once before has it not worked. I trust it as much as I trust Kit. I look around and notice a few kids staring at my hand and murmuring to each other. I look down. Ah.

Blood. A small amount trickles down from my palm to the floor. I blink and unclench my fist. I guess I had been pressing my nails into my hand. My head turn upwards and some give me sad glances. I turn my head.

"Mai? Mai?"

An unfamiliar voice calls to me. I look behind me to see a girl with dark blue braids and large, olive green eyes. She smiles and gently takes my wrist, examining my hand. "It isn't too deep. How about I take you to the nurse and we'll get it wrapped?" I stare at her, perplexed. Something about her hangs around my head but I can't quite figure out what. She notes me staring and smiles like a Cheshire. "Okay? We have time before class." I nod. It was strange. Most people don't talk to me. At school I am always talked about, but never talked to. It felt…nostalgic, somehow. I think back to the days of hanging around after school with Miharu and Keiko, telling ghost stories and laughing together. I bite back a whimper. A wave of a hand in front of my eyes drags me out from my reverie. I snap my head up. The girl in front of me giggles and leads me out of the class. "You're an odd one. I'm sorry, but we haven't officially introduced. I'm Arikawa Kona. Call me Kona-chan, okay? And don't bother; I already know your name, Mai-chan!" I am silent, listening to the girl -Kona-chan- go on. "I'm not sure if you know me or not formally, but I'm the vice president here. I mean I'm sure you've heard my name, who hasn't? Haha, well anyway, it's nice to meet you, Mai-chan!" Kona sticks out her hand in front of me and I fix my eyes on it. She sweat drops and with her left hand grabs my uninjured one, pulling it into hers. I blink at her sudden contact and my eyes grow. "I know it's sudden 'cause we just met, but I think you and me should be friends! I see you hang around Kit-chan a lot, too. I hear she's twenty! Is that true?" Unable to form words, I nod. Her eyes sparkle and I imagine myself with those eyes. How I used to act so childish and my eyes always gleamed with curiosity and innocence. The thought stabs my chest. "That's cool. Well looks like we're here," she says, knocking lightly on the pale blue door. I look her over. Arikawa Kona… Her mouth never seemed to have been put down from her overly large grin and she looks at the world with such passion…I am tugged inside a room after faintly hearing a, "Come in!"

A woman in her late thirties sits at a desk, analyzing data from her paperwork. Her long, jet black, curly hair sits over her shoulder. Her lips plump and red and with skin as pale as the moon. Square framed glasses adorn her face along with a pair of beautiful brown eyes to go with. I am in awe. I had no clue our nurse was so beautiful…but then again, I haven't been here since my first year in high school. I swallow the lump in my throat at the word 'beautiful'. Kona pulls me inside, giddily announcing to 'not be shy'. I timidly take a seat in a small, black chair.

"Nora sensei! I have brought someone who needs a small wrap up job," The girl says, plopping herself down on the long, navy blue cushioned patient's bed. The woman known as Nora sensei sighs and turns around in her swirly chair.

"Kona-chan, how many times have I told you no sitting there?" Kona pouts and sticks her nose in the air. I sit back quietly and watch the two bicker. Nora sensei sighs and puts on a smile, "Nice to see you again Kona-chan. So, who's your friend? Haven't seen her around before."

Kona's smile, if possible, broadened at the question. "Her name's Mai-chan. Got a cut in her hand."

Nora sensei glances my way and takes off her glasses, revealing more of her beauty. An aching fills me on the inside, looking at the glasses. They remind me too much of-

"May I see?" Our eyes lock and after a second of silence I agree. She walks over and carefully takes hold of my hand, examining it. "Uh huh. Kona-chan, mind washing that up please? I'll go get the cream so it won't get infected and some gauze." Kona jumps up and claps her hands together, excited. She makes it seem as though it was the best treat in the world. "Of course sensei!"

I am pulled from my seat and over to the sink. The energetic girl cautiously rolls up my sleeve. I allow my eyes to roam back to hers. They were different. I could tell. The sudden spark of immatureness was gone and replaced with a more serious, intent look. She was stern about just washing my hand. Kona treated me with delicacy, testing the water for its temperature before running my hand underneath and careful rubbing away the blood. A medical student. That must be where she's aiming to be. My suspicions were found correct as she spoke.

"I've always wanted to be a doctor. Ever since I was a little girl. I love to help people. Just knowing I can save lives makes my heart feel so happy. I've been studying so hard so I could get into Tokyo University and get into their medical program. I hear it's amazing. I help Nora sensei out sometimes, too. For practice." I make no move to say anything back. I figure she realizes this and continues. "I think it would be great to be able to work with the body, as well. I'm infatuated," she whispers. Suddenly something shifts within the new look in her eyes and she shuts the water off before I could really tell what was different there. I glance over my shoulder to see the nurse smiling at us, ready to go. Nora sensei sees me looking and motions me over. I follow and she sits me down on the cushion Kona was on before. "Hold out your hand." I do as she says and observe her work. She has her glasses back on and pats my hand dry, then rubs a dime sized amount of a clear gel like substance on my palm. A relief washes into me. A new sensation that was oddly recognizable. Kind of like Aya- I freeze up and could feel a round of panic set in. Before anything happens though, I hear sensei calling my name.

"-ai? Mai?" I jump and she gives me a worried look. I force a small smile. "I'm fine," I whisper. She nods, "Right. Well, your all done here little miss. Back to class." She chuckles as Kona groans. "Thank you," I say, and stand to leave. As I am about to exit the room, Kona calls out, "Wait! Here, I'll walk you back. We are in the same class, anyway." Are we? I hadn't noticed…

I agree and wait for my classmate to say goodbye and meet up with me at the door. That was quicker than I thought. But then again, the faster the better. It was nice to have someone talking to me other than Kit, but for some reason, I'd much rather be isolated than talking to this girl.

Kona-chan giggles, "C'mon then, don't want to be late! I hear we have a new teacher coming in today. He's going to be teaching all of our classes after lunch. No one has seen him before though. It's so exciting!" I fight back the smile wanting to break out. I wonder if this was how contagious my laughter was back then.

We walked –me being pulled- along to the classroom. It was rather close to the nurse's office so it wasn't a far walk at all. Class 4-B. It was hard to believe it was my last year of high school. Just a couple years ago I was on my own completely and now I have Kit. Ever since I was…unemployed, I have been getting better grades in school. Though I'll admit I don't pay attention to a single sentence that comes out of my teachers' mouths. My grades were surprisingly high. I was an A student without trying. It just seemed like everything I looked at I knew the answer to. It didn't matter though. I was passing and so was Kit and it might be enough for a scholarship to college. If not, then we'll continue living how we are plus a job for me. I focused on what was going on around me. We had just entered the classroom and again I was receiving the stares.

"Why is Kona-chan with her?" "What's wrong with her hand? I know she's a cutter but…"

I tightened my fists for a second before releasing them to dangle at my sides. Kona grinned, "Ignore them." I didn't want to tell her that that had been what I've been doing since two years ago- ignoring other peoples thoughts about me, the looks and words thrown my way. I have experience with ignoring others. Something I am quite used to by now. Instead I let out a small, "Mm." She turns to me after reaching her desk, "Talk to you later, Mai!" I agree and walk quietly to my seat. Kona-chan goes on talking with her friends. I stay still and listen to them asking her why she was with a girl like me. She laughed at them and flicked her hand saying it was 'nonsense' and that 'she was a nice girl'. Part of me is warmed by her words, but the other part is wishing she'd just stop talking about me. She acts as though we are close when in reality we just met. I wonder why she even is talking to a girl like me. It doesn't make sense. Student council vice president who is as cheery as pie seen talking –even walking back to class- with me; the gloomy cutter girl who's mentally unbalanced. Who in their right mind would do that? The thought strikes me that I would've been the person to do that as well. Back then, at least. Now it would be considered normal to talk to another person like me. But that's just it- there is no one around here like me. I am my own category for a person, and in it, I am alone.

The sound of the door sliding open causes everyone to settle down. I fidget at my seat and put my hands on my lap, looking down. The girls among the room whisper and some squeal. Curiosity gets the better of me and I take the chance to glimpse up. A man, no less gorgeous than an American model, walks in. His bed head hair is medium length and a coal black color. His face is perfectly rounded and has a small tan to it. Eyes that gleam crystal blue like the ocean and a tall, lean figure that would make any girl swoon. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. Adorned in khaki slacks, a white button down inserted into his pants, black belt with matching dress shoes and a navy blue sweater buttoned up to his belly button he looked like a god. A binder is tucked under his arm and he takes the square framed glasses from out of his shirt pocket and onto his face.

"Better," he laughs.

The man walks at an unhurried pace to the podium at the front of the room. He sets down his binder and takes a moment to peek around. His ocean blue orbs remain on me for a moment and he smiles then turns back to the class. I shiver.

"Some of you might have heard that Tanaka sensei has fallen ill. Because of the fact, I shall be taking over the rest of your classes after lunch break. It is a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Koichi Okumara. Just call me Okumara sensei," Okumara-san flashed a smile. "I hope we all get along for the duration of my time here." Everyone in the classroom begins to clap, saying things like, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too!" or, "Welcome Okumara sensei." My lips part and a small breath of air leaves me. "I would love to get to know you all better so how about we do a little exercise so I can get to know your names. Sound alright?"

Kona-chan stands up and bows, "It is nice to meet you, Okumara sensei. I am Arikawa Kona the schools vice president. I think it is okay to say I speak for all of us when I state that that is a lovely idea." She turns to face the student as if asking for approval. A boy in the back agrees and calls out, "Why not?"

Okumara-san smiles wider, "Splendid. If you'd all sit now, thank you. We'll go down the rows and when it is your turn please stand, say your name and something personal about you. We'll start with myself then go on to the right side of the classroom first." Students take their seats now and watch carefully. I was in the last chair on the far left of the classroom, meaning I'd be last to go. I frowned. This activity was pointless. It would be much easier to get on with class and look at the roster sheet for names. Okumara-san clears his throat, "My name is Koichi Okumara and I believe in the paranormal." My pupils dilate and I could feel my heart leap. You know that feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach when you're really scared of something? The one that makes your legs feel like jelly and your mind starts to race. That's the feeling I had now at the word 'paranormal'. It seemed like it was forever that I was lost inside my head, inside my thoughts. I refused to freak out. Not now. Not in class. I collect myself and pay attention to the other things kids are saying. Next thing I know I'm hearing Kona-chan, three seats across from me, speak up, "My name is Arikawa Kona and I am actually a black belt in tae kwon do." Some mutter around the classroom. Apparently no one knew that. The teacher chuckles, "Impressive." I indistinctly listen as other kids go on and I'm so lost in thought I don't even here my name being called.

"ai? Taniyama Mai?" I flinch and barely lift my eyes to look at the person who said my name.

"It's your turn," Okumara-san says. I nod and stand. At first nothing comes out from me and I'm just staring down at my desk. After what might have been a minute or so, I still can't come up with anything to say. I decide to wing it. It's not like it's important, anyhow. "My name is…Taniyama Mai and I…every night I dream that I die." Utter shock plays out on everyone's faces and it becomes eerily quiet. Even I am taken aback at what I said. I lower my head so my bangs cover my eyes and sit, "Thank you."

The hush of the wind hitting the windows is the only sound that fills my ears. "Weirdo," someone says, breaking the silence. I recognize the voice and my muscles tense. Keiko. The girl I used to be best friends with has turned on me. Sure we stopped being friends after I came back to school from the ward, but never would I have ever thought she'd ridicule me. I suppose it was meant to happen anyway. It's true. I am a weirdo. Obviously spouting out the fact I dream of people's deaths to a class of high school students is a terrible decision in the first place. What's done is done. It's not like it affects my reputation. Ha, I have no reputation. A sickeningly remorseful smile touched my lips. I'm dead to the world. I let my nails dig back into my wrists and kept my head down. It was going to be a long day.

Rinny: So what do you think so far? And don't worry, eventually the SPR gang will come back!;D

Mai: Sure. It was alright. Not bad.

Rinny: I know right?(:

Mai: Don't be cocky.

Rinny: Sorry…

Mai: You made me a helpless little wimp. The hell.

Rinny: …

Mai: Review before I kick this girls ass.