<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em><strong>Outside In</strong></em><br/><br/>Kagami had began to make her way over to where the mysterious black-haired youth was fighting off the monsters, moving with an single-minded purpose, but stopped and observed him instead. He, and the large winged creature hovering near him both managed to fight off the creatures by--of all things!--shooting fire from his hands. <br/><br/>It was truly a magnificent sight to behold, watching the boy and his doppelganger move in almost complete synchronisation. Their actions were fluid and methodical, and Kagami was almost awestruck, but somewhere inside of her that awe was overcome by near rage. This predicament she was in had to be tied to him, the young student was assured, and it was difficult to marvel at a pair she was certain was wreaking as much havoc as it was correcting.<br/><br/>Kagami ground her teeth in silence as the last of the shadow-monsters was vanquished in sea of flame. <br/><br/>A low female voice came from somewhere to her right, and she looked to see a pale girl hunched over in the doorway of a huge glass building Kagami didn't notice until just then. Her spiked hair was drooping at places, and her eyes seemed tired. The other humans around her: the boy with the red hair who had been kneeling over her when she awoke, a small girl in cute Victorian clothes, a boy, injured and bleeding and another girl clutching to a beautiful doll with vivid eyes, all turned to the young woman in the door way and heeded her demand to return inside the building. <br/><br/>Kagami stayed where she was and watched the mysterious boy and his doppleganger approach the girl and the bleeding guy near the entrace, observed the girl with the doll as she handed it out to him. As strange as it was, they all seemed to know one another; that much was clear by the way the spiked-haired girl clutched onto the bleeding guy as if he were the only thing keeping her upright, and the way the crimson-haired boy with the messenger bag tended to the injured and interacted with the little girl in the cute clothing. <br/><br/>For not the first time in her life, Kagami felt more and more like an outsider. She had witnessed the same thing the rest of them had, yet rather than be bonded together to the rest of them with that common fact, she felt rather as if she had stumbled into a private affair completely on accident. <br/><br/>Still, curiosity blended with a half dozen different emotions caused her to take her first tenative steps inside toward the rest of them. Self consciously (she was in her pyjamas still, now dirtied from having been lying on the ground), Kagami spoke to the red-head first.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," She began, hazel eyes flickering apologetically to the girl closest to him resting on the sofa. "Uh...Thank you. I don't know what you did, but I was feeling pretty lousy, and when I came to, I felt better than I have in...awhile." She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she spoke, trying to keep her native German accent away from the Japanese on her tongue, an old habit. <br/><br/>"Pardon the intrusion," She said a bit louder so the rest could hear. "I don't mean to be rude," Kagami gestured to the injured boy, "but a name can wait. I just want to know what the hell I just saw, so I can go home and pretend it was just a nightmare I had and not think about it tomorrow. I don't want anything to do with this."<br/></span></span>