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"Well, I'm full." Haruki said, scooting out of his chair and excusing himself from the table. He exited the hall and went up to his room.

...He hardly touched his food.

Greene looked to the plate and and sighed.
"Well if he a'int gonna eat it.." The furry hummed, eating the food on Haruki's plate.

Haruki walked up the stairs slowly, and on his face was found no emotion. His usual cheery demeanor was diminished, and a smile must have been miles away. He leaned against the window sil, and gazed outside.

Starlight, space, stars... and then some. It was a monotonous sight to see, for sure, but it was always so beautiful, hypocritically so. He was not here to examine the fine scenery, however.

"Michael..." he sighed deeply. "...I wonder... You must hate me for all I've done to get away from you."

Pat had followed Haruki upstairs curiously and perked his ears as he leaned in the doorway.
"Who's Michael?" He asked.

"Oh, hey Pat!" he exclaimed, forcing himself to sound so enthusiastic. "...And he's nothing. Nobody." he shrugged, brushing against the gray Furry's fur as he passed by and went down the stairs again.

Pat grabbed Haruki's arm when he brushed passed him.
"C'mon tell me." He said with a smirk.

"Nothing to tell." Haruki glanced, gently removing Pat's arm off his shoulder. He was headed back to the Main Hall...

Pat huffed and rolled his eyes, following him downstairs.
"Then tell me if it's nothing!" He urged.

"Don't be nosy." Haruki harrumphed, shaking his hips at the gray Furry as he entered the room and took a seat. The table was already cleaned up.

Mango must have been one heck of a busboy...

Mango shuffled around in the shadows, finishing sweeping the room. Greene came out of the bathroom an frowned at the awkward atmosphere.
"What's going on?" He asked and Pat huffed.
"Haruki wont tell me who Michael is."

"Mayhaps if you were not eavesdropping to the gist of my soliloquy, then perhaps there wouldn't be aught you would seek after." Haruki said, but held his mouth. "Oh no..."

Both furries's eyes widened.
"Dude what does that even mean?" Greene asked.

"No-Nothing! Leave me alone!!" Haruki yelled in a panic, running out the threshold of the main entrance, into the snow outside...
"Oh, what's this?" came Cell's voice, distant. "What did you two do now? Whatever you did, it couldn't have been very healthy for my contestant..."

Greene shrugged.
"I have nooooo idea.."

On the rooftops of the castle, on one of the battlements stood a lone figure; shrouded in a cloak as thick as the darkness itself. Though his face was veiled behind a mask that resembled a snarling wolf, his skin bore no inch or trace of fur; he was human...
As the howling winds blew and frayed against his surcoat, his long black hair flapping in the breeze, he stood as still as a statue; unseen, and likened to a blur to all who would gaze upon him.

"...Haruki. He is here. ...I will not stop until I find him." came his deep voice, thickened with a vast maturity.