Fuu brushed her drenched hair from her face and grimaced at the aptness of her thoughts. She had long since stopped running in the pouring rain since it seemed like it was getting her wetter. So she decided to just walk home with all of the grace she could muster despite her looking like a drowned cat (she prefers that better than a rat).

And if she had been a less refined lady than she was, she would have cussed explicitly from Tokyo to Timbuktu. People always thought her mild-tempered as an angel but she was only human. She had her bad days just like everybody else.

It all started when God decided to wake her up in the most awful manner and timing. She had another one of those dreams where she left Cephiro…and Ferio. Those dreams, more often than not, end with him running after her and always reaching her. It was not realistic but it never failed to cheer her up.

But last night's dream was different. He just stood there…did not run after her. So she just kept on walking away from him, turning around once or twice to look back. But still he just stood there and she kept on walking.

Not long after, she woke up with a start and found herself on the floor rather than her bed. She could feel a bump rising at the back of her head then realized that she was late for her class. She quickly reached for her glasses atop the bedside table only to realize that she had knocked it down during her fall and was now lying with a deformed shape where her buttocks had landed.

She sighed in resignation and fumbled through doing her morning bathroom ritual and changing her clothes. Afterwards she took a case from her vanity drawer and went on to put the contact lenses that she rarely used. A couple of failed attempts later, she had managed to keep the darn film on her eyes. She rushed out of the apartment and ran all the way to the campus, having missed the bus.

When she got there she found out that her class was cancelled for the day. She just shrugged good-naturedly and went to the cafeteria to grab breakfast. At the cashier she realized that she left her wallet at home. Not recognizing anybody in the crowded room, she was not able to borrow money and was forced to give back the food. Then she realized that she also left her history report that was due today. The said paper was on her desk underneath her wallet.

It was a good thing that the professor was very understanding and had even lent her some yen for lunch. This was one of those days when Fuu was thankful that she had a goody-two-shoes reputation. Had she been a slightly delinquent student, she would have instantly gotten an F and a reprimand from the professor.

When things started to look up, she realized that the higher she was, the harder she would fall. In the middle of chemistry lab, her eyes got irritated since she was unaccustomed to wearing contacts. She removed them for a while to soothe her eyes under the open faucet. It was then that her group mate had accidentally knocked a beaker of hydrochloric acid and the liquid spilled directly in the contact's case.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur…literally. Fuu had just wanted to go home and lock herself in her room and let the day pass. But her conscience wouldn't let her play hooky. She had never cut class before and she wasn't going to start now. Not when she could still see within three feet of her.

That had got to be the worst decision she had ever made. Well, next to her decision of leaving Ferio. By the end of her last class, a migraine had already made itself known and was making things more difficult for Fuu. During her walk back home she was shoved, bumped, tripped and yelled at. Good thing there was no hentai around for all hell would break loose if she was groped too.

The bright city lights of Tokyo had given her enough aid. She didn't think she could have walked upright if the streets were dark. But as usual, just as she was about to thank Kami-sama for the very few, very small blessings, something bad would come her way again. This time it was the sudden rain. She had waited it to stop but when it seemed that it wouldn't, she braved running in the downpour then slowed down to a walk in resignation. She wouldn't melt under the rain but she could get into an accident if she kept on running.

Not that she thought that anything else could go wrong.

I should have really just stayed in bed, she thought glumly as she fought another shiver from building. She was just wearing a thin, mint green, short-sleeved dress that stopped three inches above her knees. Definitely not something one should wear in a very wet weather.