The New Girl Part 10

>You are Anon, the highschool student.
>It's 1:15 in the morning.
>And you're flying down the road in a pink 50's convertible.
>Why?
>Hell if you know, but when an 8 foot tall motherfucker with muscles that put Johnny Bravo to shame tells you to come with him, you fucking listen.
>So here you are, once again in Gamagōri's car.
"Hey, could you tell me what this all about?"
>Gamagōri stares ahead at the road, not bothering to look at you.
>"Satsuki requested you be brought to the manor."
"In the middle of the night?"
>"Yes."
>Now, you're not stupid, you're guessing this has something to do with that neckerchief.
>And considering how happy Ryūko was to see it you doubt you're in any sort of trouble.
>But c'mon, couldn't they wait until tomorrow?

>No, no they can't.
>This is evident from the large congregation standing outside the mansion's front door.
>You can recognize three members of the group.
>Ryūko, Satsuki and Mako.
>The rest however, are strangers which makes their attentive stares slightly unnerving.
>You make your way towards the crowd, Gamagōri to your left, his usually stern expression seeming more softened than before.
>Your advance is halted as Ryūko and Satsuki step forward towards you.
>Ryūko smiling happily.
>Satsuki with a more content look of acknowledgement on her visage.
>You open your mouth but are cut off by Satsuki.
>"I apologize for bringing you here this late Anon, but I felt it necessary."
"Its not really a problem, just kind of strange."
>You glance at the small assembly behind her seeing that Gamagōri has joined them.
>Satsuki notices your wandering gaze.
>"If you haven't figured it out by now, they're here for you."
>Before you could respond Ryūko speaks.
>"We wanted to thank you."
"Thank me, for what?"
>Your attention is drawn by the scarlet rag crawling over Ryūko's shoulder.
>The eye narrows at you before shifting its "gaze" to Ryūko.
>Ryūko smiles at you and laughs at some unheard joke.
"Oh... Right."
>"Eh! Matoi, are you going to introduce us, or are we going to stand around all night?" Shouts a nasally voice from the group.
>"Ah, sorry!" Ryūko replies as she pushes you towards the ensemble standing in front of the mansion's doors.
>"Everybody, this is Anon."
>With a nervous chuckle you give a brisk wave.
"Heheh...Nice to meet you."

>You gaze out towards the lights of the city from the balcony of the Kiryūin mansion, sipping a can of ginger ale.
>Your eyes not focusing on anything on anything in particular as your mind tries to sort out yet another overload of information.
"Hōka is the guy with the blue hair, Uzu is the one with green...
Nonon is... Mako's mother?
No that's wrong..."
>As you continue to associate names and faces in your head Ryūko steps out onto the balcony and joins you in aimlessly staring out over the city.
>"Something wrong Anon?"
"No, just tired, and trying to remember names. Kinda hectic for 2:00 in the morning ya know?"
>Ryūko nods.
>"Fair enough. I said we should've waited till tomorrow, but Mako made a big deal out of it."
>Ryūko adds a number of hand gestures to her statement, and despite your limited interaction with the coconut headed girl you understood exactly what Ryūko had meant.
"I can imagine."
>You swirl your can of ginger-ale and finish it off.
"I'm still sorry about the other day."
>You say as you put your can on the floor.
>Ryūko smiles.
>"Don't worry about it." Ryūko says nonchalantly.
>"I wasn't thinking. I should've explained myself better."
>You chuckle to yourself.
"Would've helped with the mini heart attack I was having."
>"Mini?" Says Ryūko.
>"You were whiter than a ghost."
>You roll your eyes and pick up the empty can and turn to head back inside.
>"Anon."
>You turn back to Ryūko.
"Mm?"
>"I can't..."
>The crimson eye one Ryūko's shoulder glares at her for a moment and squirms.
>"Err, WE can't thank you enough. We thought we'd never see each other again."
>You wave dismissively at Ryūko's words of gratitude.
"It's nothing. Hell, thanks for taking him back. No offence, but having an eye stare at me while I'm sleeping was weirding me out."
>The tattered triangular textile casts its gaze at Ryūko before looking at you.
>With a nod in agreement with the unheard voice the cloth possesses Ryūko holds out her hand, Senketsu crawls the length of her arm and 'stands' on the palm of her hand.
>"He wants to shake your hand."
>You reach out and grip the corner of Senketsu's 'body' between your thumb and forefinger and give a gentle tug up and down.
>For just an instant you swear you can hear a deep voice in the back of your head.
>All it says is "thanks."