At the moment the door opened, Haruki already expected Nyoko to enter. She was accompanied by some strange woman, whose form came off as strangely familiar, too - but as nothing more but a distant memory from an even more distant past. The long black hair and crimson hair bore a painful resemblance to the form of his master... But it was not her whom his cold glance without a sole spark of kindness was aimed at. No. That was reserved only and solely for Nyoko.<br/><br/>She froze in the doorway as their gazes met. His eyes were like cold steel, to the point of appearing scary despite being set in a pale face, above dark rings on his light skin. Those weren't the eyes she was used to. They were hostile and unwelcoming, telling her to leave him alone and not dare show her face before his eyes. She knew that look. And she wished she wouldn't have to meet with it again. His eyes narrowed slowly, and his muscles tensed, he clenched his teeth, to gradually turn his head away from her.<br/><br/>Nyoko didn't cross the doorway, even after being pushed in. Only reluctantly, she made a small step to put one foot onto the floor of his room. But she met with that marvelous sense of his - either sight, hearing, sense, a combination of those three, or simply sheer intuition - and Haruki knew about it. Instantaneously, his silent, but stone-cold voice as if pushed her out of the room.<br/><br/>"Go away." There was nothing more in that statement. It was only a plain, total refusal.<br/>"Haruki-" Nyoko outstretched a hand to him, but to no avail.<br/>"Go away." he repeated. "Get lost." That same plain, cold voice.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened, and shaking her head, she ran out of the room.