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on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss? Can you stop whatever you're doing? The credits are about to roll," The bartender mutters softly.

The redhead turns and grins at the bartender who has been watching her curiously throughout their entire movie.

"Oh sorry," She mutters quickly before continuing to watch.

When the credits appear, Uozumi removes his arm and heads upstairs. The bartender shakes his head slightly and goes back to his station. He continues working for a few more hours before he finally closes up shop. As he exits the restaurant his cell phone begins ringing, which causes the bartender to pause mid step.

"Hello," He answers in a serious tone.

"What did she want," A female voice demands.

"I told you to leave." He says calmly as he begins walking once more.

"I need to talk to her."

"There's nothing you can say to her. Now go home," The bartender says sternly as he walks out of the restaurant.

The redhead stops and looks down at the street below her.

"I guess I was wrong; I guess there are plenty of guys who love me too." She mutters disappointedly.

Her eyes shift downward as she begins to walk away. She hears a faint sound in the distance. Her gaze shifts upward and she frowns as she realizes the sound is coming from an alleyway across from the restaurant. The sound becomes louder as she approaches the alleyway and she notices a figure lying on the ground.

The redhead raises an eyebrow as she slowly steps into the alleyway and crouches down next to the figure laying on the floor. The figure is wearing a black leather coat and appears to be unconscious. The redhead glances around the alleyway for a moment. There doesn't seem to be anyone present except the two figures lying on the floor. The redhead stands slowly and walks over to one of the bodies lying on the ground and kneels down by the man's side. The redhead reaches a gloved hand out and lifts the man's eyelids. She gasps slightly in surprise upon seeing his bright crimson irises staring back at her.

"Arima!" She exclaims in shock.

She reaches forward and touches his face gently. Her hand comes away wet with blood.

"How could you do this?! How could you let yourself get hurt like this?!" She yells as tears start to pour out of her eyes. "Why couldn't you have just trusted me?!"

She drops the man's eyelids and gets to her feet. The redhead brushes some of the dirt off of her skirt before beginning to pace back and forth in the alleyway.

"I thought you were different, I thought that you loved me," She mutters angrily as she continues to walk back and forth along the wall. "But you never even cared about me. You left me alone. Just like all the others." The redhead pauses in her pacing and turns toward the unconscious figure sprawled on the ground. She grabs hold of his shirt collar, ignoring his muffled screams, and begins dragging him out of the alleyway. She walks quickly toward the main road and starts to push the man through the crowds of people going to or from work. She ignores the people she bumps into, pushing her way past them. Eventually, she manages to reach an abandoned building. Once inside, she releases the man who falls to the ground in an almost limp manner. The man tries to get onto his knees, but the redhead pushes him back down to the floor. The man groans painfully, his body trembling and sweat pouring from his forehead. The redhead watches with a blank stare as her captive struggles beneath her grip.

Eventually, the man collapses under her and lays motionless on the ground. The redhead lets out a sigh and wipes her face clean, attempting to remove any evidence of blood on her face. She then turns to the figure on the ground next to her. She moves a strand of long black hair away from the man's face and smiles down at him.

"Well at least you didn't let your hair grow out." She says laughing lightly, "If you had, the girls would have liked it better that way."

The man rolls over on his side trying to shield his stomach, wincing slightly from the pain. The redhead chuckles lightly before bending down next to him.

"Well what are you going to tell them?" She asks rhetorically.

The man tries to speak, but only makes a weak croaking noise.

The redhead tilts her head slightly in confusion, "Wait, don't try to talk to me yet. You should wait until they get here. They'll probably be angry with me if they find you still alive," The redhead says looking down at the man lying beneath her. The man struggles again before giving up and rolling back over onto his side. He stares up at the redhead and attempts to speak again. After several moments spent repeating the same words several times, the man closes his eyes and falls asleep. The redhead looks down at him sadly before standing and walking to the other side of the alleyway. She stands silently staring down at the sleeping form before she turns and continues her walk toward the exit of the alley.