"What do you want?" the words spewed out like poison.

After rejecting me and kicking me out, what the hell would she want with me?

"I didn't want to call you. Believe me when I say this, Senjyo, but it's about your sister."

This instantly caught my attention, "What about Altea?"

Altea is my sister. She was born a year or two after me so, we were close. The thing is Altea was born sickly, a little weaker than normal people since her heart was a little too big for her body. We were still close though. That never mattered to me. Just as how my choice to be who I am never mattered to her and I'll always love her for that.

The phone shifts over to another person, a male that I also recognize.

"Chihiro?"

I smile, knowing exactly who it was.

"Hi, dad. What did she mean? What happened to Altea?" I was concerned when he sighed.

"She had a bit of an attack and we're at the hospital with her, but she wants you to know that she's alright. You want to talk to her, Chihiro?" my dad asked and I nod.

"If she can." I smile, hearing the phone being passed.

"Hey, Chi..." uttered out a familiar soft voice.

"Hi, Altea..." I say back, hearing her breathe in deep.

"Doctor said it wasn't anything I already didn't have. I'll be fine. I wanted to hear your voice though." I could hear her giggle softly, "How are Sakura and Aoi?"

"They're great. Aoi's got a new set of students for the swim team. She told me that they all remind her of her brother. Sakura's dojo got some new members too. They're both doing fine. Aoi asked when we should see you so we could give you some of that pie she's been promising to make you." Through the phone, I could hear her laugh.

"I'd love that! And you guys know that I don't mind you dropping by any time. I'll always have time for my sister."

Altea truly is the greatest person.

"Okay. I gotta finish this deadline, but I promise to come with the girls later, okay?"

"Okay. Hey, Chi?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I smile, "I love you too, Altea."

Hanging up the phone, I turned back to my computer.

"Time to kill this chapter and go bake some pie!" And I got right back to smacking away at the keyboard.
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I hate this window. No... Hate is such a strong word. I despise this window. I like the sound of that better.

If this is punishment for doing something I love, I think I'd rather drown than do nothing.
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My name is Sonia Nevermind and I am twenty-six years old. My birthday is on January 1st and in the year 1990. I am the princess of a small country located in between the European countries of the world known as Novoselic. Soon, I am to be married to a very important man, a prince to save my kingdom from the threats of our stronger, neighboring countries. It is my duty as a royal to put the kingdom before myself. However, there is one problem.

I do not love him and I do not believe that I ever will.

I've tried so many times to get out of this unwanted marriage, but each turn just leads me back into this place.

My father calls it the isolation tower. It is the one place with a door that can lock from the outside and inside just a fifty foot drop outside the sole window to escape. I've been in this room that I can practically tell what time it was from the darkness of the shadows.

The darkness is one of the things I hate most about this room.

"The darkness isn't all despicable." I jumped the first time I heard his voice.

Turning around from my leaning position on the window seal, my eyes adjust to the darkness and I could see it. A silhouette formed in the darkness. When I saw him for the first time, I couldn't exactly believe it. But there was a man sitting in that lonely tower room, cloaking himself in the darkness the light from the window couldn't reach.

"What is a beautiful creature like you spilling tears over?" His voice was deep as he stood from where he was against the wall.

"I am not crying..." I wipe the unconscious tears from my eyes and turn away from this handsome and mysterious figure, "How did you get in here? Did mother send you?"

"I am not quite sure how I got here myself... Perhaps this is similar to how I came across Kazuichi Souda..." he says to himself and the name he uttered caught my attention.

"Kazuichi Souda? What a peculiar name..." I was interested, turning back to see a little color from this figure of darkness.

He was extremely pale, very eccentric taste, something I like from people. His eyes were the most interesting thing about this man. One a very vibrant, almost demanding green while the other a dark and desolate red, a scar to cover one with a story to tell.

"He is a very interesting mortal, able to travel to different places as I can." He is wary of the light from the window as he remained slightly in the darkness.

"What is this place, she-cat?" He asks, seeing the wall of brick surround the wall, "Some kind of torture room?"

"She-cat?" I giggle at the name he had given me and he looked so insulted at that.

"What else am I to call a dark mistress such as yourself?" He crosses his arms over his chest and proceeds to walk towards me.

"It would help if I knew your name, mysterious one." I say and he nods.

"Very well, but on any circumstance do not forget this name! I am the Overlord of Ice, Gundham Tanaka!" He pulls a very eccentric pose and I smile.

"I am Princess Sonia Nevermind of Novoselic, my lord." I stand up to curtsy in respect.

I see him smile as he bows to me, "It is an honor, Lady Sonia."
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"You're so confusing..." I groan, hearing him chuckle.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you, Hajime?" His sea green eyes look over at the clock in my room, "It's early in Chicago, isn't it?"

"I know, Nagito." I gave up on trying to go back to sleep so, I sat up and saw him  wandering around my room.

"You're very disorganized, Hajime." He chuckles, looking back at me, "But I suppose you can make up for that..."

I look down as realize that he was looking at me, at my body. I blush and he chuckles when I realized the situation here.

"That's inappropriate, Nagito..." I groan in annoyance as I get up to grab a shirt and fling it over my upper torso.

Looking back, he had a smirk on his face, slowly walking back towards me, sitting on the bed.

"What are you-" I walk up to him and he pulls a finger to my lips as a means of shutting me up.

"I want to try something. See how this... Interesting connect of ours works." He had a mischievous look in his eyes as he pulled me back down on the bed.

"Nagito, what are you..." He inched closer towards me and I could feel him.

I've established that we are in two different parts of the world. There is no way he should be here and there is definitely no way I should be able to feel him like this. As he climbs on top of me, those sea green eyes hazy and a playful smirk on his face. There is no way...

"Stop thinking so much, Hajime." His whisper was soft and I could feel my heart beating faster.

What is he doing to me? I don't understand.

"So, are you guys gonna kiss already or what?" The both of us practically jumped when we heard a voice.

Looking next to me, there was another person that did not fit in the room. Bright pink hair and bright pink eyes and shark teeth in a yellow jumpsuit covered in grease.

"I knew it!" Nagito jumped off of me and I could finally breathe.

"There are more of us!" Nagito walked up to the male and he looked a little uncomfortable to say the least.

"I already knew that there are more of us in... Whatever this is so..." he said a little awkwardly, trying to make space between him and Nagito.

"Alright so, who and where are you?" I began to go through with the motions of a soft interrogation.

He smirks and said, "See for yourself."

The scene flashed into a different place so quick, I don't think my eyes caught up. We were on the roof of a house, looking down on a small, traditional town.

"Welcome to Korea." The pinkette chuckles, bearing his fanged teeth in his smile, "I like to come up to the roof of the house when I want to be alone."

"It's ironic to say that if we are here." Nagito commented, but the pinkette was quick to argue.

"Hey, you two are in my head so, technically..." he was pretty smug about this as Nagito pouts.

"This will be the last time I am outwitted by you." He chuckles playfully and I looked at them.

"Who are you anyway?" I ask as the pinkette stuffs his hands into his jumpsuit pockets.

"Kazuichi Souda, mechanic and owner of Souda Repair Shop." He holds out his hand, "It's nice to meet cha!"

"Hinata. Hajime. Chicago PD." I shake his hand.

"A cop? An american cop to top off? Who would've thought that I'm connected to a cop?" Souda chuckles a little and I saw Nagito raising an eyebrow at him.

"Connected?" he asks and the pinkette nods.

"Well, at least that's what I'm calling it right now. I mean, we have to be connected for this kind of crap to work, right? I don't know... I guess I'm trying to just go on the "astral" plane thing Hagakure tried to sell me earlier." he sighs, looking up at the sky, "I mean, science can't explain how I'm speak with a cop from Chicago and a pet shop owner in Africa-"

"Wait! There are more of us?" I stopped him and he sighs.

"I told you guys before that I knew there were more of us!" he shouts and Nagito giggled.

"He did, Hajime." the albino grasped onto my shoulder as I began to calm some.

"So... Who do you know?"
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"Can you explain to me why you are still here?" he sounded annoyed as he desperately tried to pay attention to the paperwork on his desk.

I magically appeared in front of him again, clad in nothing but a long-sleeved shirt and boxer shorts. He was in a white suit, black hair slicked back and those sharp red eyes focused on his business.

Foundation concealed the bruise he got on his cheek that he refused to talk about and the bags under his eyes were darker.

"Can I just say that I'm hooked to ya?" I give a chuckle and he groans.

He's cute for a nerd. He tries so hard to pay attention to all those corporate letters and yet, he can't help but glance at me.

"What will it take to make you leave me alone, you fiend?" He snapped again.

"Fiend? Me? How dare ya, hall monitor?" I fake the whole being offended act and his blood red eyes shot up at me.

"H-Hall monitor?!" He was flustered.

Gotcha.

"How cute. Seems like ya like bein' called that, don't cha?" I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the glass table.

"Tables aren't for sitting." He says.

"I'm not sitting, Mr. Hall Monitor." I say back as the red in his cheeks increased in color.

"For your information, I am Prime Minister Kiyotaka Ishimaru and as my illusion, you will leave me be!" He shouts and I cover my ears.

"Jesus, ya can sure scream!" I hiss at the volume, "Ya can probably break a window with that kind of voice."

He growls, "You are in my head, nothing more. How I could've imagined you, I have no clue-"

"I doubt someone like you could come up with someone like me." I saw him bury his head into his folded arms on the table.

"You're correct..." he sighs, "I don't even know you're name."

"Oh, that's easy. The name's Mondo Oowada, Mr. Prime Minister Kiyotaka Ishimaru." I smirk and see him sit up against his swivel chair.

"I'm not prime minister just yet... You can just call me Ishimaru, if you wish, Mr. Oowada." He seemed calmer now.

"What are you, twenty-three or something?" I chuckle from him called me that.

"I am twenty-six." He answers.

"We're the same age so, you can just call me Mondo." I stand up off his desk and motion to the chair in front of his desk, "Can I sit here?"

"I suppose... There would be no trouble in that." He nods and I sit in the dark pull chair.

We were silent for awhile, the only sound in the room being him scribbling down on documents or typing on the keyboard of his computer every once in awhile.

"You're real strange, ya know." I suddenly say and while still working, he looks over at me.

"Whatever do you mean by that statement, Oowada?" His red eyes were burning something alright. I just didn't know what exactly.

"Why are ya going to marry a chick if ya ain't even straight?" Our eyes met and the fire in his eyes grew stronger.

"I am not a homosexual." He insists as he turns back to his work.

"Okay... Then why were ya staring at my dick before?" I smirk, seeing him struggling now to get back to work again.

"For the last time, I was not staring at your... private parts." He tries so hard to convince himself that, but he knows that I saw him.

"Are ya such a fucking square all the time?" I groan and the fire in his eyes expanded again.

"I don't understand the context of that sentence." There was a low growl in the back of his voice.

"For someone who is an acclaimed genius-" I was cut off by a slamming of the keyboard.

"Do not call me a genius. I am not a genius! I am not like that man! I will not be a failure like he was!" He shouts, those eyes wide and filled with bloody rage.

"Okay, okay! Calm down, Taka! Good to know that's a touchy subject with you..." I pull my hands up in a defense against his explosive anger when I suddenly saw him begin to calm again.

"What did you... just call me?" He asks in a quiet tone now.

"Ya don't like it? I thought it would be better than me just callin' ya Ishimaru." I give him a small smile and there-

Right there.

Those red eyes were burning again, bright and curious and filled with that something.

"U-Uh..." he was flustered again too, "I-I haven't been called by that name in awhile... It's... rather nice, to be honest."

I want to know more about this hall monitor. I want to understand him. I wonder... Why he goes through all this bullshit that he clearly doesn't want?

I suppose that this is the start of every interesting friendship, right?