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[Yuki did not drink the milk.
Yuki was the only one in her house.
Come the Milkman's afternoon rounds, a strange lull seems to fall over the area of 751 Partridge Drive as the white-clothed man skips cheerfully on his way. Nothing explodes, nothing collapses, but it becomes, suddenly, very still. The wind dies, the air becomes stale, and
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(Oh god, what the hell is that!?)
... Nagato!?
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[Yuki turns her gaze to the ground, her face immediately beginning to glow red. ...Somewhat unnaturally, actually. Is it Kyon, or has it suddenly become extremely hot?]
Kyon. ...I was hoping to see you.
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O-oh really?
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Of course.
...I always want to see you.
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(Damn, it's so hot... Wait a sec, I smell burning. Shit, shit! We're starting to get some fire here! No, I can't lose my head. Come on self, try and keep your cool. ... Then again, this situation is heating up. But I can't afford to leap out of the frying pan and into the fire at this rate.)
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[She looks up now and smiles shyly.]
Kyon? Can you... Can you do something for me?
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(Why am I still engaging in idle chit chat?)
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Please die.
[There is a brief rumble as the ground parts; punji stake after punji stake begins to erupt out rapidly, fanning away from Yuki.]
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[Kyon barely manages to move in time, being somewhat grazed by one of the stakes that come out.]
(Shit, shit, shit! FUCK! It's Ryoko Motherfucking Asakura all over again!)
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I... just want to be with you...
[This is punctuated by Yuki taking a step forward.]
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[And he'll take a cautious step back as she does this.]
I mean, wouldn't killing me be somewhat counter productive to the whole "being with me" thing?
(Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Even Koizumi would be a welcome face at a time like this. I wonder how long his esper powers would last against her?)
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Kyon... RUN! I'll take care of this...
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Shana...
You...
You like him... don't you?
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Are you sure you can handle this on your own?
(Damn it, what am I even asking? Regardless of whether she can or can't, I'm pretty much useless in a battle like this. I'm like the female love interest who watches from the sidelines in almost every shonen manga, completely useless in the ultimate battle between the hero and villain.
... Hold it, did I just refer to myself as "Love interest"?)
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[Yuki seems crestfallen as she casts her gaze to the floor. The drone falls quiet.]
I-I guess... he's happier with you. I-I wish you...
The best.
[Her last two words are punctuated by walls, made of the same material as the featureless floor, rising up to box the three of them into a single room.]
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