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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 23:43:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.016 Fearful and Alone [video]</title>
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  <description>[Haruhi is seen on the screen, beads of sweat slowly dripping down her forehead and cheeks, a panicked and almost wild look in her eyes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... I... don&apos;t know... why I did that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tears filling up her eyes slowly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surrounded us. All I heard was someone yelling to run, and I ran.&lt;br /&gt;It must&apos;ve been in the other direction... it had to have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;m alone.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 20:37:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.015: The Shadows [voice]</title>
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  <description>It seems... that no matter how prepared you think you may be... you never truly are.&lt;br /&gt;I had been told countless times of the maze and what it most likely would contain, seeing it with my own eyes has been an experience in and of itself. Despite that I was afraid at first, I find myself calming down - perhaps being told in advance did curve some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then again being with three others might&apos;ve done the trick.&lt;br /&gt;So for all those worried about us - Frederic, Maes, Kanna, and I are fine... and all of us are together, which helps. I suppose it was fate that led us all together in one place before the maze struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCREENED TO... ALTO, LYSERG, MIHARU, SILVER, INO, DEMYX&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about all of you... I haven&apos;t been able to stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you&apos;re alright? That you&apos;re safe and with someone? If not we&apos;ll try our best to find you... I don&apos;t think anyone should be alone for this.&lt;br /&gt;These creatures we&apos;re seeing... I&apos;m unable to do anything against them, but the others are.&lt;br /&gt;Please, be careful... don&apos;t do anything stupid or rash. I know some of you might be led to...&lt;br /&gt;I want you all coming out of this alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was...  --- damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;[voice fading away a bit]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederic, Uncle Maes! There&apos;s another one over there!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 19:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.014: Through Painful Trials</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRIVATE TO DEMYX//HACKABLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I heard... he was a friend of yours...&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I can do?&lt;br /&gt;As silly as it seems, I can try to bring you over something to eat. Or just keep you company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRIVATE TO KANNA//UNHACKABLE//VIEWABLE TO FREDERIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanna, sweetie... I&apos;m sure this must be a very confusing time for you.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor is simply caught up in alot of his work, I&apos;m sure he&apos;s stressed out, and that&apos;s why he snapped. Why don&apos;t you give him a week or so to think things over and calm down, then try again, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Until then dear, you have a place here with Frederic and I. I&apos;ll make you anything you desire for meals, and we&apos;ll make up a place for you to sleep and play where you&apos;ll be most comfortable. If the maze strikes, then you&apos;ll at least be with friends and not on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Then if he changes his mind, you can return to him, but at least you&apos;ll have someplace safe and warm to stay, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRIVATE TO REEVE//UNHACKABLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn&apos;t already have an idea who you are from some wonderful informants close to that scientist, I&apos;d despise you. I think this is out of your own control... then again you&apos;ll probably laugh it off and go &apos;hey girly, I control my own life&apos;, or some meaningless garbage like that.&lt;br /&gt;I do have pity on you, for when you awaken out of this state and realize what you&apos;ve done, you&apos;ll see the destruction. Of course you don&apos;t see a problem with any of it NOW, but I&apos;m sure you will someday. You&apos;d better pray to whatever god you pray to other than yourself that people other than me will take compassion on you, and that the bridges you&apos;re burning will one day be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all I have to say on this matter... I have things to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 21:02:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.013: Warped Perceptions</title>
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  <description>It seems I&apos;ve begun annoying some people...&lt;br /&gt;I... apologize so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that I&apos;m just starting to feel a little homesick. I shouldn&apos;t be, I mean I have a wonderful love in my life now, and some of the best friends a girl could ever want. However... I wish I was able to show this to my Dad, show him how much I&apos;ve been doing. The more I think on things others have told me about him being proud of me, the more I realize they&apos;re right.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;... and others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps moving Frederic in added onto my stress - any moving day is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;ll be worth all the trouble once things quiet down and we get settled though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that&apos;s no excuse for my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;So... without further delay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO BLAZE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m afraid... we got off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for jumping to conclusions about you like that... I suppose I was just very worried about Silver, and I get a bit defensive about why my friends are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I apologize for how I came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we try this again. I&apos;d like to get to know you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re obviously a nice person... or else Silver wouldn&apos;t have befriended you.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I&apos;m Haruhi Fujioka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO ORIHIME ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for what happened at dinner...&lt;br /&gt;I was just worried about you - it can be a scary place, and there are dangerous people out at night. You have the same &apos;lying&apos; tell as an old friend of mine, so I could tell something was up. I assumed it was with where you were living at the time.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s what I get for trying to read people&apos;s faces... but again, I was worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can fix the problem...&lt;br /&gt;You seem like an amazing girl, and I would love to be good friends with you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO ZEXION ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think you&apos;re overbearing, creepy, and very cold.&lt;br /&gt;But you&apos;re not that bad of a guy...&lt;br /&gt;Next time I&apos;ll have to learn what kinds of food you &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; like... then I&apos;ll bring those over so you&apos;ll have something to eat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO TOMOE ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it occurred to me as I was searching through the library for things, that alot of doctors have complete medical degrees and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t mean offense by that, it&apos;s just... were you an actual doctor before this whole... &apos;saving the world&apos; business you&apos;re in now? What&apos;d you do in the medical field?&lt;br /&gt;... my curiosity never fails to get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO KANNA ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the sweetest cookies the other day...&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re jam-filled sugar cookies, covered in powder sugar.&lt;br /&gt;They have a very sweet flavor to them, with an extra special something nobody expects in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It reminded me of you. ... I guess I&apos;ve been a bit concerned, as I haven&apos;t seen you around lately. Is everything alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO FREDERIC ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ah ... um... sorry for... dropping the box... on you...&lt;br /&gt;... I didn&apos;t realize it was so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that papers could be so heavy?&lt;br /&gt;... I do hope you&apos;re okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 01:05:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.012: The Future</title>
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  <description>I tried a new recipe today. I found a cookbook at the library that contained recipes from all over the world I&apos;m from. It was a great find for me, as it only contained recipes for different cupcakes. Regardless it was a full 215 pages long, and I&amp;nbsp;was only able to copy down a couple recipes before it got too late.&lt;br /&gt;This recipe in particular seemed good to me. It uses moist dark chocolate cake, a delicious espresso-flavored whipped frosting, and I&amp;nbsp;even topped it off with some large chocolate drops (I made those too!). The chocolate pieces have some nuts in them, but I&amp;nbsp;find that enhances the flavor even more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh here, let me show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;188&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v95/ladynaiya/choc-gluten-freedom-cupcakes.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I think they came out well, don&apos;t you think? I&apos;ll be delivering some of these to people later - most likely my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking and baking so much has me thinking on things....&lt;br /&gt;I had always focused on being a lawyer like my mother. After her death I had wanted nothing more than to prove that I&amp;nbsp;could be just like her. I&apos;m not sure if it was my missing her that brought me to that thought, or maybe the sorrow in my Dad&apos;s eyes when he looked at me after her death. I wanted to be like her, either way.&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m finding my interests changing the longer I&apos;m here. I mean, yes, I&amp;nbsp;do want to be like my mother, prove that I can be just as talented and powerful, maybe even as beautiful as she was. But... so many people seemed thrilled by my cooking, and it&apos;s something that comes to me naturally. I&amp;nbsp;can care for people this way, bring smiles to people&apos;s faces. Isn&apos;t that important too?&lt;br /&gt;... I had a dream about opening a bakery a few nights ago. I&apos;m so afraid it would shame my mother, my father... and other people as well if I gave up such a lofty goal for something like... baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.011: Contemplation (voice)</title>
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  <description>I unsure if it&apos;s due to... Frederic... or perhaps another reason that I feel so strange recently. I&amp;nbsp;know I haven&apos;t felt this alive before, even when I&amp;nbsp;was hosting - something had always felt missing. Now... I feel almost&lt;em&gt; completed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn&apos;t feel this way, not with the rumors circulating of a few disappearances of late. I&amp;nbsp;hate to say that I wasn&apos;t too familiar with alot of the people that vanished but... I should be a little more concerned, shouldn&apos;t I?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it could&apos;ve been Frederic, Ino, Lyserg, Miharu... any of them. &lt;em&gt;Or me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I guess I have a theory as to why the Creator picks and chooses them, but I&apos;m sure everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some of us are making the best of things - accepting them even.&amp;nbsp;We settle down into homes, open businesses, shop and decorate, hold events and parties, gain friendships... romances...&lt;br /&gt;If someone was populating a city with kidnapped individuals, wouldn&apos;t that person WANT us to adjust? Maybe he&apos;s sending back the ones that just make things harder by always trying to find an escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&amp;nbsp;wouldn&apos;t mind finding a way out of here one day...&lt;br /&gt;... but I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re from different times... I&apos;d never see him again. It&apos;s not like... things are hard here either, right?&lt;br /&gt;... am I wrong for not wanting to return to my old life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have so many new friends here, a new life for myself. I have a new confidence in myself that &amp;nbsp;I never had before.&lt;br /&gt;I love my father, senpai, the others in the host club... but... I&apos;m happy here.&lt;br /&gt;Is that why I&apos;m still here? That I&apos;ve accepted my place in Paradisim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 01:25:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.010: Then There Was You... (semi-accidental video)</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(128, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;[as she sits on the cathedral steps, a soft breath escapes her mouth as she stares at a distance, as if she&apos;s watching someone behind the communicator she&apos;s holding]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hazel eyes fixating upon the screen again and nearly tearing over in frustration, her voice cracking]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well do this... while Frederic is away getting us something to drink.&lt;br /&gt;First... I feel I must apologize to you all. I have... done something terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[another deep breath in as she holds the bridge of her nose]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... in my desperation to help Frederic, I may have... spoken to Doctor Tomoe, against his wishes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt many of my friends with this, perhaps even betrayed their trust. Please... if it&apos;s in your hearts to forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[throws a glance up followed by the softest of smiles]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey... find what you wanted?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[he looks to be smiling at her as he sits down beside her] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. It took a bit of a walk, but I found a shop that sells tea. I got you some as well, I rather hope you like tea. So let&amp;rsquo;s enjoy this now, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[takes the communicator away from her and sets it down next to his]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness I&amp;rsquo;ve been thinking about, it might be one of our enemies becoming stronger without us realizing it. I fear we might be in grave danger and never knowing until it&amp;rsquo;s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[sighs a bit then drinks his tea]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be ready, before our lives come to an end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[opens her mouth to say something about the communicator, but quickly loses focus, taking the tea from him and sipping it slowly]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you mean there&apos;s more than one I have to be worried about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[she peers at him over her tea for a moment, contemplating that without waiting for an immediate response]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mmm. Well. It&apos;s a good thing I have people around me up to date on these things then. I&apos;m afraid I&apos;m not of any worth to anyone... nothing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[sighs again and looks a little sad]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tomoe might be working with someone, but that&amp;rsquo;s just me thinking too deeply. I just don&amp;rsquo;t want anyone to be caused harm by those who wish to harm us.&lt;br /&gt;But you are useful, Haruhi. Don&amp;rsquo;t ever think you aren&amp;rsquo;t, you&amp;rsquo;re amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[strokes her hair gently and just trying to make her smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[unable to keep from smiling softly at that, diverting her eyes away from him with visible heat on her cheeks]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... if you say so. I don&apos;t have anything to offer in the ways of battle though. Alot of people have weapons, or like you with your magic. However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[she trails off, deciding to divert both of their attention to more positive things as she digs into her pants pocket]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[softly smiling as he sees the blushing on her cheeks]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have something special, you just can&amp;rsquo;t see it. But I&amp;rsquo;m certain one day you will, just keep having faith in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[blinks his eyes and looks rather puzzled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi, you didn&amp;rsquo;t need to buy me a present. Just you caring about me is enough, I don&amp;rsquo;t need any material things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[seeming quite excited despite his slight protest to it, presenting the small blue velvet box to him with a bright smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked it out for you when I was out getting myself some clothes. I saw it and thought of you immediately.&lt;br /&gt;If you don&apos;t like it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[takes the small velvet box and slowly opens it to see a golden necklace shaped like a musical note]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi&amp;hellip; This is beautiful. Thank you, every time I wear it, it will remind me of you.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bright smile and hugs her a little]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again, this means a great deal to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[smiles, resting her head against his shoulder as she&apos;s hugged, and gently pulls out the silver necklace from under her shirt, showing him the different musical note on it]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[gentle smile as he looked down at her and then the necklace]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&amp;rsquo;re both beautiful. I&amp;rsquo;m glad to know you&amp;rsquo;ve become so close with me in these times. It makes me happy on the inside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[looking up at him softly with a smile, twisting the musical note charm on the necklace between two fingers, like she often did when thinking on him]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&apos;t think I&apos;m a bother then? Wasting your time?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[takes her hands into his and smiling gently]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bother? No. A waste of my time? Never. You mean more to me than you know, Haruhi. Why else would I think of you as my sister? Because that&amp;rsquo;s how much you mean to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[pulling her hands out of his gently after a moment, a sorrowful look in her eyes]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ah, well. A sister wouldn&apos;t... hurt you as badly as I have. A sister wouldn&apos;t have gone against your deepest wishes to try and...&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laughs gently between her pause]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... save your life like that. I don&apos;t know what I was thinking...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[deep sigh then holds her close]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did what you felt was right, to save someone whom you deeply cared for. That alone took courage and great strength. I know I should have told you sooner about not being ill, but the subject makes me feel rather uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[looks at her with a small frown]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just promise me that whatever happens, never cry for me. If I die tomorrow, don&amp;rsquo;t shed a tear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Frederic... I can&apos;t promise you that. I shed a tear at thinking you&apos;re even the slightest bit upset with me, or that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[takes some of his shirt in her hand, clinging to his chest instead of finishing her thought]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... something like your death? Being able to never see you again? That would... shatter me.&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s no way I wouldn&apos;t cry...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[lifts her chin to look at him, his face rather stern looking]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t deserve to be mourned; I died with a smile upon my face the last time. I want to be able to do it again, without the worries someone is crying for me. Please understand this, Haruhi. Think of it as my final request incase something does happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be hard, but don&amp;rsquo;t think about shedding any tears. Please, that&amp;rsquo;s all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Don&apos;t you... even begin to understand the feeling of being in love, Frederic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[pauses with even longer hesitation, but manages to keep her eyes on his]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... if I were to die, you would mourn me, correct? You&apos;re not even in love with me, and you would mourn me.&lt;br /&gt;... just how am I... supposed to not even shed a single tear over your death, when I just got through risking my life to try and save yours? I would sacrifice... everything... for you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[sighing with a sad tone]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand being in love, but I don&amp;rsquo;t see how worthy it is to mourn for the dead. Yes, I did mourn for Emilia&amp;hellip;But I know now she&amp;rsquo;ll never come back. No matter how hard I wish, she will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[nods at her and strokes her face]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I would mourn as well, but I would do my best to move on. Because I know you would want that for me. I want the same for you, don&amp;rsquo;t think of me forever, and move on with your life. Losing someone is hard, but you need to move on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[gently places her hand over the one on her cheek]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what you&apos;re asking me to do is almost cruel to me. Yes, after some time had passed, perhaps I would be able to move on - however for awhile, my heart would be broken... and the tears would fall.&lt;br /&gt;Holding them back would be... hiding my feelings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[places a kiss on her forehead as he smiles at her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re someone precious to me, Haruhi. To see you cry, it would be a crime. Especially if it was me who did it. I want you to smile, and continue to smile until the end of your days. Smile for me, please. I love it when you&amp;rsquo;re smiling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[eyes distant as she stares at him, feeling more and more hollow the long the conversation goes on]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I feel as if you haven&apos;t given me anything to smile about though, Frederic.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re speaking of your death... something I just went through all of that to prevent from happening in the first place. ... I can&apos;t smile, not thinking about losing you in any way like that.&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to smile about, and I will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[faint sigh and brushes some hair out of her face]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you something to smile about from now on; I won&amp;rsquo;t talk of death or sorrow anymore. I want us to always be happy and smiling as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; So let&amp;rsquo;s try from today to smile more, all right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[pressing herself against his chest for security and comfort, with her head on his shoulder]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... all right, Frederic. I&apos;ll try my hardest to stay happy for you, and smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[just stroking his fingers through her hair, trying to make her calm]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly, Haruhi. Don&amp;rsquo;t ever forget that, please.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[places a kiss on the top of her head]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[lifts her head to look up into his eyes again]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won&apos;t forget... I promise.&lt;br /&gt;... it&apos;s what gives me hope that things are okay, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I know I would be a mess right now otherwise...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[small sigh]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to have more confidence in yourself. I would be more than happy to help you with that, if you asked it of me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[unable to keep a laugh from escaping her lips, and rests her forehead against his in a playful manner]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just how do you plan on doing that? Confidence isn&apos;t something that can be taught like music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[a small smile escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around her waist]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch and you&amp;rsquo;ll see. I can make you more confident than you were before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[keeps her forehead to his, trying her best to be happy and cute like a younger sister]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... watch and see hmm? Just what is it that you&apos;re planning on doing that you&apos;re so sure of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[laughs, but slowly trails it off as she stares into his eyes, feeling the heat return to her cheeks again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[small laugh and just keeps smiling]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;ll just have to wait and see, sister dear. Until then, you&amp;rsquo;ll have to keep guessing what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[can sees the blush on her cheeks and just keeps smiling at that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look adorable with a blush on your face, if I must say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[only blushing deeper now, and still unable to tear her eyes from his]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-thank you, Frederic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[blushes a little himself, and can&amp;rsquo;t pull his eyes away from hers]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo-You&amp;rsquo;re welcome, Haruhi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[bites her lower lip the longer they sit in the position, her breath washing over his face when she speaks]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederic... I...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[blushing a little deeper and sweating a little as well]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;Yes? What is it, Haruhi?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I --- I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[stares a very long moment more before moving just slightly to press her lips firmly against his]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[eyes widen slightly and pulls away after about a minute]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha-What was that for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[wide eyes herself the moment he pulls away, a hand over her mouth]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I&apos;m so sorry... I couldn&apos;t help it.&lt;br /&gt;God I&apos;m so... stupid. I&apos;m so sorry, Frederic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[still in a bit of shock and blushing a deep red]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-It&amp;rsquo;s all right. It just caught me off guard, that&amp;rsquo;s all. There&amp;rsquo;s no need to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[immediately beginning to pull away from him, eyes filled with horror at what she had just done]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I&apos;m just the sister, I shouldn&apos;t have done that. That was crossing a line.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[slowly standing up and picking up his communicator]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go. I&amp;rsquo;ll see you later, Haruhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[beginning to walk off from the cathedral steps]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[inhales deeply as he begins walking away, but immediately stands, grabbing his arm and pulling him sharply to her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t... go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[turns around to look at her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;hellip;don&amp;rsquo;t know what to say to you at this point.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[only pulls tighter and harder on his arm to bring him right up against her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what did you feel...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[looks rather numb and emotionless]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt&amp;hellip;like I was kissing my sister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[face falls further, but doesn&apos;t take her eyes off of his]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it was that bad, huh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[frowns a little at her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t lie. That&amp;rsquo;s how I see you, Haruhi. In my mind, you are just my younger sister.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[very slowly releases his arm, nodding with a gentle smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course... I know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[trying to smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart says otherwise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[gives a start, eyes immediately fixing on his again]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... w-what did you just say?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[gives her a sad, yet gentle smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says that I should love you the way you should be loved. But my mind is telling me I should keep you as my sister and remain loyal to Polka. I&amp;rsquo;m torn between my mind and heart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[pulls him right against her, staring up at him with a combination of emotions]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I love you, Frederic. Deeply... and I&apos;ve only fallen deeper in love with you with each day we&apos;re in this place. I can&apos;t get you out of my mind, everything I do revolves around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[gently presses a hand to his chest]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother... told me to always follow my heart. That&apos;s what I do, that&apos;s why I&apos;m here with you, right now. ... But I&apos;m unable to speak for you... it&apos;s your decision.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[holds her close and trying so hard to smile at her]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother&amp;rsquo;s words seem to strike a chord within my heart. I understand now what I need to do, and how I will be able to make my final decision. But there are some things I need to ask of you. Did you not think of me before you fell in love with me? Did you ever think of becoming my friend first before you even considered love? I need to know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[smiling up at him, for the first time in awhile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought of you, from the moment you introduced yourself to me. You were... different... from the other boys and men I had ever spoken to. You saw I was a girl immediately, something that... nobody else was ever to do here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[pauses before answering his last question]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I accepted a position as your sister, to stay close to you. To get to know you better. If you had offered me a relationship immediately, I would&apos;ve taken it, yes, but at a slow pace so that we wouldn&apos;t be... pushing anything. But I knew almost immediately that there was something different about you...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[strokes her hair gently and gives her a soft smile]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m glad to know how you feel; it really makes me feel we&amp;rsquo;ve become so close. I don&amp;rsquo;t think anyone or anything can tear us apart now. My feelings were like waves, crashing upon the shore for a time. I kept feeling that I wanted to be close with you, more than a sister. But Polka kept coming back to my mind, and it worried me I would hurt her if I went to you. But&amp;hellip;I think Polka deserves to be with the one who truly wants to love her, Allegretto. I feel it is time I let go her off and be with whoever she wants to be with and not stuck with me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[draping her arms around him, feeling the tears springing to her eyes - words she had been longing to hear were finally coming out in the open now]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... she will be happy. But... so will you, I&apos;ll make sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[lifts herself up, pausing with nervous hesitation before brushing her lips to his again]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[returns the kiss, then pulls away after five minutes or so. he then sees tears forming in her eyes and wiping them gently]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t cry, please. You&amp;rsquo;re too beautiful to cry like this, Haruhi. Just&amp;hellip;promise me our love won&amp;rsquo;t end. I can&amp;rsquo;t end up in another relationship where it only ends in sorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[immediately puts a hand on either side of his neck, and despite the tears in her eyes, fixes them on his firmly]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise... I&apos;m going to stay by your side through everything, you weren&apos;t able to get rid of me the first time, you won&apos;t be able to get rid of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;[sighing gently, more in relief of stress than any other emotion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we should take this to a more private place, all we need is a bunch of rumors flying from passerbys...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[sighs and folds her hands into his]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re right. Where do you suggest we go? It&amp;rsquo;s up to you, I&amp;rsquo;ll follow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#0080ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot;&gt;[smiles, going over to pick her communicator off the ground]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#9d4483&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My place, probably... I was planning on making you dinner tonight an---&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;Dammit, don&apos;t tell me this thing was on the entire time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;[goes silent then just frozen in a state of shock]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 153);&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;That was on the entire time?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ click followed by the screen going black ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ooc: Frederic = blue font, Haruhi = purple font ... comments for character reactions - Haruhi will reply accordingly - edited to give a preview of the &apos;important&apos; part for the people too lazy to read all of that&amp;nbsp;XD]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 13:43:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.009: The Fool (text)</title>
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  <description>I feel very restless. I guess all of this cooking isn&apos;t doing very much for me - I made five different lunch meals today alone, just trying to give myself something to do. I&apos;m anxious...&lt;br /&gt;I think I&amp;nbsp;need to find something to do with my hands, or something a bit more serious to busy my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even know if I can get in touch with the Doctor... Lyserg tells me I shouldn&apos;t, and he&apos;s probably right, but I just need to know some things.&lt;br /&gt;Do I ... try to contact his communicator?&lt;br /&gt;Do I walk right up to where he lives and knock on the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my head swimming over it. ... no, I do need to speak with him. Nobody else is going to give me the answers I need.&lt;br&gt;... Frederic, please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 12:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.008: Irritation (voice)</title>
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  <description>[quite obvious anger in her voice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I took this apartment I thought, &apos;Hey this will be great! I&apos;m near all the businesses, I&apos;ll enjoy it!&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea I was going to live beneath two sets loud, destructive, &lt;i&gt;ignorant&lt;/i&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s always someone yelling and screaming above me, usually a deeper male voice, or a woman&apos;s voice doing it. Others won&apos;t scream unless screamed at it seems... but.... it echoes throughout the entire building and it makes me sleep &lt;b&gt;worse&lt;/b&gt; than the thunderstorms did. I swear I&apos;ve heard weapons fire before...&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago people were playing &lt;i&gt;hopscotch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... today there was this loud thud and I swear there was some sort of explosion about three days ago. Also my ceiling is leaking... did someone leave the water on up there? I didn&apos;t appreciate having very cold water hit my face when I was in the middle of a fantastic dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a better place.... before I&apos;m killed in crossfire, a freak accident, or off myself from insanity or something. A quieter place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(ooc: ... post made in good humor? XD I&apos;ve also been informed that despite that an Organization member said the apartments were in the south, they&apos;re in the north, so I got my info all screwed up.)&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 03:11:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.007: A Learning Experience (text)</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Has anyone here ever been in the library? ... I&apos;ve heard rumors that there&apos;s alot of information on almost every topic, other than Paradisim. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;... I&apos;m looking for something. &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I&apos;d rather not get into that now.&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t really traveled that much outside the business district, so I&apos;m afraid I&apos;m still a little...&amp;nbsp; uneducated about things around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:13:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.006: Horizons [text]</title>
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  <description>I had the strangest dream this morning, once I was finally able to get to sleep from the storms.&lt;br /&gt;I was all alone in a desert, with cracked earth underneath my feet, but no cactus or anything anywhere to be found, just flat landscape everywhere. I decided I was going to run until I reached the horizon. So I began to run.&lt;br /&gt;I ran for hours, days, weeks, months, and even years, and no matter how long I ran, I never reached the horizon - as the horizon isn&apos;t an actual THING you can reach. I finally crumpled to the ground, then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what it meant... but I usually don&apos;t have dreams like that. I wish I had some sort of creative talent like Frederic does to express the dream in a way other than just saying it. Maybe by painting, or playing an instrument... but I was never instructed in anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Frederic...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for being so concerned about me... even people who are only his friends or acquaintances but thought to say something to me. I appreciate all of you for your kindness - I&apos;ll never forget it. Things are fine now for the most part - we seem to be at a place we agree on and both of us are happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Private to Ino&quot;&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; PRIVATE TO INO:&lt;br /&gt; I picked up some new outfits today... it seems strange just going in and taking whatever I want without having to pay, but, I heard that heartache&apos;s often cured by shopping? It didn&apos;t do too much, so I guess spending the money is a part of it.&lt;br /&gt; I figured you&apos;d want to come over so I could let you see them, and give me approval. I&apos;m trying to look a little prettier...&lt;br /&gt; Oh... alot of them are pink, I hope that&apos;s not a problem. I just thought they looked nice on me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I picked up that gift while I was out, but I&apos;d still like to come with you and your friend if that&apos;s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Private to Frederic&quot;&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE TO FREDERIC:&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve braved the storms... rain I&apos;m actually quite fond of so... at least I can function now? I give that credit of getting me through those storms to you. I don&apos;t mind walking in the rain, I find it calming... but I&apos;m sure you&apos;re still having some problems. Heh - I&apos;m sure you don&apos;t need company however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a present for you today. And before you start - I saw it and thought it was perfect, so yes, you deserve it. Honestly, dear, you need to give yourself some more credit in life... you deserve alot more than you think you do. Besides, I&apos;m allowed to get things for my big brother, right?&lt;br /&gt;So next time you have an available moment, I can bring it to you, or meet you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:00:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.005: Disappointment - the worst sort of pain... [voice]</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(strained voice, with a &apos;hic&apos; sound occasionally from tears)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this place. These storms are terrible, the loud explosion-like sounds make my head hurt. I can&apos;t sleep... then again I don&apos;t think I&apos;d sleep well even if these storms were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss Senpai&lt;/b&gt;... it would be right about now that he&apos;d dash in out of nowhere, whisk me into his arms, and tell me everything was going to be okay again. I never thought I&apos;d miss that. I always thought it was strange, weird, or... annoying.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &quot;all wounds heal in time&quot;, that&apos;s what Dad always told me. I hope he&apos;s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not... mad at &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. I&apos;m mad at myself for not seeing it. I got so caught up in high-strung emotions and feelings that I lost sight of what the other person was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;... she better appreciate him. She&apos;s a fool for not appreciating him at this very moment. He&apos;s the most caring man I&apos;ve ever met, girls from my time would kill for a chance at even just his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be okay...&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s just these stupid storms...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:18:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.004: Fear-stricken [voice]</title>
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  <description>[very desperate, almost angry tone - with elevated volume]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many... of you have I spoken to that have been here since long before I was dropped off in this... place....?!&lt;br /&gt;I know one of you spoke briefly about it, but why is it that none of you told me the full extent of this... MAZE... thing that overtakes the city? None of you realize I have no physical skills, training, weapons... anything to protect me? Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause with a deep breath]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really upset about it... more fearful than anything. What if I&apos;m stranded when it happens again?&lt;br /&gt;... I don&apos;t think my optimism&apos;s going to work anymore... it seems to be slipping away the longer I&apos;m here, and the more I find out about these sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish one of the people I&apos;ve already grown to love and trust had just told me, rather than a complete stranger giving me all these details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;[ooc: wasn&apos;t going to make a post so soon after my other one, but this seemed pressing enough to make into one, since it&apos;s mega-plot related, right?]&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 02:24:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.003: I can has party? [video]</title>
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  <description>[screen flickers a few times, followed by rapid movement an a fuzzy screen as the communicator is moved about]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[everything settles, the interior of an apartment now seen behind the brunette girl on camera as she smiles brightly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Paradisim, and my friends! Now you get to see exact what I look like, fun right? Hope I didn&apos;t disappoint too badly. [laugh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I found myself a wonderful place here in the Business District, it&apos;s not the most fancy thing, but I like it. It just needs some decoration, maybe some paint? No idea where I&apos;d get that here, but I&apos;m sure if we are given anything we want, that I&apos;ll find something somewhere. I could always paint some pictures for the walls too with it - I&apos;m sure this place will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;[glances around the place with a quick nod before smiling at the screen again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m thinking of having a little housewarming-ish party here, maybe meet some of you people that I&apos;ve been spending all this time talking to on communicator. I&apos;ll have food to eat, and we can all just hang out through the evening. It&apos;s good to just take a break and clear your head now and then, right?&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s funny... I&apos;m exciting at the thought of hosting a party again... then again it was a huge part of my life before, it only stands to reason why I&apos;d be so happy. Maybe I need to do these more often... everyone&apos;s so distressed, sad, and even angry about being stuck here, and are using up all their energy trying to get out. If people would just, I dunno, take more breaks and have some fun, then they could clear their heads and be able to come up with an easier way to escape.&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play leads to disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just RSVP with me here if interested! [another bright, happy smile before it clicks off]</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:05:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.002: Big dreams for a little girl... [text]</title>
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  <description>You know, as much as I like this inn, or maybe even sleeping under the stars night after night, I think I&apos;ve been too spoiled to appreciate it. Time to look for a place to live, since people are telling me that I&apos;m not going anywhere for awhile. That&apos;s just great... but when life gives you lemons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The business section of town looks nice, I might look for a place to live there, and maybe a job to pass the time while I&apos;m at it. Eh I must&apos;ve gotten too accustomed to having something to do every afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Gives me tons of experience with the service industry... Tamaki would just die if he heard me acknowledge something good coming out of our agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope father isn&apos;t worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;PRIVATE - hackable because she knows nothing of technology o_o&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi, you need to get over yourself and go out and meet some more people. You&apos;re sweet, strong, and a good friend. Who wouldn&apos;t want to get to know you?&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath, just like Dad showed you. Walk up to them, hold out your hand, and say &quot;Hey my name&apos;s Haruhi what&apos;s yours?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Not that hard...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding... it&apos;s the hardest thing I&apos;ve ever had to do. All my best relationships have been nothing more than flukes and random fits of destiny. You can&apos;t wait around forever though, or stick to talking to people on this communicator. Go meet people!&lt;br /&gt;Already conflicting with myself, isn&apos;t that sort of a sign of insanity setting in?&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 23:55:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>.001: Where am I? [voice]</title>
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  <description>How do I --- ack!&lt;br /&gt;(nearly dropping the electronic device in her hand)&lt;br /&gt;I guess this symbol means it&apos;s recording? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Hi, to... anyone that can hear or see this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone can help me. I don&apos;t know where I am...&lt;br /&gt;(turns to look around suspiciously and faces the device again) ... how I got here, or how I get back. Somebody please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(desperation grows in her voice)&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m really lost. I don&apos;t think I&apos;ve ever been this far from home in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taking in a heavy breath and releases it in a body-shaking shudder)&lt;br /&gt;P-please. Somebody.&lt;br /&gt;... Tamaki? Hikaru? Kaoru? ... any of you...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t like... being alone in strange places like this. With nobody I know. Everyone I&apos;ve seen so far just looks and keeps walking, like it&apos;s some casual occurance to have someone just... drop out of nowhere like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(breathing quickens as panic sets in)&lt;br /&gt;What if I never get home? What if I&apos;ve been kidnapped?!&lt;br /&gt;I just...&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with my friends again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(video lingers as she tries to find out how to turn it off, then snaps to black)</description>
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