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"Ah! S-sorry," Harumi cried, and hurried out after him. It was true that someone could see and take this the wrong way. Though, wasn't it even easier to believe something was going on with them actually sharing a room? She blinked, glanced to the floor, then up at him again, the faintest signs of a blush upon her cheeks. Just friends though, and even the friendship was brand new. There was absolutely nothing. She smiled and started off down the hallway. "I-I just have to turn in my key in the front office, I think."

"Alright!" Harumi smiled, pleased he'd actually be waiting for her. She couldn't remember the last time that'd happened. So in return, she hurried through the process of switching dorms. She went up to the front desk in the lobby and handed over the keys. The woman got on her computer, typed in a few things, asked some questions, and then Harumi was all set. The girl smiled and bowed thankfully, before hurring towards the exit. She stepped out and looked around, grinning as she saw him and approached. "I'm done, Zephel-san!"

Harumi smiled, gripping his hand lightly back, seeking comfort from the simple action. To her, it was a huge deal. Someone was holding her hand! She raced along at his side, smiling happily to herself. Maybe being forced to come here... wasn't so bad after all, she thought to herself, glancing up at him once more. She wasn't sure why they were running, but it was strangely fun, and she wasn't going to protest. "You don't have to worry about me so much, Zephel-san," she said suddenly. "I've been on my own until now. I can manage if needed... I don't want to be a burden."

Mizuki stopped at the doors to the girl's dorm, and spun on her heel to face Dredd again. "Thanks," she grinned, running over the day's events in her head. She'd met him by chance, in the village, and it'd turned out to be really fun. Except, well.. for the headache she'd developed, and the accidental prying she'd done, which she still intended to keep a secret from him, as horrible as that made her feel. She hesitated for a second, glancing at the ground, before lifting her head and speaking up again. "Well, I'll see ya later, ok? Goodnight!" She waved lightly, and turned to go, but stopped suddenly and looked back. "Oh, leaf on you're shoulder..." she murmured, reaching out to brush it off. But as soon as she'd made contact, that strange, annoying, familiar feeling came over her, and she snapped her eyes shut as if hoping that'd block out the image she knew was coming. She'd seen enough! But, of course, that wouldn't work...

This time, Mizuki found herself in a van, loaded with people all older than what she guessed Dredd to be. Someone was going over a plan of some sort, to which she listened carefully. She flinched when Dredd shouted, since it felt like it'd come from her own mouth, and even more when the driver started yelling at Dredd. She didn't understand why he was with these people. Firestarter? Why? Was this the type of thing she'd seen him preparing for before? Was this the memory that girl had been warning him about in the last one?

Forced to listen and watch, she heard Dredd's thoughts as he went over the plan. Apparently, he was to set up explosions in a cellar. And pretty soon, they had arrived and were heading inside. Some guy was getting yelled at, but Dredd just went about setting up. It seemed a lot of people got yelled at here... Mizuki sighed quietly, unable to do anything at all but let it play out like a movie, one that she couldn't pause or stop and escape from. She was getting a really bad feeling, though that might be because Dredd seemed nervous as well. She got the full effects of the memory. Every scent, touch, feeling, emotion, were all hers as well. She was just along for the ride, experiencing it all, yet being unable to do anything.

When the guy, Dredd's partner, started talking to him about a snitch, Mizuki's feeling grew even worse. You need to get out of here! she thought uselessly, knowing she couldn't be heard. But still, she couldn't help it. You need to hurr- And then there was a gunshot. She recognized it because only recently she'd seen someone fire a gun for the first time. And less than a second later, she was hurting more than she ever had in her life. She screamed, but it also went unheard, and her arm reached over to grip her other just as Dredd did, so for a split second she got a strange feeling like she'd moved it herself. However, she knew that wasn't the case. She clenched her teeth, watching the view shift. There were a few smaller pains on her cheek, dulled by the one in her arm, and suddenly the view darted forward as he lunged behind a wine rack.

She didn't realize at first, the weird sensation on his hand. She was busily focused upon the arm. But when he gasped, she actually did pay attention to the picture, and her eyes widened slightly. Fur... Was this his first time transforming? She screamed again, unable to help herself, when another bottle burst above her head. Or rather, over Dredd's head. It was a little confusing to think about. Suddenly she realized Dredd was crawling, and sobbing, and seeing strange colors and things. She wished now more than anything that she could stop it. Just press the button on the remote and run away. But, that wasn't possible. That strange feeling was everywhere, and suddenly, he'd jumped.

She winced as his screamed thoughts echoed around her head, also trying to figure out what was going on, and failing. It was overwhemling for her too. Claws, fur, red eyes, colors, fire... What was it? What was happening?! And suddenly, it was over. He was back behind the rack, peering out at the thoroughly shaken man in the center of the room. He raised his arm, and at first Mizuki didn't realize what he was doing. However, she caught on quickly enough. The guy found him, and there was another loud shot, but this time the terrible feeling didn't come to her. Instead, her eyes widened as she saw the man, in flames. And suddenly the single stick of dynamite he'd been left with exploded, right there in his pocket. She screamed, tried to lurch away, but Dredd was still there, blood spattering against his face, and she was unable to move him. He was crying, dropped to his knees, and soon was up again to make his escape. There was no one around now, something she guessed was probably good. She doubted he'd get away if he'd met up with anyone else in this state. He headed towards some woods, and then she found it difficult to think, realized that was because his own mind was going fuzzy. He apologized and she heard that familiar name again, before everything faded.

Mizuki staggered back as soon as she was able, nearly falling over as her legs almost gave out. Her hand clutched her shoulder tightly, feeling a strange, dull ache there, an aftermath of what she'd just seen and experienced. After a few seconds, she managed to convince herself that she wasn't hurt, and pried her hand away, instead wiping her face. She saw no blood. She exhaled shakily, staring wide eyed at Dredd, looking almost panic stricken. Then she suddenly lurched forward, arms around him in a tight hug. She was crying, her eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down her face. "I.. I.." she stammered, but was unable to say anything further. So she pulled back, then whirled around and fled inside the building, sprinting up stairs, not bothering to wait for an elevator, and not stopping until she was safe in her bed, hiding under the covers, and sobbing.

A young boy of around ten years old wandered into the dorm quietly, looking very nervous and scared. He had short brown hair that hung right over his amber-gold eyes, and was wearing a white button up that was a little oversized for him. He also wore baggy jeans that were oversized as well and he wore black sneakers. He was honestly unbused to the place and thought he was walking into the boy's dorm. "U-umm... This is where those other boys said my room would be... B-but... I don't think I should be here..." He muttered to himself quietly, walking past a door nervously. He could hear sobbing from behind the door and he couldn't help but linger. I really don't think I should be here... He thought to himself nervously.

Dorei looked at the door he had just passed as it opened and saw a young girl who had appeared to have been crying looking out at him. "Umm... I'm in the girls dorm aren't I?" He said, a sweat drop forming over his right brow. "Mind if I come in Miss?" he asked softly, his face rather red from the embarassment of being in the girl's dorms. Quietly, he walked towards her and let himself in anyway, getting a strange feeling she wouldn't care. After all, he was only ten and had no interest in girls of a very strange manner. "H-hello... My name is Dorei..." He said quietly, introducing himself quietly, his voice lightly shaking.

"Nice to meet you Miss Mizuki..." Dorei said softly, his voice still just a quiet, nervous peep. He observed her quietly and noticed that she had bed hair. She could have been crying in her sleep, or maybe she had just been huddled in her bed and crying. There were many explanations for one thing. He heard her ask if he was alright and sighed. "No... I can't say I am..." He muttered quietly, his voice floating along softly through the air. "But I should be asking you that... You seem worse off than me Mizu-tan..." He said gently. "Well... This group of boys told me... I could find my dorm here... I guess I got tricked though... huh?" He asked quietly, his face holding a deeply saddened, miserable look. All because of them, he had stumbled upon this poor girl who was apparently in some sorrow or grieving. He noticed that her hand went up to try and wipe at her face and he sighed. "Your face is dry... So... Don't worry about anything..." He said in that same small voice. "If I'm bugging you and you want me to leave... I'll go..." He said quietly, getting the idea she probably didn't want him around at the moment. She felt like a good person, but she seemed like she might be slightly irritable at the moment considering his intrusion.