The New Girl Part 9

>You are Anon, a perfectly normal highschool student.
>You are currently sitting in your perfectly normal living room with your not so perfectly normal research project partner.
>Ryūko Matoi.
>So far things have been going well.
>However Ryūko seems distracted.
>Every so often you've noticed her inquisitively look around, as if she was looking for something.
Hey, you okay?
>Ryūko gives you a surprised look as she faces you.
>"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." She says with a smile.
>"Just taking a look around, ya know?"
>You nod your head in response as you get up from your seat.
Can I get you anything? Something to eat, something to drink?
>"If you have any lemons I'll take one."
>You wander to the kitchen and grab yourself a sandwich, and a lemon for your guest.
>As you head back to the living room something catches your eye.
>Poking out from under your bedroom door is that piece of scarlet fabric, it's eye like pattern staring up at the ceiling.
>Fuck... Must've dropped it there this morning...
>You pick up the scrap of cloth and tuck it into your pocket and return to the living room.
>You hand Ryūko her lemon and sit down.

>It's been fifteen minutes since you had returned from the kitchen.
>Fifteen uncomfortable minutes.
>Not because of Ryūko passing odd glances around the room every so often.
>Not because you felt awkward sitting in silence.
>But because your left thigh had started to feel like it had been scrubbed with stinging nettles.
>It had started as nothing more than pins and needles, but now was so bad that you were unable to focus on anything else.
>"Anon, are you okay?" Ryūko asks with a concerned look.
>Before you can respond the pain steps up, as if you had been stabbed.
HOLY CHRIST!
>You plunge your hand into your pocket to withdraw whatever may be the source of your torment.
>You hurl the contents of your pocket onto the floor sending the lose bits of change and lint scattering, with the crumpled piece of red cloth laying in a heap on the ground.
>Now, two things are immediately noticeable to you.
>1: You're no longer in pain.
>2: The piece of cloth is moving.
>As in crawling like a fucking inchworm.
>Nope.bmp
>You put your foot down of the shambling rag and put your weight into it to stop its movement only to be thrown aside roughly by Ryūko.
>You quickly pick yourself up and face Ryūko who now clutches the tattered and writhing cloth, holding it inches from her face.
>"S-senketsu?"
>You stand still watching the scene unfold before you.
>The squirming piece of material seems to glow as it rests in her hands.
>Ryūko continues to stare, her eyes sparkling as tears of joy begin to form, her face painted with an expression of undeniable happiness.
>"I've missed you so much..."
>Suddenly Ryūko lunges at you and wraps her arms around your neck.
>"Thank you Anon, thank you so much."
>Something tells you there's going to be another explanation coming...

>Ryūko left your house four hours ago.
>It's 1:00 in the morning.
>And for the second time Ryūko has filled your brain full of fuck.
>Turns out that piece of red cloth was actually alive, and used to be Ryūko's magical school uniform.
>Which had burned up in the atmosphere during re-entry.
>The more you repeat this to yourself the crazier it sounds.
>Hell, you'd have called the mental health centre had you not have seen the thing move, and thinking back to the weird occurrences with it the last few days certainly seem to add up.
>But holy shit, this has been one hell of a week so far, and with all this going on you really just want to get some sleep.
>You just start climbing into bed when the screeching of tires startles you.
>Soon after there's a series of extremely heavy knocks at the door.
>Rushing downstairs to answer the door you can't imagine who could be coming around this time of night.
>You swing the door open to reveal the hulking, broad shouldered form of Ira Gamagōri, staring sternly down at you.
>"Anon Y. Mous. You are to come with me, immediately!"

>Looks like sleep will have to wait.