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It's kinda hard to translate correctly what Yuri is actually saying because she is using the formal form of the language to Cassandra who is talking back in the most informal form of the language.
* um, excuse me?
** please excuse my rudeness. Adele-sama said I should introduce myself to Cassandra-sama.
*** I'm REALLY sorry! or Please forgive me!
**** Hey. If we talk, don't use keigo. It's hard for me to listen to. More over use simple sentences. My Japanese is really bad.
***** But that's rude...
******I don't care. It's hard to understand. But if you want to use keigo for your self-intro that's fine. so... go ahead.
******* My name is Yuri Mori! I died when I ws 24! My hobbies are shodou, learning foreign languages, and I love to cook.
******** shut up.
Shutting her bedroom door behind herself, Cassandra heaved a heavy sigh.

‘I don’t think she noticed...’ She was trying to convince herself that Yumi didn’t realize she had literally been another person. She smiled weakly at herself. ‘I must have snapped when I wasn’t looking.’

“anoo, sumimasuen,”* a meek voice called into her ear.

“Great,” Cassandra spat. “Now I’m hearing things.”

“moushiwakegozaimasen.?aderu sama wa 'kasandora sama ni shoukai nasaimasu' to osshaimasu.”**

“Can I not even be left to my own thoughts,” she asked the empty room.

“honto ni moushiwakagozaimasen!”*** It sounded like a pitiful cry. Giving into her self-proclaimed insanity of audio hallucinations, she chose to talk back.

“At least I’ll get some Japanese practice in,” she muttered bleakly. ”ne. watashitachi ni hanashitara?keigo o tsukauna. kikinikui da ne. sarani, tanjyunna bun o tsukau. watashi no nihongo wa honto ni heta da.”**** Cassandra was tired and it was still early, and she still had to meet Terry for their trip to the Keg. *****

“demo, busahou na...”

“ki ni shinai. keigo wa wakarinikui da. demo, jikoshoukai wa keigo o tsuttara daijyoubu. sorejya...hai, douzo."******

“hai?” The voice was annoyingly perky. “mori yuri to moushimasu?shinta toki wa ??sai degozaimashita! shumi wa shodou dattari?gaigengo o narattari?ryouri dattari?suruno ga daisuki degozaimasu?” Cassandra rubbed her temples.

“shaberuna” ******** She heard a small whimper. “Adele... teach her english.”


“Now, I don’t want to hear either of you tonight,” Cassandra said flatly. “AND when I’m asking myself a rhetorical question, DON’T ANSWER.” Silence. Heaving a sigh, she stood to leave her room. Grabbing her pentacle and a heavier jacket, she left Yumi to the apartment.

She walked slowly and sullenly down the well beaten path to the Wood Center, turning the idea that she was seriously crazy over slowly in her mind.

‘I hear voices now, but there’s no way to prove that.’ She wrapped herself more tightly in her jacket.

‘Ok. Supposing all of this is really happening...who the hell is Krad or Cole or whatever the fuck his name was. What the hell is with me hearing voices? Who the fuck are these people?’ Her questions just mounted continuously until they over lapped into a hard dizzying white noise in her head.

“Cassandra?” Her head jerked up, giving the caller a very wide-eyed expression. Terry was giving her a concerned but odd expression. “Could you even hear me?” She stared at him blankly. “I guess not.” He gave her a gentle kiss and took her arm, which she slide down and intertwined her fingers with his. She liked his hands. They made hers feel small and boney instead of pudgy and clumsy like they had always felt to her.

“So what should we drink tonight,” she asked him thoughtfully.

“Well...if you’re still feeling off. We can do chocolate cakes till we’re praising the Porcelain Gods. Or we can mix if up a little. Have some beers and bitch beers to go with it.” She smiled softly.

“I think I’ll be able to appreciate the latter a little more. I gott’a work tomorrow.” He gave her a sideways glance.

“7-11A or 11-3P?” She gave him a light laugh.

“My lovely usual. 7-11A.”

“Soo...Not too much?”

“No worries. I’ll deal with the hang over,” she stated with a clumsy kiss. Terry swooped her up in a tight bear up and kiss. Her insides squirmed with delight. Her smiled coyly.

“Happy Birthday, Cassandra.” She smirked.

“Did someone tell you or did you remember?” His smile faltered slightly.

“Charity told me.”

“Ah.”

Charity was a friend of hers from her Japanese class. They had actually met in her 101 Japanese class in her freshman year. They ended up having the same history class that was just before their Japanese class. Charity and Cassandra started talking when they realized they had 2 classes together back to back. Charity was the closest thing to a female friend she’s had since middle school. They didn’t do much outside of class together besides hangout at the Table reading manga, having lunch with the others or doing last minute homework. Now she was going to marry Terry’s friend Theo. She still believed it was a bit of a whirlwind romance, she was slowly getting used to the concept of them getting married. She was glad for them but she seemed harbor ill-feelings for their union. She didn’t know why, but she did. This malcontent must have shown on her face or she had been quiet for too long, either way Terry had given her a sideways look and squeezed her hand gently. She looked up at him with a wide eye expression.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah...” Her reply was very halfhearted. Enough so to receive an “Are you sure?” She gave him a small smile.

“Just thinkin’ too much.”

“About?” This was hardly a new topic of conversation for them since she had expressed her feelings several times about their friend’s union, so she excused further inquires with a flustered wave of her hand as if she was trying to swat away a fly.

“O-K.” He didn’t sound convinced.