Kaitlyn's dorm room was covered in shades of grey. Grey, and plain. So plain, in fact, that noone would believe it to be a girl's room.

The clock on Kaitlyn's bedside table was ringing. 'Kaitlyn' reached out her hand, and slapped the snooze. Then she rolled in bed for a moment. "Gimme a bit longer, mom, it's Saturday." Then she got up with a start. "Crap! Saturday! I forgot!" She blinked twice, for a moment. Okay, calm down. First thing's first. 'Kaitlyn' stuck two fingers in her mouth, and began to choke. Then she stopped, and pulled out a small rubbery thing. Right then. 'Kaitlyn' put the small rubbery piece in a small box in the drawer of her bedside table, then practiced her voice. "Do re mi fa so..." The voice coming out wasn't Kaitlyn's. It was one, much deeper, more toned... more masculine. 'Kaitlyn' pulled off her bedshirt and stared sullenly at her flat-as-a-piece-of-cardboard chest. She instinctively reached for the tissue to stuff her bra, then she remembered what she was doing, and stopped herself. 'Kaitlyn' took off the bra, and reached past the container for her contacts, and pt on a pair of glasses instead. She tied her hair in a ponytail, and put on a set of jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie, which hid her hair. As she went to the door, two thoughts floated across her mind; Nobody will ever recognize me without my makeup, or with these glasses, and I just hope Hitomi will understand.

A boy, about the age of sixteen, slid out the door, and down the hallways. If the grey hoodie he was wearing didn't cover his face, his mirrored glasses did a pretty good job. He slid out to the courtyard silently, like a wraith, successfully attracting noone's attention. The boy sat down at a bench, the only bench in the entire school parked directly under a cherry tree. He sat there, staring at his folded hands in silence, as though in meditation, and waited on the one he was to meet.

The boy sat silently next to Hitomi. Then, he looked up at her, his glasses reflecting her image. "You must be Hitomi. Kaitlyn asked me to meet you here." Before Hitomi could even respond, the boy continued his monologue. "Kaitlyn told me that she wanted to tell you her secret, today. Actually, she wanted to tell you here, and now." The boy looked up into the cherry tree. "She wanted to tell you her secret, but... she was too afraid to do it herself." Then the boy turned to Hitomi. "Oh, dear. I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself." The boy stood up, and took a bow, careful not to let any of his ponytail slip out from under his hood. "My name is Nathan." Then Nathan stood up straight, and reached his hand over his hood. "But you might know me better..." Nathan pulled off his hood, and loosed his ponytail, letting his hair fly back. "... as Kaitlyn."

Nathan was more surprised than he had expected Hitomi to be. "Uh..." Nathan tied back his hair, and pulled his hood up over it. "Well, I didn't decide to tell you. Kaitlyn did." Nathan rubbed his wrists anxiously. "I have split personality disorder, and Kaitlyn decided to tell you, well, I'm guessing because she thinks of you as a friend, and she wants you to know what you're getting into by being friends with her..."

Nathan tugged on Hitomi's sleeve. "Do you mind joining me for a walk up to my room? I need to get changed, and I am not very fond of being in public." They began to walk, at a slow pace.

Then Nathan began to talk to Hitomi. "I should probably explain it to you, entirely. My and Kaitlyn's situation, I mean. It used to just be me, but my life was hell. My mom was a hypochondriac, my dad was never home to help, and I had so few friends and so many enemies at school that life was just too hard on me. But one day, she just... happened. Suddenly, she existed, a person that helped me survive my hell. But it still was too much, when... my best friend, Sarah..." Nathan's voice faded, and a tear slid out from under his mirrored glasses.

He quickly wiped away the tear, and continued his speech. "After that, my life wasn't worth living. But Kaitlyn's was. She was the one living. I was just the body. The form. I'm just here as an emotional cushion for her. And her protector."

As Nathan and Hitomi stepped into the building, he asked her a somewhat peculiar question. "So, now that I've gotten my story out, do you have any interesting stories?"

Caroline woke up as soon as the first ray of sunlight hit her bed.
She sat up in the bed and enjoyed the warmth of the sun as it filled the room, happy her room was facing west allowing her to sleep in during weekends, she then reached for the bedside table, took up a remote control and with a single click her room was filled with music.
She then got on her feet and slowly dragging herself to the bathroom, she undressed and took a steaming hot shower lasting several minutes.
Afterwards she did her hair and got on some loose clothes enjoying she didn't have to wear a uniform today, she then went back to the bed, made it and sat on it and stared out the window.
Okay, its noon on a Saturday, what to do?
She then put on some shoes, unplugged her mp3-player from the speakers and headed for the door
Time for some coffee and brunch

Hitomi followed Kaitlyn to the food court, but was silent most of the way. When they finally got there, Hitomi was holding her forehead. She walked up to a food stand, and placed an order. "She is paying by the way", Hitomi said pointing at Kaitlyn.

After the food arrived and they had eaten, Hitomi spoke up. "So explain this to me. One, the voice, and two, the lunchbox."

Dessy kept sleeping in her room.

She didn't wanted to do a thing today, other than make some drawings, and only if she didn't felt lazy.

Simon had been up since the crack of dawn. He didn't know what to do with himself. He was used to waking up and getting started on the day's chores, but here in Japan he didn't have any. At least he never had any problem getting to class on time.

To kill some time, Simon turned on his radio and decided to see if Japan had any interesting radio stations to listen to. After an hour of futilely flipping up and down the dial, he settled on the AFN station coming from a military base. My Japanese isn't quite up to par to follow along with most of what these announcers were saying. Oh well, at least I've got the world news in English.

While listening to the morning news, Simon took a quick shower and ate a light breakfast. While getting an early start on some homework, he decided to reflect on his time here so far. The events of the last week hadn't quite settled in his head. Wow, this place is even stranger than I'd expected. I guess that's the price of admission here, or more accurately, the lack of one. I grow up mostly sheltered, and then I come around and attend what must be one of the wackiest schools in Japan. Maybe that "karma" nonsense that Dad is always raving about actually has some weight to it.

After finishing up his homework, Simon gathered up several shopping bags, started pulling out small clay pots and bags of potting soil, and after an hour of pouring and measuring, he'd filled several pots. Now where'd I put those seeds? Was it this bag? No, this one? No...

...

That's right! I haven't bought them yet. I was in a hurry to get back to the dorms and couldn't figure out the names on the packets. Well, I've got the rest of the day to find that shop again and puzzle over the shelves again. Oh look, it's already almost noon. I should get lunch while I'm out as well.

Simon slipped his shoes on, jammed his translation dictionary into a back pocket, and headed out the door.

"Caroline..." Hearing her name, she looked around, and finally saw Hitomi, standing a few feet from her. "Hitomi! What are you doing here?"

Holding up her cup, she motioned to the coffee shop. "I needed some tea, so I came here to get some. I was thinking of going to look around at some of the shops in this place, wanna join me?"

Caroline nodded, and the pair walked off together, heading toward the shopping district.

(I have permission to control Caroline, if just a little)

Hitomi Looked over at Caroline, "They have stuff, you just gotta ask. But if you want to see a movie, thats fine. Although I would rather go in there."

She pointed across the mall to the Build-A-Bear shop. Caroline didn't look to thrilled, but Hitomi grabbed her hand and lead her into the shop. Hitomi was truly happy in this place, and quickly picked out a bear and got to work. About twenty minutes later, they both walked out, Hitomi holding two packages.

"Here, this is for you.", Hitomi said as she handed one of the bags to Caroline. A bit puzzled, she opened it up, and pulled out a little Wolf. She noticed a tag on it's collar, that read To Caroline, from your friend.

Kaitlyn strolled slowly throughout the mall. She wouldn't blow my cover, would she? Kaitlyn was obviously still worried about Hitomi's threat. "I really need a frap." Code for frappucino, as it were.

Just as she said that, her eye caught onto a Starbuck's. "Woah! They have a Starbuck's out here? Sweet..." She walked in, and shouted for her drink, in the Japanese she was so glad she knew. As the bartender slid it over to her, she took a long slurp, and paid the man. As she sipped out of the large cup, and took a seat at a chair facing the only doorway. I really hate this vice, I know I'm going to have a headache by tonight.