(Suppression check take 10: 21)<br/>Yumi frowned and turned, locking eyes with Daichi. She smiled brilliantly as recognition set in, and the clamoring voices around her became much less interesting. She walked over slowly, hunting for his reisatsu...and not finding it. "You've improved," she said cryptically. "But I still have a few tricks." She calmly reached out her left hand, the silver Christian cross dangling from the bracelet she never, ever took off. She made a grasping motion, and suddenly the room was filled with white ribbons. The Reiraku of their classmates floated around them for all to see...if they could. Instinctivy she grabbed the one she knew to be her friend, looked at it, and paled at the blood-red cloth in her hand.<br/><br/>All activity in the classroom had stopped. Yumi had walked towards her friend, looked at her hand, and for no reason started screaming incoherently. "What's going on?" "I think she hates him." "Think she'll still go out with me?" "No." "Awwww."