Black boots clicked heavily against the hallway floor as Hanako made her way towards the student council room. An aura of almost tangible stress clung to her like a storm cloud one mere thread away from bursting. Today had not been the most pleasant day for the brunette, nor was any other day the early in the week for that matter. She had tried to subsist the mountain of stress by stealing away to quiet various locations on Astrea from time to time to draw or simply dwell in her multitude of echoing thoughts with little success. It was only a temporary relief, as she soon came to discover, but as long as she could keep herself under control, she figured it was the best option for the tense interval of time. A personality shift was clearly on the hazy horizon – a probably unpleasant one at that – and after a barely successful year of managing to stay, well, stay herself, she was not looking forward to experiencing one. Especially during a period of stress. There was no telling how Hagino would behave.


The student council room door was in plain view now, and the Miator girl could feel her heavy steps faltering slightly. She had never really found any reason to enter the lofty room unless her presence was required like at occasional Miator council meetings. Half the time she refused to enter as to not disturb the president if she was in fact present. Much like herself, Akoyama-sama clearly seemed like the type who preferred to be left to herself rather than indulge in interactions with others. Brief ribbons of her first initial meeting with the mysterious president flickered through the brunette’s mind at the thought of her. She still found her to be a little intimidating, but not as much as her original perception. A lonely soul veiled in a sort of mystery that was both simultaneously chilling and captivating. Hanako decided once again to remain inwardly guarded in her presence as before, even if just a little more open this time. Hopefully she could keep her momentarily unstable personality under control…


When she finally worked up the courage to close the distance between herself and the door, she encountered another moment of brief hesitation which she managed to push through. She knocked rather softly on the large door to signal her presence, before opening it and skirting inside, chocolate colored eyes searching warily for the president. She cleared her throat after a second and spoke softly, “Akoyama-sama, a-are you present?”

Kura's day had been, in general, uneventful. She had woken up with her face in general order, her uniform was newly laundered and her hair had fallen quite naturally in to curls that framed her face. She twisted one of said curls as she stared out of the window, leaning on the back of her chair. Despite this perfect start, her mood was particularly sour. It was one of those days where she loathed company and wished nothing more than to be alone in her solitude and mind. However, as Student council president, she had duties and many of them included other students. She had just had a particularly irritating meeting with her old second in command who had just informed her of her resignation on the council. This left a gap in The council's team and Kura was somewhat desperate to fill it in so her life did not become completely taken over.

As of who to fill this gap, Kura had many choices but few which she felt would actually be any good. She had been looking through the lists when she noted the name of Hanako Miyamae. She remembered the girl distinctly. She had been polite and rather shy, but something had lurked underneath. Every meeting with the girl had suggested the same, but Kura was not choosing the girl for her intrigue. She had shown to be polite and relatively hard working. Someone who did not feel the need to shout out her opinions at every moment, and someone who could take orders was exactly what Kura needed, so she had asked the girl via an amiable note, to meet her some time after her lessons.

Now that the meeting was closer, Kura rather regretted her haste. She had no want to see any human for the next few hours. She took a deep breath and watched as two young miatorian's ran past her window. She tutted lightly and turned around leaning on her chair with her arms, drumming her nails on the wood. This was merely a sort of test, or an interview for the position. She was still unsure of Hanako, since she was so unknown still. Not to mention that ghost of something that hung around her. With a deep breath she sat down at her desk and perused the papers with a sharp eye, pushing away any that could wait a day or two.

A small Knock came from the door and Kura looked up at the door as the lady in question sidled in and said her name in a small voice, looking at her. Kura gestured to the chair on the other side of the desk and could not help the face of irritation come across her face. "I trust your day has been good?" She asked in a voice that quite evidently showed she really had no wish to be asking the question. Small talk was always rather irritating although necessary.

Irritated. The president was clearly irritated. Not that Hanako had excepted her not to be. For all she knew, this day could have been just as bitter for the other girl as it was proving for her. Either that or maybe she had just desired to keep to herself today rather than deal with another's company. A general question was presented and had Hanako been less introverted, she would have answered without hesitation. But that was unlike her, and as was accustomed to her timid nature, she pondered in silence for a moment before projecting it verbally. She knew well these constant bouts of nervous hesitation might come off as an annoyance to the president, but it was merely a characteristic of hers - one that she was struggling hard to change.

"N-Not exactly..." The answer came out quieter than she had originally anticipated, but it would have to do. She walked quietly over to the seat the president had gestured too and sat down, endeavoring to keep her torn concentration on the matter at hand rather than the personality shift that was threatening to consume her. Right now was definitely not the time to slip. Not in front of the president. She worried how Hagino would even react to the silver-tongued manipulator. Her other personality could be quite tame and easily swept away in a fairy tale daze with a few coy insincere words at times, yet brash, mischievous, and foolish at others. Flirtatious, even, if she took a liking to someone straight off the bat. Hanako shook the worrisome thoughts from her head. She'd just have to keep calm and control the stress welled up inside of her. If she could at least manage that, then she could mentally manage to maintain herself...right? 

There was a silence that swamped the room for a few moments and the brunette couldn't help but fidget a little with a fringe of her auburn hair. She promised herself she would cease resorting to such annoying little activities when nervous, but it was just something that couldn't be helped. After a second, she folded her hands back onto her lap and shifted her gaze back to the president, hoping she had not augmented her irritation with her constant hesitations. She would have to work on fixing those too.


"...What is it that you called me here for, Akoyama-sama...?" She had made sure to speak a little louder this time, clearer even, in hopes to distract the other from her apparent nervousness. She knew that it was a bit foolish of her, as the president could probably see clear through it, but she had tried anyways.   

As always, that air of nervousness enveloped the girl like stagnant water. Her voice was just as stuttering as Kura remembered it and the pity she may have once felt turned to annoyance. Why could the girl not get a grip on of herself? With sharp eyes, she followed Hanako as she sat down and then watched her intently. She answered and Kura felt a pang of dismay. She had not realized the girl might answer truthfully. Although Hanako moved quickly on and asked why she had been summoned, Kura knew the etiquette, and more importantly, her curiosity reared it's head lightly. "We are in no hurry Miyamae-san, tell me first what has made your day so inadequate?" She realized her voice sounded somewhat disproving and coughed lightly. "If you please," She added in a far more amiable tone.

It was important to make sure Hanako felt like Kura's attention was on her, that was an crucial technique in gaining peoples trust. She shuffled her papers to the side of her desk and straightened the pens in to a line, then Put her elbows on the desk and rested her head on her hands so her gaze could not drift from Hanako. Unknown to the Miatorian opposite her she also slipped her shoes of her feet and flexed the toes. She was rather uncomfortable to be in the presence of another person right now and since fidgeting would be rather unprofessional, she took to wriggling her toes to try work out her irritation. It was a tried and tested technique after all.

The light filtered in to room softly landing on Hanako's face, had she been relaxed, it would have been a portrait of pure beauty. The agitation could not be overlooked and Kura noted that with the light haloing behind her, the president may have looked rather imposing. She softened her face hid every bit of aggravation and irritation her face may have been showing.

Hanako twitched a little as the president coaxed her to reveal the stressful undertone of her day, catching fragments of annoyance in her voice. Something told her the other had become rather irritated with her. Maybe not with her herself, though it was a possibility, but her timid nature perhaps? If that was to be the case, the brunette would find it to no surprise. Poor conversational skills had been the origin of its misfortune. Regarding the question asked at hand, she could feel the subdued stress flickering heavily throughout her at the recollection of the day. It had been a rather rough day from the very beginning; urged on by the stress of the previous week. First, she had to start the day recovering from an agonizing nightmare, then she arrived late to almost all her classes and had the misfortune of being chastised by the multitude of grouchy nuns before finally deciding to skip two classes simultaneously to recover and pour her conflicting emotions onto paper in the enriching solitude of Maiden Park. She had been forced to struggle with an oncoming personality shift since the previous night as well, and the stress certainly wasn’t helping. But of course she was not going to reveal all that. Instead she kept her answer vague and brief – a bit weak, even. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering, however, not because of a lack of confidence for appropriate words, but rather an attempt to control her personality from shifting right there on the spot.

“…I did not get enough sleep last night, s…so I arrived late to my classes and had to deal with furious nuns all day...” It sounded a bit pathetic to her when projected into words. What kind of cover up was that? Hanako mentally chastised herself and dropped her gaze, feeling quite foolish. She hoped the president would not think poorly of her for her half-true childish answer. The last thing she desired was someone thinking something of her not exactly all that true.

The president’s seemingly full attention was more or less on her now when she looked up again. It startled her a bit at first, as she had glimpsed the irritation she had been seemingly been trying to hide, but when the other’s face softened, she found herself relaxing a little. The girl next studied her in the following brief silence with wary brown eyes, admiring her dark curls and the way they framed her face. She recalled the time she had encountered her at Miator’s fountain and the way the wind had sent those curls haloing around her head, entrancing the young brunette. All in all, she found the president to be quite pretty. Hanako soon realized that she had been staring a bit longer than she meant to and quickly averted her gaze back down to the floor in a nervous panic, shifting in her chair. “…I-I am sorry, Akoyama-sama.” She murmured softly with a bow of her head.

It was a poor excuse of a reply. Kura thought it was not untruthful but rather that perhaps the girl has... left out some parts of it. The hesitation and the dropped gaze said it all. Her voice was always nervous but it had wavered and trailed off, and this is what gave her to think that there was more to say. Hanako even knew it was poor as her head was held in shame.
Kura didn't move an inch and saw as the girl looked up at her for an extended period. She noticed and dropped her head again and muttered an apology. For once however, Kura was in no mood for flirtation, prey or attention. The raven haired president took a deep breath and looked down at her papers for a minute as she thought. The girl was obviously under stress and something was distracting her, but she was keeping it to herself.

"Miyamae-san, I am president to keep the students safe and help them through their troubles in the school." Kura said laying her gaze on Hanako again. "However, even without the title, I would want to help you in anyway I can." She added, dropping her arms and leaning forward a little. Kura had no idea what Hanako was hiding. She only had what she could read between the lines. The girl had kept mostly to herself and she had never bothered to gain much information on her. "Please don't be sorry," she said softly. Unless I say so, she thought playfully in her head.

Kura knew how it was to have something underneath. Something hidden. Although perhaps her real self was not anything too bad, but it was always hidden. Whatever Hanako was keeping secret, whatever this cloud around her was, hiding it was always a form of self destruction. Of course she could not fathom what it was, but she hoped to find out, partly for curiosity;s sake and partly for the sake of the timid girl infront of her.
Kura strangely disliked seeing anyone suffer except from her own hands. It was an odd moral compass, doing the right things for the wrong reasons. Still she secretly hoped at heart she might have done a few good turns to help someone, somewhere.

Hanako managed to bring her lowered gaze back to the president as she began to speak. Even if the president were to try and help her, there was not much to be done. Or at least, Hanako often believed. The brunette was quite frankly loosing herself; pitted against the agony inside from the loss of her dear sister that had manifested into something that labeled her at times grotesquely unstable in personality. She constantly found herself fighting an internal battle that could not be won nor even slightly overcome. All to keep herself in control of her own consciousness. It proved excruciating at times, and there were moments were she just wished that poignant battle for her own mind would just cease and she could once again just feel alone and in control for a moment in her skin.


The brunette could feel herself beginning to slip in the ensuing moments, and she struggled to suppress it, endeavoring to retain her already slightly fractured composure. She couldn’t let it slip here. Not in front of the president. Not after managing an almost full year of keeping her split personality at bay. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and clenched her folded pale hands under the table, eyes still on the president in front of her, trying to focus on something. Anything. She probably looked like she was on the edge of a faint panic attack at the moment, and yet again felt guilty that she had caused another silence to befall their conversation. Concerned it might have irritated the president, she murmured another apology before proceeding to speak.


“…Akoyama-s—ah!” Her voice trailed off into a strange sort of whimper before she could even finish. A complete personality shift was hanging on a mere thread at this point. It was overcoming her, and she felt powerless against it. If Hagino were to overtake her, she sincerely hoped she would not cause any problems for the president lest it was to horribly freak her out. That was, if the other girl was not a bit freaked out with her sudden strange behavior already. Hanako shakily brought her hands to her head and sagged numbly against the back of her chair as she continued to struggle with her shifting personality. Everything was starting to blend together; becoming unfamiliar. The room, the president, even her own internal thoughts – they all were being replaced by thoughts and opinionated emotions that were not hers. She exhaled a pent-up shaky sigh. The storm raging deep inside of her was beginning to break lose, and with it, so was Hagino.

There was no reply, but Kura felt the atmosphere begin to change. The girl infront of her went rigid and stared at the table as if she were trying to bore a whole in to it. Kura sat back and looked at her. She looked pale and something was going on in that mysterious mind that was causing this discomfort. At fist Kura thought maybe the girl was ill, or about to have a fit or panic attack. Then Hanako gave a strangled try at saying the presidents name, but she trailed off and brought her hands to her head. With a sigh the girl seemed to loosen a bit as if the worst was over but Kura, having watched this scene unfold almost wavered. She could feel the change in body language and felt like suddenly infront of her was a girl she didn't know.

Suddenly Kura was on her guard and she drew herself up in the chair to her full seated height. One arm lay on the table taut and the other hovered by her chin as if she were about to rest her head on it, but thought better of it. Her violet eyes narrowed and she looked directly at the girl infront of her. She was not sure what had happened, but perhaps she was about to find out Hanako's great secret, and a little flair of satisfaction flared up behind the worry and anxiety. With a well controlled voice Kura asked "Miyamae-san, is everything alright?"

She really had no idea what to expect, Probably a fumbled apology or a quick yes and an exit. Kura knew the mind was a strange thing, unpredictable and everyone's had it scars and eccentricities. Hanako's had been particularly hard to work out, although her outside persona was always easy to predict. Kura had always felt there was something more she didn't quite get to see.
She still wasn't sure what she felt towards the brunette. A twinge of sympathy perhaps, but she had never particularly felt any feelings, negative or positive towards her. This meant she would be rather impartial to whatever happened next, but her mood could easily take a down turn, and she hoped Hanako would be wary of that fact. She hadn't expected the meeting to take such an unexpected turn, so it with curiosity that she waited to see the after effects of the event.

    “…I think so.” Her usual quivering, quiet voice possessed a bit more of a bolder tone. Her head pounded and she found herself unable to concentrate; concentrate on something, or perhaps someone, that she struggled to recall. Why had she been inquired this question in the first place? And more importantly, who had inquired it? In the heated internal war over the conqueror of Hanako’s shifting personalities, hers had faltered, and Hagino’s had rose to claim it in the chaos. Locations, names, faces, relationships; anything that her younger sister herself did not experience had slipped into a blurry void of memories that the imposing personality imprisoned in the very recesses of their shared minds. Hanako would not recall anything that transpired, or at least most of the time, as her personality would not recall anything Hanako had previously seen or experienced. To this side of her whom had never met anyone at Astrea, the president was nothing more than a charming foreign face in front of her. She could associate no labels, no positions of power at the moment because, well, she was not acquainted with anything about her unlike Hanako.


    The brunette scrutinized the girl sitting parallel to her, chocolate brown eyes glazed over in a faint sort of daze. A last desperate attempt to correct her shifted personality flamed at the corners of her mind, and for a second, Hanako broke through, and she recalled her for a fraction of a second, but in an instant the identity had slipped. Something about this raven-haired girl made her skin crawl, and she found herself almost a bit nervous under her violet gaze. Whether it was the last lingering remnants of Hanako’s personality shivering through her skin or an actual nervousness associated with an assumed sort of superior power, the brunette gave a mutual brief shudder. Whoever this other girl was, she seemed like one of power, one quite higher than herself.


    Curiosity and a blight of confusion brought on a small quivering of her lips that struggled to make any sense of her current situation. Why was she here? Who was this girl? The words failed to form into a verbal stream. She wetted her pale lips and endeavored once more, eager to remove herself from her current location if she was desired to. This might be the student council room, and if all memory served correctly, it was Hanako, not her, who should be present. After all, she had stated that she had wanted to serve on the student council once she arrived at Miator. If that was the case, then perhaps this girl was Miator’s student council president and this truly the student council room? Confused and not in the mood for meditating to heavily on it, she glanced at the papers in front of the president, glimpsed Hanako’s name, and decided to give it a go. “My sincere apologies miss, but I think you have the wrong Miyamae here.” Her voice was clearer, bolder; more confident than her original. “I am Hagino, and the one you want is probably my sister, Hanako.”


(I am so sorry this took so long! ;A; I was really busy. Everything has for the most part calmed recently, so I shouldn't be anymore. I am so sorry. ;~

The silence stretched on. Hanako seemed to be thinking hard, struggling with something, but to Kura the silence was deafening. The drawn out pause was not punctuated until the girl made a small voice and then continued with her brow creased. Kura was fascinated. Her dark eyes bored in the top of Hanako's head as if she was burning through the girls scalp to find out what lay in the brain. Still the girl was quivering and seemed to be sincerely anxious. A glazed look on the younger girls face as she glanced up at the Council president. She shuddered and finally the silence was broken again, but the tone and the inflection were all wrong. It was bold, a streak of confidence as she remarked that Kura had the wrong sister.

For a moment the raven haired girl was taken aback. She had no record of a Hagino Miyamae. Kura knew every girl in her school and this was not a member of the Miatorian school. Then again, she had just been talking to Hanako hadn't she? They shy girl was in front of her, it was plain as day to see. Yet it wasn't Hanako. Her core, her stature, everything had changed. Subtle but noticeably. Kura lent back for a moment surveying the scene.
This was some elaborate trick. Either Hanako had played the unassuming girl and was now playing Kura, or she had swapped her twin sister in to the school for the same rouse. Both would sincerely hurt Kura's pride and it was that damage to her pride that suddenly sparked the anger in Kura.

She didn't like not being in control. She hated anything that may make her look foolish. Her vanity was her very core and right now it was being attacked. Like a flame on lint the anger was threatening to catch on to every cell of her body and Kura swallowed thickly in an attempt to keep it at bay. Anger led to mistakes.
So many emotions were flicking through her and she didn't like it one bit. It was all a knee-jerk reaction to the uncertainty of the situation and so Kura knew the only thing to do was to make the uncertain certain.

She regained her air with grace and lent forward. "Really?" She drawled sounding bored. Her power over her own voice was in complete control still although there was a touch of danger in her words. "Where then, is Hanako?" She asked pointedly, narrowed eyes piercing in to brown ones.

(It's fine! I've been ill so it's fine ^.^)

Where Hanako would normally flinch under the intensity of the president's voice and violet gaze, the brunette before her returned her intense gaze without any hint of nervousness. An odd giggle rose from high in her chest at the presented question, and she leaned back in her chair, giving a modest shrug. "I am not really sure... All I know is she was really nervous about something, so she's off probably hiding somewhere." She explained, keeping her gaze trained on the other girl's face. "Or at least, that's my best guess...." She added with a ghost of a nervous giggle.


“Hagino”, as who she was now, knew faintly of her older sister being imprisoned inside of her. She could feel every twitch of resistance flickering amongst her stolen being; see every foreign memory that attempted to worm its way back into Hanako’s captive mind. Briefly associate them with certain distinguishing labels before they disappeared once more. The war for dominate personality had yet to subside, but as “Hagino” persisted, the further back into the recesses of her mind the war was pushed. She was oblivious to the fact that she was in fact only an inherited personality and that Hanako was currently dormant; asleep in the recesses of her own mind's prison. Imprisoned, to put it bluntly. But she, however, unlike Hanako, had no recollection of harboring a personality disorder, for she was the personality disorder.



She glanced back at the president. Her face, like the pathetically few others Hanako had come to acquaint herself with at Astrea, was nothing more than a blank slate lacking any label of familiarity. At least, for the moment; when her personality shifted back to normal, “Hagino’s” would fade and Hanako’s would be restored once more, and the president would be recognizable. But for now, all that was required was that the raven-haired girl kept composed and patience enough to witness the liberating shift to normality, and all could be explained. That is, if she would remain for that long.


“I know it is probably not my place to ask, miss,” She started suddenly, leaning forward in her chair a little, and ending the “miss” with a rising intonation as to indirectly request for her to state her name, “but are you planning to interview Hanako-oneesama for the student council?”


(Gah, sorry for another late reply! ;~  

This was indeed very queer and with little idea of what to do Kura decided to answer the question. "That was my intention yes." She said simply. But this was Hanako, this was a trick! Or a joke. Maybe she should laugh it off. Or maybe she was being laughed at. Kura mind was going like pistons and she felt suddenly rather small. She was confused, and the situation was out of her control. She would appear foolish. This girl was laughing at her. Her mind was spiraling down and Kura did little to stop it. "You know my name." She said a little strained. "You said it as you came through the door. Now stop this ridiculous facade or joke or whatever and explain yourself. I am in mind to take back my offer and send you to the nun's." He voice had hardened suddenly and become sharp and forceful. Her eyes were narrowed and her hands gripped the table turning them white.

She was so out of control now that she just wanted it to be over. She had an overwhelming need to get out the situation entirely and run away from it all. Her heart was beating fast and she was filled with a sudden anxiety. She hated it and suddenly it was like something in her just flipped. Like the last grains of sand in a hourglass, she was changed.

This was a Kura very few people saw. She was angry. It wasn't the cold anger that was usually hidden under frosty violet eyes. This was red hot and burning, out of control and taking over her. It was a panicked anger from lack of understanding. It was childish and Kura knew it but she couldn't seem to get control. It was an over-reaction perhaps. But her mind worked against her like that. "Explain yourself!" she said suddenly desperate for answers.

(Sorry for the even later reply! I've written it how I myself would actually probably react to the situation, it's just the kind of panic attack matiral that would get me in real life >.< So it should make things quite interesting!)

The raven-haired girl’s response was tinged with strain had an icy harshness that almost obliterated “Hagino’s” cheerful disposition. The response daunted the brunette; probed for certain memories that she just simply did not have anymore. She could not comprehend why this girl was so angry with her. Clearly, she must have been mistaken! As far as she could remember, this girl and her never had met! Unless, of course, the fuming girl had mistook her for Hanako, but if one had been acquainted with them both when the other was still alive, they would know well that that was highly unlikely, in appearance and personality.

“I- I- don’t—“ The words that tried to shiver out caught in her throat. She was frightened. Frightened by the sudden acidic harshness of the other girl and the confusion of trying to remember something she mentally could not. Slipping out of situations such as these had always been her expertise. Of course, that is, she had always been able to remember her aggressor’s heated claims. Here she was helpless – at the mercy of her own imprisoned mind. What did the girl want her to say? That she knew her and she had just been teasing her like she had claimed? Then she would have been telling a lie. Worse, one she could not back up if requested. A peaceful outcome seemed nearly impossible to achieve. The brunette wetted her dry lips – she had not realized they were even dry until she did – and attempted to speak once more.

“P-Please calm down, miss.” She spoke softly, having to force the words out of her throat which was beginning to close up with the presence of Hanako’s personality on the fringes of overtaking hers. “I do not know where you are recalling me from, unless you have mistaken me for my older sister, but I have no memory of encountering you. I do not remember saying your name, o-or what I am doing here! I do not even remember walking in here…! Please, understand. This is no joke, I- I—“

Her quivering voice trailed off as tears of vexation clouded her eyes. Speaking was just going to make it worse. But crying even more. She absentmindedly dried her eyes with her sleeve and coughed. Crying made “Hagino’s” personality unravel – recede back into the submission of her older sister’s dominant originality. Simply, when she cried, she was vulnerable, and Hanako’s original personality would have no problem settling back to its stolen normality. But she was not about to show infantile weakness in the face of such a chaotic situation. She wished her older sister were here. She would know what to do.

“Hagino” collapsed into herself slightly as she continued to watch the enraged raven-haired president, hoping her truthful words had calmed her down a bit. It was a foolish thought, as they completely contradicted the other’s infuriated claims, but there was always a possibility. And possibilities were good…right? “Please, m-miss…”

(It is okay~ And it should make things interesting~ "Hagino" just needs try and keep Kura calm long enough for Hanako to take over again and explain what happened XD)

She knew she was having an attack and it wouldn't leave her body, adrenaline was racing through her even as she heard the girls cries. She made her hand cover her eyes as she fought a war with her body. She had to get back to herself, and she coerced herself in to better, slower breathing and slowly things were becoming clearer less... wild.

Kura looked rather wide eyed at the girl infront of her. She could recognize real fear and this was real. She had no understanding of it but it was true. But no memory? That was strange and ... wrong. "Hana-Hagino-san..." Kura said warily, but she waned off. Memory loss was a serious thing and though her anger was still there it had subsided somewhat as her mind had picked up on the fact. Memory loss, she had encountered, but this was more like some twisted version of it. Where on took a different or perhaps a past name? It could not be real? But somehow it was infront of her.
With a sigh Kura closed her eyes and pushed the anger down, trying to douse it in logic and will. Her mind was still racing and her heart beating and she took sevral minutes in the now silence to calm herself. She had to gain control of herself, otherwise how could she gain control of the situation. She was shaken, and she felt wretched and tired but She relaxed slightly and pushed a hand through her hair. Hanako, had never seemed like the joking type, and hadn't there always been something about her. Something wrong, or off. Something that clung to her like a ghost. Could a Ghost really be something like this? Where the past haunted her within herself?

The whole idea was absurd and she wanted to remove it from her mind but it wouldn't budge now it had lodged. "Hagino-san, How can you not remember? and who is your sister?" She asked. Strange questions perhaps but they might let her get back in to some sort of control. She felt some of the adrenaline leave her but the anger made a quick attempt to flare up and she pushed her nails into her hand under the desk to keep it from taking over. Nothing bad can happen here, she told herself, you are in control. "I am here to help you," She said finally, and somehow, the voice sounded far more like her own once had, soft with an inclination of emotion.

“Hagino” looked on in alarm as the raven-haired girl collapsed into a panic attack. It seemed like an eternity had ticked on before she had calmed down, but even when her breathing had slowed to the tell-tale indication of more or less calm, the brunette was still wary. A glance in her direction and a wary state of her name – well, an almost mix up of hers and Hanako’s – and the girl looked calmer, albeit a little worn out from the attack. A heavy silence dragged on, and granted “Hagino” an individual moment to soothe herself from the fright of the other’s anger-fueled attack. She could not quite understand what had propelled the other to snap into such a fiery panic, and the more she attempted to come to a satisfying conclusion, the more clouds of confusion shadowed her brain. What had she meant? A few questions were suddenly cast her way – slightly abnormal ones at that, she decided – and she exhaled a last uncertain breath before proceeding to answer.

“I am not sure what you want me to remember, miss…. I do not think we have even met before… Or, maybe you have me mistaken for my sister…? I am sorry… And my sister is Hanako. Hanako Miyamae.” Contradictory to the wavering fragments of weakness in her voice when she commenced speaking, the last part was stated with utmost confidence. She knew who her sister was.

She was the endearingly boyish, arguably clumsy older sibling whom had nursed her whenever she was sick. Whom had always ensured her happiness and well-being, and never abandoned her for selfish needs. She had always been there for her, and her current absence came as daunting to “Hagino”. Perhaps this girl had somehow mixed the two up? It was unlikely, but not certainly impossible. She mused on it as an open option. The other girl spoke again, this time in a more calm and collected voice, and “Hagino” felt a little more at ease. Whether it was by the more or less reassuring words that were said, or just the softer tone in her voice, it calmed her a little. Though the worst seemed to be over for the moment, however, there was still a sense of instability in the air. Or at least to “Hagino”, there was. “…Thank you, miss. And are you alright?” She could not help but feel a bit concerned for the other girl. An attack such as the one she had just witnessed could really wear someone out, not to mention damage them a little. Numerous times she had observed her sister crumbling in the grasp of one, and each time the recovery period had been slow and rocky, resulting in a temporary shell of a sister that she did not quite know for however long it lasted. She tried to focus her still wavering gaze back on the raven-haired girl as she awaited what she might say.