"Hikari." When Hikari turned
round, she found Madoka having a pale face. "What's going on?" Hikari tried to approach
her. The cuff of Madoka's jacket looked
darkish in her eyes.
"Bitten." Madoka stopped by her
unharmed hand the hands of Hikari which
tried to roll up a sleeve. "Hikari," Madoka
said again. "Changing is disagreeable
one we had said before."
"There is a socialization
program." The words sounded in her
own ears hypocritically. "Hikari." It was
an imperative tone.
Hikari and Madoka are sitting down along at
the white table. Hikari had notpiercedthe forehead of Madoka. She could not do it.
"Please take care," The official who appeared with documents in his hand said,
looking at them. "Since she could bite
you if she would be surprised at a noise."
When Madoka took the seat in the shown room, she started pinching the fingers of Hikari in order and fingering it for a while. She drew repeatedly the fingers to her face in order to stare at them carefully. Although Hikari let her do as she likes, the figure of the official who entered the room hardened her body for a moment. Did the delicate change scare Madoka? Madoka then bit at the base of Hikari's thumb.
The official stretched out his arm toward Madoka's mouth, and nipped it with his thumb and other fingers. Her jaw went up and mouth opened perpendicularly. However, it was the official who cried out. Madoka's hand pounding the table found out the ball-point, and she thrust the sharp point into the official's arm.
He seems to have forgotten a blink. He grits his teeth and endures pain with an extremely cruel expression. Madoka escaped the official's hand, jumped up, and snapped off his both lips with a quick bite. Blood falls from his chin, tangling like strings.
Madoka burst out of the room. Hikari followed her and saw her running rather far away. A woman waiting for an elevator at the end of the passage was paralyzed with terror when she recognized Madoka. She stood up like a scarecrow. She was merely gazing at Madoka rushing toward her. Red cloth went up from the woman's shoulder. It was blood that spouted out from her wound Madoka bit. A square transparent objet d'art and the water flowing on it flushed.
