Kurai!" came the teacher's voice.

"Yes...?" Kurai answered, drawing out the word in an irritable way.

"No open wounds in the pool," replied the teacher, pointing to the cut on her arm. She flinched. "Niwa, take her to the clinic."

"I can take care of myself," Kurai replied sharply, and left, slamming the door behind her, leaving the class in silence.

A few minutes passed and Kurai heard footsteps behind her. "M-Miss Inoue?"

She turned sharply. It was Daisuke.

"What do you want, Niwa?" Kurai asked. "Did Sensei send you? Or Reiko?"

"N-No," he said. "Everyone was kind of silenced by what you did. But...you weren't mad until Sensei mentioned me so I thought you were mad at me."

Kurai stood in silence for a moment. Then she just started laughing.

"Niwa...you say the funniest things."

Xxx

Daisuke didn't like it at all. That laugh…it's like she's mocking me or making fun of me without saying anything.

I don't understand it. There's pain in her eyes, but she's so guarded.

"How...did you hurt your arm?" Daisuke asked.

"I...did something stupid..." she said, eyes lost in memory.

They arrived in the clinic. The nurse fixed Kurai's arm quickly.

Daisuke hadn't noticed before, but there was a lot less light in her eyes than there had been before.

"Let's get back to swimming practice," Kurai said. "Don't fall in."

Was she being serious or sarcastic?

Xxx

Stupid cut. Why did I go out and nearly get myself killed?

Kurai sighed. She wasn't allowed in the water. Takeshi was messing around as usual when he slipped and knocked Daisuke in.

She stood. It played in slow motion. Kurai saw Daisuke hit his head at the bottom, and he didn't come up.

She was in in two seconds pulling him out.

"I think he hit his head," Kurai said, leaning over and checking his vitals. "Not...breathing."

"I have a license in CPR," Satoshi volunteered.

Kurai stepped back, and he revived Daisuke. Daisuke sat up and looked from me to Satoshi, then looked like he might black out again.

"Niwa!" Kurai exclaimed. "You need to go to the clinic."

Xxx

"No sign of a concussion," the nurse said, finishing the bandage on Daisuke's head. "He'll be fine, as soon as he wakes up. I have to take some calls, so can you stay here with him?"

"Sure," Kurai replied.

The nurse left, and Kurai stared at Daisuke. "I'm sorry, okay?"

He didn't stir.

"I should've given you CPR," Kurai said. "I shouldn't have let Satoshi do it. You won't be able to hold your head up for days. I-I…I'm so sorry!"

"Hey…." Daisuke sat up. "What's wrong?"

"I have a CPR license, Niwa," Kurai said softly. "I should have never let that happen. I…you could've died because I was being stupid."

"But you got me out of the water," Daisuke said. "You saved me."

Kurai stared at him for a moment.

He turned red. "Um…W-What I mean to say is…thank you, Miss Inoue."

Kurai looked down, blushing slightly. "I…didn't want you to drown. After I was…so mean to you, and then you got hurt like that. I owed you."

Kurai stood up. Her hair had been in a braid, but it had come loose and gone everywhere in shiny dark waves.

"Feel better, okay?" she said gently.

Xxx

This day couldn't have been any more tiring.

Daisuke was walking home from school when he was stopped by Kurai.

"Hey," she said. "I found this. Is it yours?"

It was Satoshi's handkerchief.

"Th-Thanks!" Daisuke exclaimed, grabbing it and running off. I can't risk transforming.

Xxx

"Good night, Reiko," Kurai said to her sister, and went to her room and shut the door.

She combed her hair out. "Damn these knots. Maybe I'll cut it all off. All of it. Then no one will mistake me for Reiko."

"AAAAAH!" The scream came from Reiko's room. "PERVERT!"

Kurai grabbed the butcher knife from her drawer and ran into Reiko's room. The Phantom Thief was standing next to her window.

"What is it with you and my sister's room?" Kurai exclaimed. "Can't you go terrorize someone else?!"

Reiko was curled up behind the bed, whimpering.

"And you, quit being such a baby," Kurai said. "Honestly, if he wanted to do something he would've done it already."

"What is it with you and knives?" Dark asked. "I don't think you're going to do anything with that."

"Don't test me," Kurai said, stepping up and poking the knife against his chest.

He caught the hand holding the knife and forced it down gently, then pulled Kurai forward and kissed her. Her eyes closed, and she dropped my knife. She opened her eyes. All of a sudden, Kurai saw what appeared to be Daisuke. He quickly ran and escaped out the window.

"Is it over?" Reiko asked, standing. "Is he gone?"

"Wimp," Kurai accused her. "Hey…he dropped something."

It was a little potion of some kind, the artwork the thief had stolen that night.

"Tomorrow," Kurai decided, picking it up, along with her knife. "I'll ask him tomorrow."

"Ask who what? Kurai!" her sister yelled down the hallway but Kurai went right back to bed.

My…first kiss.

Xxx

"Niwa," Kurai said. "My sister is confused. She was attacked again last night by the Phantom Thief Dark. Did she tell you?"

"N-No," Daisuke replied nervously.

"Reiko is sensitive," she continued fiercely. "I just don't want to see her getting hurt. Anyway…"

She smiled in a scary way and held out the love potion that Dark was supposed to steal the previous night. "Did you drop this?"

Daisuke paused. If she really knew, it was all over. But…if he denied it, maybe he still had a chance.

"N-No," Daisuke replied. "Miss Inoue, I'm really sorry, but I haven't seen that before."

She sighed in a frustrated way. "Niwa…I'm sorry I accused you. I just…I was so sure that…nevermind."

She walked off the roof and back downstairs.

Daisuke put a hand to his face. What was going on? Why did he feel like this? It was…so familiar.

He looked down and found that he had transformed.

Why? Why had he transformed?