<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/un/03/z5/mebigpants.jpg)</div><br/>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true)<br/><br/><br/>Adrenanline shot through Aika's blood like pure light as the arrow passed over her, nearly slashing open the front of her fuku.<br/>While the archer was cursing, she flipped back into a seated position and drew her shinai, checkign it's grip.<br/>She accepted one of the archer's hands, and let his strength guide her to her feet.  Was she flushing at the look in his eyes?  Or was it just the adrenaline burn?<br/>Aika bobbed a bow, tossing her ponytail.  Rather than a cute piping voice, she had an elegant soprano--somewhat tomboyish in it's monotone.  "My thanks.  I don't think I would have gotten there in time.  Daichi-kun, ne?"  She allowed herself a bit of famine pipe and a cute smile when she asked if that was indeed his name.<br/>Aika took a dry towel and folded it twice before cleaning off anything that had reached Aori.  Noticing that Daichi hadn't known where to find the towels, she grinned and giggled a bit, but when he started to clean the arrow with the panties, she said "Hold on, Daichi-kun."  She tossed him another towel.  "Shine-kun plays those games.  He told me the zombies come from a virus.  Wash your hands once the arrows clean."<br/>Sure enough, the nurse came over the P.A. and confirmed her virus theory.<br/><em>Spot on, Shine-kun.  I hope he's all right.  And the rest of the club too.</em><br/>To his last request, she replied with another bow, "Please do stay with us, Daichi-kun."