After her nap, (y/n) got up for a snack and tea.
Thankfully her mom had already gotten some of her favorite snacks.
She made tea and poured some from the teapot into a cup and took a sip, how wonderful it was to have some relaxing tea in one of her family homes again.
She picked up her phone again to check for any messages and found some from Kiji. The motherly pheasant supervisor was asking if she was okay. She responded with that she was alright and was currently having tea.
She smiled at the picture he sent of Honey and Trois. The two were smiling and posing for the camera. Both were tremendously photogenic.

She took another sip of her tea and got up to find something to read. She found it in her father's office. A report on a pair of dangerous assassins. This interested the female and she sat down to read it.
Twins who were assassins, both remorseless killers. No doubt strong and skilled at what they did.
The picture attached to the file is what made her laugh.
The two were muscular males with wine red hair and eyes, but they were in maid dresses. The frilly headdresses completed their looks. 
(Y/n)'s cheeks were pink from laughing at the image of these dangerous criminals in maid outfits.
She placed the report back where she found it and went back to her room with her phone, she wished she brought some of her paperwork with her to do so she would not be so bored.
The cold bodied female laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"I probably should have gone with mom and dad to the prison.," the young woman said, "But... what if Elf or one of his infected inmates are there?"
She sat up and walked back to her room, she flopped onto her bed.
She had a bad feeling. Something was going to happen.
But what?
She saw the spider was in her room again, the same one. It had the same pattern on it.
The spider was sitting on her dresser this time.
"First a shark, now a spider.," the woman said, "They don't look natural in the patterns. If Elf is behind this, I'm not amused."
The spider climbed the wall back to the ceiling.
She picked up the doll of Shiro and looked at it, it was still adorable.
So many good memories she made with Shiro, the hope for a long lasting friendship with the blue haired male... all of them destroyed by Elf and the teens who pushed Shiro onto the train tracks.

(Y/n) looked up to the spider, "Hey, are you with Elf?"
She of course had no answer from the eight legged creature.
"You're still not going to get many bugs up there. The bugs are in the garden.," she said to the spider, "And I would hate to see a beautiful spider like you dead."
She sighed and checked her phone again, no new messages.
She looked through the pictures she got from her friends and stopped at the one Hitoshi sent her. Musashi had a confused expression on his face.
The expression on the German male made her chuckle, he was a real sweetheart under that rough exterior.
The young woman placed her phone down again and sighed, the bad feeling in her stomach had not gone away.
"Hey, spider.," she said, "Are you getting a bad feeling?"
No answer. It was an arachnid.

The young icy woman picked up her doll, "Time to visit the town and My parents!"
She packed up her purse and put the doll in the bag in a way it could peek out and look around.
Her smile as she left the house was wide.
Her heart felt happy as she walked with the doll in her bag, "Come on little Shiro, we can go have lunch. Ooh, maybe get some sweets instead and see my parents."
She looked at the posters that were up, "Ooh! A street festival for this town's anniversary! Street vendors, dancing and more!"
The icy female grinned, it sounded like so much fun!
She clutched her bag with joy, then released it. Her smile fell.
It would be more fun if she had her friends with her as she did. But her friends were dangerous criminals that were back in Nanba prison. And the guards who watched over them.
All she had was the doll that was of her first friend with her.

"It's fine. I can dance alone.," She said as she looked down, "I always did before you Shiro."
The female proceeded to walk solemnly to the sweets shop for a snack and tea.
She ordered the special and some tea that was recommended by the shop to have with the sweets.
She sat down once she received the snack and ate, the snack was nice and soft.
It was nice to eat. She thought that there were some in Nanba who would like this, like the supervisor of building 7 or rock.
She smiled as she thought of all of the supervisors, they were a colorful bunch. She had a few she liked more than others.
(Y/n) thought more. It was almost valentine's day.

She could make something for her patients and the supervisors.
She knew that her patients would like to receive some chocolate from her. But not Musashi, he hated chocolate for some reason. She would have to make him something else.
Her smiled widened as she thought of what to give others for valentine's day. She was off for a few days and had time to make homemade gifts.
Thinking of others and what she could do to help them made her forget her own problems, especially if the actions would result in other's happiness.
The young woman finished her sweets and tea and left the shop to go visit her parents at the prison. When she was leaving, she passed a woman with light pink hair and aqua eyes. The woman had an air about her that made (y/n)'s blood run cold. She quickly left.
What she did not see is that the woman saw the doll in her bag.

(Y/n) ran to the prison and was stopped by the guards, she showed her ID and was let in.
She made her way into the offices and saw her mother and father in their office, "Mom, Dad."
The two older Individuals looked up to see their daughter, her mom get up and hugged her.
"Hello sweetie, did you come to visit?," her mom asked and saw the red hand shaped marks on her daughter's chest, "What. Happened."
"Uh... Saved from a riptide.," the younger female answered.
Her mother's stern face looked at her daughter, "You really need to be more careful and think more about yourself. I hope you thanked the one who saved you."
"I tried, he was gone when I got up.," she said truthfully.
"Must be shy then.," her father said.
"What was even more unusual was the shark I saw. It had patterns on it that looked like tattoos.," the young woman said, "It was bumping me before I was saved."
"Strange.," her parents said together.
"I think what saved me was that ocean spirit I saw in Okinawa.," (y/n) spoke, "It was watching me when I was near the ocean."
"It could be your old friend Shiro.," Her father said with a smile, "He did like to protect you."

The young woman looked away.
"So, do you want to take a tour of our prison?," Her parents asked.
"No, I don't want to be a burden to the guards. I was thinking of going home and making gifts for my friends at Nanba.," the young woman said and her arm was taken by her mother.
The older woman smiled, "It will be fine. We wanted to show you our workplace for a while now."
"I work at Nanba, I know what prisons are like.," (y/n) said and was led on a tour of the prison her parents worked at.
It was towards the end of the tour that things got a little weird, she felt like she was being watched. The Evil air was back.
She knew that One of Elf's subjects were in her parents' prison, she hoped that the evil Elf would not do anything to her family like he did to her Shiro.
The tour ended and her parents were greeted by the guards that were in their home that morning.
The young woman listened to the report the guards gave, the female felt a pinch on her back and turned to see the wicked face of Elf.
He put his finger up to his lips, "Shh. Not a sound."

He pointed to her parents, "Don't want anything to happen to mommy and daddy do we?"
(Y/n)'s eyes widened, "What do you want?"
"Go back to Nanba and continue your work there. Stay near subject 15.," the elf said before grinning again, "And I won't hurt any of your loved ones, also don't tell anyone of our little chat."
The man disappeared back into the cell.
The cold bodied female knew she had to obey, her parents were in danger and this elf was dangerous.
The only way to keep her parents safe was to keep Elf happy, and he was going to keep using this to keep her under his control.
She walked to her parents once they were finished with the guards.
"Were you talking to one of the prisoners?," her father asked.
"Yes. He... just asked what the festival was going to be like.," the female replied.
(M/n) gasped, "I forgot about that! We have to go to the festival, all of us!"
"(M/n), we have work to do. But I guess we can go for the dance.," (f/n) said with a small smile, "(y/n), you should go have fun at the festival. Get a new dress, have some snacks, dance and just have a great time. Like you used to."
Her father's cold hand was placed on her head to pat her, she noticed that he winked when he said to get a dress.

(Y/n) said goodbye and left, "get a new dress huh? That seems like fun."
Should she get a traditional Kimono or a dress that was more of a western style?
Why not find one that was a cute combination of the both? She had told her parents about the kind of dress she wanted before. She giggled as she looked at the shops that had the dresses, many girls were in there and looking at the selection of clothing.
She looked through the window and saw it, the perfect dress she was looking for! It had the ruffles of a western dress and the elegance of a kimono all wrapped together in a perfect little outfit! It also looked to be in her size.
She went in and walked up to the dress on the rack, it had a snowy pattern on it with a few flowers on the long kimono sleeves.
"Hello.," the tailor of the shop greeted, "I'm afraid that one was a special order, you can look at the other dresses though."
"Oh.. it is a beautiful garment though.," the female said and looked at the kimono like dress, "It looks like the dress I wanted."
"Is that so? Are you perhaps Yukinohana-chan?," the tailor asked, "Her parents asked me to make it for her as a gift for her good work."
"That is my name! My last name at least.," the female responded.
The tailor looked at her then the dress, he smiled. "Fine, you can have it. Your parents already paid for it, go try it on.," the man said and gave it to her.

The female went into the back and tried the dress on.
It fit and felt good when she moved around, she could dance well in this.
She walked out of the back and twirled around in front of the mirror, "Oh! Kiji would love this!"
She took out her phone and took a picture, she looked at the picture. She looked amazing, she would probably look better with makeup.
She texted the picture to Kiji with the message asking for makeup tips.
It was then she realized that she accidentally hit a few more numbers than Kiji, she immediately sent apologies to those numbers.
Mitsuru was quick to tease, 'I'm saving this, it's going in the Nanba calender.'
There was no escaping teasing from Mitsuru, the man loved mischief and people.
The other numbers were questioning or said it was okay.
Kiji responded with some makeup names and tips. The pheasant guard also said that he showed the picture to Honey and Trois, the two inmates were impressed with the female's look in the dress.

She took note of what Kiji texted her.
The female jumped when a hand tapped her, she turned and saw the tailor again.
"Is something wrong?," he asked.
She showed him the tips Kiji sent her.
"Oh, you need some makeup help?," the tailor asked, "If you go ask one of the ladies at the salon, they will help you."
(Y/n) thanked the man and happily went to the salon nearby after stopping by a store to purchase the suggested makeup. In the salon was the same lady with aqua eyes and pink hair that set off (y/n)'s sense of danger earlier.
She kept and eye on the woman as she told the ladies what she needed help with and showed the ladies the makeup.
The ladies were more than happy to help.
It was just a few minutes and the cold bodied female was finally ready for the festival, she had one of the salon ladies take a picture of her to send to her friends and parents.
The young woman paid the two ladies for their trouble and saw the pink haired woman take a picture of her out of the corner of her eye.

(Y/n) went to the festival and found it was decorated beautifully, so many lights and stalls for games and food. She heard the live band playing music and people dancing.
It was just as beautiful as she remembered.
She held the doll of Shiro close to her chest, she was on her own in a festival for the first time.
She needed to relax and enjoy the festival. It was a time for celebration and happiness.
The female took a step to the music, time to dance.
A feeling of being watched still burned, this time she could not pin down where it came from.
She elected to ignore it and have a good time, Elf and whoever he worked with would have to writhe knowing she was happy when he wanted her miserable.
The beat and tempo urged her to move.
Dance moved through her body as she twirled and moved with the music, delicate and powerful all at the same time. Movement like the flurries of snow to a petal flowing on the wind.
Dancing on her own and having a smile on her face.
She felt a hand take hers and someone joined her for a dance.
The dance of theirs together was a blur, she was too focused on the music and her own movement to look for his face.

Their movements matched as they finished their dance.
It was a smiling man who let go of her hand, he disappeared as someone else took her hand to dance. Her next dance partner was one of the guards that her father had in the house that morning, the one that carried her to her room. He had changed into a more traditional costume.
She danced with him until she was tired.
"Sorry, your father told me to came here and have fun.," the guard said, "He also told me to look out for you if I saw you."
The male seemed to be very embarrassed and flustered.
"It's fine.," the female replied, "But have you seen anything odd around?"
"Not really.," the guard replied, "But I do see that you don't have your little friend with you."
(Y/n) looked to her bag and saw the doll of Shiro was missing.
"No! Little Shiro!," she exclaimed and started to look for the doll.
"Calm down, you can buy another right?," the guard asked and was met with a face of both irritation and sadness. The female's cheeks were puffed up.

"I'll help you look.," he said and turned to start looking, "You look nice by the way."
"Oh. Thanks.," the female said.
"So I hear you work at Nanba, that's awesome.," the man said, "I was thinking of transferring there once we get some more help for your father."
"It's not an easy place to work.," (y/n) responded, "There are some inmates that are plain dangerous if you aren't careful."
"Is that so?," the man asked and walked with the female, "Then how are you able to work there?"
the male was met with a smack to his head.
"I may be a woman but I am respected by those inmates that I built a relationship with, those boys are from some bad places and circumstances.," (y/n) said with a bit of a scolding tone, "Those inmates are also strong, stronger than you. You need to be able to handle people that normal humans would consider monsters."
The look in her eye chilled the guard.
"So I guess I can't transfer to Nanba?," the guard asked.

"You possibly could.," the female said softly, "I'm sorry to have seemed harsh to you. It's just that Nanba is a scary place of you are not prepared."
"Says the woman who has superpowers.," the man beside her said and sighed before sitting down, "You're lucky that you have such incredible powers. I am just a guy who wanted to make a difference by catching bad guys."
(Y/n) looked at the guard next to her, he seemed to have a pretty good build.
"So what did you do in highschool and university?," the female asked, "I need to know to determine your strengths."
He looked up at her, "I was a triathlete."
"Stamina, strength and durability.," the cold female said, "Hn. You have a good chance to be in Nanba, but you need to pass the courses given first."
She smiled at him, "I'd say that you'd probably do well in one of the active buildings."
"Is this part of your job at Nanba?," the man asked.
"Nope. I deal directly with the inmates as their therapist!," she smiled, "I love my job and patients so much, they are so fun."

The guard looked surprised but smiled as well, "It seems like that. You smile brightly when you talk about them, it's nice."
(Y/n)'s face went a little pink and looked away, she sat down on the pier and looked out to the ocean. The moon was out now.
The beautiful moon that she and Shiro loved.
"Hey, you rest here. I'll get some snacks, you would like some dango right?," the guard asked and was replied to with a nod, "okay!"
The guard left her alone on the pier.
She sighed and looked back to the moon. The beautiful moon.
She heard footsteps of boots on the pier, movement met her eye as she looked to her side.
It was little Shiro.
Holding it was a rough hand of a man.
"You dropped it, miss.," the voice of a man said.
She looked beside her and saw a man with wine red hair and a maid's dress on.

It was one of the men her father was after.
She carefully took the doll from him.
"Thank you.," she said and was met with a nod from the killer.
He walked away into the night as she watched.
The guard came back and saw she had the doll.
"You found him!," the guard smiled.
"No... it was returned by...," she remembered the name of the deadly man she read about, "Ido."
The young guard that was with her put down the snacks and looked around, "I think it is about time for you to go home miss, it's late and a criminal knows who you are."
the guard was kind enough to take her home where she stayed until the next day.