NAOMI

I found myself heading towards the infirmary, where a blue man stood, flickering silently. I was willing to find out information about Ayumi, and if she's safe or not. "Um... excuse me?" I call, walking a bit faster. "Hello? Do you know anything about my friend. Shinozaki Ayumi?" "Shinozaki, eh?" He didn't turn his head as I slowed, reaching him. "Her soul should rest alongside Shinozaki Sachiko." I swallowed down the lump in my throat.

I felt nervous. Wasn't this voice strangely familiar? And why do I feel... fuzzy inside? I inquired silently. Why is the voice familiar? Why won't he show himself to me? These questions I repeated, untIl I saw that the dead man had no arms. My breath caught in my throat, and I coughed, wheezing for air.

Satoshi Mochida.

"Satoshi, I'm worried about you," I whispered, my fingers tight and unwilling to move. I wanted to stretch out and touch him, to make sure this wasn't a dream, but what good would this 'dream' be if he was dead? My dreams are always happy, unless they're nightmares. "Oh, really, Naomi? I've missed you, I really do." He turned around and smiled brightly, a smile that was so certainly real, you'd be cursed not to say it was full of joyful emotions.

"I want my arms..." Satoshi suddenly murmured, his eyes fixing on me, giving me an intense stare. "I really want my arms..." I held his arms. Back at him, stowed away in a plastic bag somewhere inside my room, labeled Satoshi Mochida's Beloved Arms. I was the one to blame. I hijacked his arms... An uncomfortable feeling settled upon me, and I screamed, hugging myself as I collapse to the floor, shuddering.

Weird thoughts took over my brain, thoughts like; I need to kill myself, I need to die so Satoshi can have his arms, scratch that, take Ayumi, no, don't kill Ayumi, I'm the one to blame! I LOVE you, Satoshi, so can you just hurry up and get it over with so we can be together?

I released another loud scream, and Satoshi grabbed both of my hands with alarming razor-sharp nails...