Kiki couldn't help but jolt when the teacher put her hand on her forehead. Both the action, AND the possibility of harm towards the teacher made her even more sick. After all, the spirit that held her prisoner in her own mind was a very jealous being. Thankfully, though, the spirit didn't seem to think bisexual pedophilia existed, so nothing happened. Thank the heavens.<br/><br/>Kiki gave a nod, muttering "I'll take my things now, thank you" She did so without any interruptions, probably because everyone thought she might start barfing green goo like in the Exorcist. The spirit wasn't that evil to cause Kiki such discomfort.<br/><br/>Out the door of the school she went, releasing her pent up breath in one burst. No one else would get hurt, no one would TRY to egg her on, everything would be ok. At least, everything except her.<br/><br/>She walked home in silence, looking at the other houses standing so peacefully, everything nice and neat, where it was supposed to be. Not like her own home, nothing like her own home. As much as her mother wanted to keep things normal, it just wasn't possible. She kept going, but a flash of color caught her eye. It was a flower stand of which she had familiarized herself with, since she was a regular customer. She approached one of the only human beings that acted normal in front of her and around her and calmly held out a few hundred yen. "One rose please." The man glanced over at her, then smiled and plucked a rose from the vase and replaced the bills with the flower. "For your father?" he asked calmly, putting the money in the register. Kiki gave a little nod, smiling softly for once at the thought.<br/><br/>She kept going, rose in hand, all the way to the suburbs of the small city. There the houses looked all alike, and Kiki was just fine with that. After all, if they were different, people might know just what house they needed to egg and toilet-paper on a daily basis, and her mother didn't need to deal with any of that. She was on edge as it was!<br/><br/>Before heading into the house, she went over past the old well to a small chiseled stone. Right in front of it was a picture of a rather handsome young man with square glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. Just the smile he had made Kiki feel warm, and she smiled in return. "Hi Dad. I.... WE.... miss you" she said softly, placing the rose beside the picture gently. Why did he have to go in the prime of his life? Leaving a shaken widow and a young daughter alone in the world?<br/><br/>"Mooom! I'm home!" she called as she walked in, instantly being responded by a sharp squeak and the clattering of a knife onto a cutting board. "Oh... Hi honey...! Stomach ache again?" the seemingly frazzled woman asked, picking up the utensil again to keep chopping vegetables for dinner. Just one look at Kiki's mother was enough to see where she got her pale complexion and black, black hair. She was always so smiley and sweet, now a shaking mess since her husband died over a year ago. It was either that, or the fact that her daughter had.... changed.<br/><br/>"What would you like for dinner?" she asked, brushing her bangs back behind her ear with a shakey hand. Kiki walked past her and headed up the stairs. "I'm not really hungry. I'm going to bed" The woman let out a soft sigh, looking back down at the cutting board. They hadn't had a family meal in months.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Kiki flopped onto her bed, allowing her book bag to fall where it may. 'A new teacher, a new death.... what else could happen today?' she wondered, getting under the covers. Just as she was settled in, she felt the blankets shift, and the slight pressure of what felt like arms wrap around her loosely from behind. She shut her eyes tight, knowing that she could never escape this demon.