Chapter3-

"Oh, look, Kumo! There's the clothes shop!"
"Clothes!?!?! You look just fine they way you are!"
"You're kidding. Right?"
"..."
"I'm in a torn up, old, purple school uniform!"
"Fine..."
"Great!"
We went into the clothes shop. I looked for a few minutes. Kumo looked bored to death and kept mumbling, but I tried to ignore him. Ah! That looks cool! I grabbed the outfit and flew into the dressing room.
"Hurry up in there, Bishoujo! We don't have all day!"
I finally emerged from the dressing room. Kumo stared at me.
"Well..." I asked.
"'Well' what?"
"What do you think, baka!?"
"It's nice..."
"Good."
I had on a black t-shirt, a leopard print shirt over it, gray pants, I had put my hair in braids with those ponytail holders, and the rat was on my head.
"Come on. Let's go." Kumo said.
"Where?"
"My house. It's sort of far."
"Oh."
We walked out of the shop and when about a half mile down the road. I went off to the side and sat down.
"I don't feel good. Can we...(I coughed a few times)...rest?"
"All right" Kumo sat down next to me.
"Tell me your story. I mean how you found me lying there in the road and all."
"I was on my way into town and saw you lying there. I picked you up, sat you by a tree and waited for you to come around. That's all."
"Hmm..."
There's some thing mysterious about him. I don't know what it is. Why am I even following him like we're best friends? He claims to have saved me and I follow him like he's my boyfriend!

Just then a girl came up to us.
"I'm in a huge hurry to get some where and I'm lost! Can you help?" she said. She looked a little older than we did. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, and a rather stunning face. A mysterious yet strangely normal girl.
"Where do you want to go...um...I didn't catch your name..." said Kumo.
"Because I didn't give it. My name's Heza. I have to get to Dragon Palace! I'm late to see the royal family!"
"Why are you so special that you get to see the royal family?" I asked. I had never heard of this palace or any thing being new here and all, but knowing some one who knows the ruler could come in handy.
"Okay, Heza-Chan! We're gonna pass it on our way to..." Kumo was cut off.
"Heza-Chan!? Call me Heza!"
"Ignore him. My name's Kurai, he calls me Bishoujo." I said meaning that he gives people weird names. Heza gave me that ‘You just sprouted a third head’ look.
"Well, I don't know what that means, so…" she said and I gave her an odd look.

"Just kidding." She said and smiled.
"You didn't answer my question." I said.
"It’s none of your business."
"As I was saying, we're gonna pass it on our way to my house..." said Kumo
"I’m really gonna be late and you guys are slow. Bye." and with that Heza turned and left.

We walked for a bit more down the dirt road. Nothing in sight. Just road and grass. I really don't feel good. Maybe I should... I collapsed.
"Kurai!" Kumo ran over to me and sat down by me. "Come on. I'll carry you." he smiled sweetly and I nodded my head. He put me on his back. A long time passed. I must've fallen asleep. When I woke up the sun was setting.
"I slept for a while, didn’t I?" I asked
"Oh! You're awake! I was just really worried about you. I don't have any other friends so if I lost you..."
"You only met me a few hours ago." I said sleepily. I have to stay awake a bit longer, though.
"It seems like more..."
That's the last I heard. I had fallen asleep. When I woke up I was in a very soft bed in a small poorly decorated guestroom. Kumo was looking out the window. He turned around when he heard me sit up. He walked over and sat on the bed.
"How do you feel?"
"Better. Did we pass that castle last night?"
"I'm glad to hear that. You had me really worried. Yes. You were asleep." he said smiling.
"Is this your house?"
"Yeah."
"Where are your parents?"
"They went on a business trip for half a month."
"They must really trust you."
"Not really. They don't care about me or the house."
"Oh..."
"Do you want some break fast? I made blueberry pancakes and blueberry muffins." he was still smiling. He had a very nice smile.
"Um, sure. You must really like blueberries."
"Not really. I'm just too lazy to go shopping and there's a blueberry bush out side."
I sweat dropped and tried to get up. Kumo pushed me back.
"Stay there. Break fast in bed, Bishoujo." he smiled again.
He left the room. This isn't right! He's being too nice! We just met! Oh, well. It is sort of nice being treated like this. Kumo walked back in with a tray.
"Here. I'm sure it's not that good. You probably ate much better at home..."
I took a bite of a muffin. "Nonsense! It's great! Your better than my mom...was."
"Thank you. Oh. That's right. That guy killed your parents. It's okay, though. I'll protect you. I promise to always be by your side and never let any thing happen to you. Okay?" Man! This guy has the sweetest smiles! The kid could melt butter!
"Thank you." I gave him a weak smile. I hope I said the right thing. If there was any thing I wanted to say I should say it now.
We sat in peace for a while. I ate my break fast (in which every thing had blue berries in it) and Kumo sat on the edge of the bed staring at me.
"Stop staring."
"I'm not. I'm just thinking."
"Hmm... Thinking..." I mumbled.
I started thinking about all that happened.
"Hey! Where's my rat!" I had forgotten all about him. It could probably be blamed on being so exhausted yesterday.
"In a cage in the living room. My hamster died last week and I didn’t toss the cage yet."

"May I take a tour of the house?"
"Sure."
I got out of bed.
"This is my room."
"Ack! Your room!?! It looks like a guest room!" The room was white with a gray carpet and a few pieces of furniture.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing I guess..."
We walked around the house with Kumo pointing out various things. We went out to the back yard and sat on some rocks.
"Where did you sleep last night if I had the bed?" I asked.
"I didn't."
"Really? Why not?"
"I just couldn't"
"But why?"
"I was wondering what I'm going to do with you. Okay?" snapped Kumo.
"Huh?"
"You can't stay here forever. My parents aren't going to like finding a girl in the house when they come back." he looked so sad! It's strange. I've never seen him any thing other then extremely cheerful.
"Don't look like that. If you look sad any longer I'm going to cry! You said your parents don't care about you. Right? So don't why we...not exactly run away, but-" his face looked happy again. He grabbed my hands.
"That's great! We'll stay here for a few days then I'll write Mom a note saying I went on along trip and I might not be back for a while!"
I shook my head. "Think for a minute. Were could we possibly go?"
"Hmm... good point...maybe we could camp out and stay at inns until we find a place."
"It might work."