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°˖✧Icons Crown✧˖°

"It sucks that he passed out when he was so close to making it to the finish line."

Now dressed in a pair of her favorite pajamas, Ari flops onto her bed with a heavy sigh. She tucks her arms behind her head and looks up at the ceiling, a small smile on her face. "Yeah, it totally does. But he did really well. I'm proud of him."

Megumi hums softly, flipping through a magazine that Ari picked up for her at the convenience store recently. "Yeah, I am too. I can't believe Ritsu got ninth place! Talk about a talented guy..." She hums. She flips to another page, taking note of the fashion displayed on it. "... I wonder what he was trying so hard for. It couldn't be for no reason."

"The reason is because he's been working really hard at the Body Improvement Club, duh!" Ari exclaims, pumping her fist in the air. "And he wanted to show everyone that he doesn't have to use his psychic powers to do well. And he did exactly that, don't you think?"

"Well, sure... before the whole 'passing out in the middle of the course' thing happened."

She's about to retort about that, but then she suddenly gets a sick feeling in her stomach. The air in the room has suddenly turned sour. She sits up, then, and she feels her heart leap into her throat at what greets her when she does that.

A man with dark hair and a smile on his face is crouched down onto her windowsill, staring right in her direction with closed eyes. The window was closed just a second ago, so how...?!

"Well, well, well. What a sweet smelling room this is," he comments nonchalantly as if nothing is amiss. As if he's not breaking and entering.

A shiver goes up her spine. She's getting a terrible feeling from this man. He's clearly a psychic like her, and he's likely incredibly strong, but she's not going to stay still and do nothing.

Megumi scrambles to hide under her bed, and she uses one of her tendrils to shoot out, seeking to grab him and throw him out of there. But he simply moves his body just enough for it to miss. Then, he grabs it with his bare hand. "Well, that's no way to greet a guest, Anaya-chan," he coos. "And here I thought you and I could be friends!"

"W-Who are you?!" She demands.

She blinks, and suddenly, he's gone. Then, she feels her bed dip under a person's weight. She whips her head around, finding the man sitting on her bed like he owns the place.

"Who I am is none of your concern, little girl. I'm not here to do anything you might think. I'm not a sicko."

She quickly gets off her bed, her hands trembling. She pushes them outward, sending her tendrils to mimic the motion. They barrel before him, but before they can make contact, he jumps above them.

"Nice try, sweetheart," he murmurs into her ear. "But I've got bigger plans for you. Good night."

Before she can even register it, his hand comes into contact with a pressure point in her neck, and she tumbles forward.

The last thing she hears before everything goes dark is Megumi crying out her name.

She wakes up to the man carrying her around like a sack of potatoes with one arm. He's holding a phone to his ear and he's chatting to someone. "I got the girl, boss," he says, that smile of his never faltering even an inch. A moment passes before he continues. "Yes, this is definitely her. She was quite the feisty little thing. She could be quite the terror when she's old enough."

"But of course. I don't imagine brainwashing her will be easy at all," he chuckles at whatever the other person says. "She seems like one of the most stubborn little ladies I've ever had to deal with. I'll just have to bring her along to visit the prime minister. You don't mind, right? No? Great."