"We're here for you to consider the offer again. We're the Mekakushi-Dan." She said nonchalantly. Your eyes grew wider than it is before.

"The name is Kido." She introduced herself to you. Well, at first you thought she's a he because of how she acts and look. But no.

"Geez, Kido. Stop being so cold! You're scaring (F/n)!" Seto abruptly stopped her.

"I-I was...? Gomen, (F/n)." At first you thought this girl is cold as ice but again, no.

"I-it's alright." You barely replied.

"So, (F/n)-chan, what do you think?" An orange-haired girl stood in front of you. You looked at her, sensing something familiar.

"I-Is that... Momo Kisaragi?!" You exclaimed inside your mind.

"Yes, she is~" Someone replied.

"W-who's that?!" You panicked. Kido placed her hand on her forehead, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I thought you don't like reading somebody else's mind, Seto?" Kido sighed.

"Well~ I think I can make an exception." Seto nervously grinned.

"What do you say, (F/n)~ We've given you time already~" Alas, the boy with a cat-like eye said.

"..."

Speechless.

That's all you are now.

You can't talk. You're just so taken aback by all this. You can't even manage to construct a sentence. And you just froze in place. You're in a hot seat indeed.

"Um... (F/n)-san? Are you alright?" A small yet cute girl addressed you. She has a long, wavy white hair with red eyes. And she looks like she's from a province judging by the way she dress.

"...I-I..." You trailed off.

"Well, it's just two choices, (F/n). One is yes and one is yes. Pick one~" Kano grinned beside you.

"Is that even a choice...?" A kid, maybe a 5th grader said.

"Of course, Hibiya-kun~" Kano said. The boy, Hibiya, sighed.

You contemplated. You're contemplating about your choice. What is the right one and what is not? You're still in a state of shock. And the group in front of you seemed like they're growing out of patience.

You thought for a while. It's not that bad to be with people like you. The problem is you; you have trust issues that's why you don't know if you should answer the question or not.

"Aww, come on, (F/n)-Chan! You just have to say yes, it's not that of a hard job~" Kano playfully pouted beside you.

And that's when you thought, No. You can live by yourself and without the help of these guys.

"(F/n)-chan, --" He got cut off by you.

"No." You replied, sternly.

"What?" He got taken aback. The other members was shocked as well.

"What did you say?" Seto asked again, hoping for you to rephrase your sentence.

"I said no." You answered strong and firm this time.

"If that's the case then it's fine, (F/n)-chan." Momo said and smiled. But you heard a huff beside you.

"Are you really playing that, (F/n)-chan?" Kano said as he leaned on the wall.

"Playing what...?"

"Playing hard to get." He crossed his arms.

"No. I'm not the type of person who does that." You retorted to him.

"Oh, are you~? Well, no matter your decision is, you'll fall to us~" And he smirked a bit. You swear that his face is really ticking you off.

"I won't be." You glared at him. He stared at your eyes deeply and managed to do a staring contest with you.

"Kano, that's enough." Kido commanded. Kano sighed and just shrugged.

"Well. I guess we'll have to get you next time~" He grinned. "See ya, (F/n)-chan!" Kano waved then left.

"Wow... He gave you a hard time, didn't he?" Hibiya asked you.

"Oh, no. Not much." You smiled a bit.

"Good thing, then. Just excuse him, he doesn't have anything else better to do." Hibiya said as he sighed.

"Well, you're right. Just seeing his face really ticks me off." You rolled your eyes as you saw his back while he was walking away from your sight. Hibiya chuckled,

"Finally. Someone who gets me. You should really consider that offer again, (F/n)-san." Hibiya suggested.

"Yeah, well, even if I do, my answer would still be the same." You looked at him. He heaved out a heavy sigh.

"Fine then. I guess we'll leave you now." He said as he walked away from you, following Kano and the others. The only one remaining remaining right now is Kido. She stood there, her body facing yours. You just looked at her, seeming to anticipate something from her.

"So--"

"Are you really certain about your answer?" She cut you off by asking. You hesitated for a bit but,

"Yes," You replied, sternly. "I'll say this again, no matter what you do, I would never Jin your group." You turned your back at her.

"Hm." A simple hum. That's what she replied. A hum that signifies being interested about your answer. You peeked at your back but she's already nowhere to be seen.

"Tch. No one and nothing's gonna change my mind about my decision." You muttered to yourself. You picked up the cleaning utensils and shrugged, putting the commotion that just happened behind your back. You climbed up the ladder once again and continued cleaning, especially now that there's still time before dawn.

{Somewhere}

On the other hand, the group that you once rejected met up to their usual place.

"We might have a hard time getting her to join us." Seto commented.

"Yeah, she's really playing hard to get." Kano, who's beside Seto, commented too.

"I find her interesting." Kido said.

"Kido-san, don't tell me-!" Momo suddenly gasped. But Kido already get the meaning of Momo's sentence and hit her hard on the head.

"It's not like that, baka! I'm not bi!" Kido gritted her teeth while Kano and Seto are stifling their laughs at the back. Momo just held her head tight with the excruciating pain.

"G-Gomen, Kido-san..." She apologized.

"But anyway, what are we gonna do about her, Kido?" Marry asked.

"We just have to get her down to the bone." Kido answered.

"What...?" They all said in confusion. Kido smirked a bit and looked at Kano.

"W-what?" Kano asked, panic rising from his veins.

"You're the perfect one for this job." Kido crossed her arms, assuring that her plan is a success.

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Naoko: *hides* I'm so sorry, guys!! This is terribly late but I promise to update soon! Until I finish my projects and find a way to update. Really sorry! *bows a hundred times*