She stared at the picture, swallowed hard and closed her eyes.  "Kiira, sir."<br/><br/>She took the cups and quietly placed them in the case.  Then she looked at the picture and handed it back.  "Arima-kun and I were sitting in the library working on our sketchbooks together when the screams came through the window.  He's a cute, quite, skinny, bookish boy, even when he carries that kendo bag around, no one ever thinks he can do anything with it.  We both stood, and I was about too offer a wise crack about a panty raid, but the look on Arima's face in that moment was so stern and quietly furious...  Did the samurai of old look like that before charging rifle lines with katana in hand?<br/><br/>There was no fear in him, but that taught me terror.  I staggered after him, desperate too save a friend I was sure was going too his death.  I too off my shirt too shatter the school display case and bring out a talisman that my dreams guided me too, and then I ran after him, tripping over my own feet all the way.  We got too the dorm courtyard and there it was, tall as an oak and just as thick, four armed with a devil's head and an ogre's horn.  He already had four of our classmates bound up in the tentacles from his back and more were wriggling between his legs."<br/><br/>Tears slid down her cheeks now as she continued.<br/><br/>"And that damned fool arima charges the thing without hesitating, running between tentacles and getting all the way too it, leaping up it with his damned fool oaken shinai like that would do anything too the brute.  His body flew from the demon and fell limp beside me.  I hit my knees in tears, staring at the shinai, and I clutched the talisman.  I did what any girl would do, the only thing any girl could do.  I prayerd."<br/><br/>She chocked, then sighed and pushed the picture back.  "I'm sorry.  I came too lighten your day and I can't even stop from smudging my makeup!"