"You're going to watch T.V., Himiko? Well, okay! I guess that's okay, and all, but don't watch too much T.V., or your brain will rot!" Tenko babbled on and on as Himiko trudged her way down the stairs with Tenko trailing eagerly behind her. Himiko sighed in annoyance and frustration as she plopped herself onto the couch. She reached for the remote, but Tenko snatched it away before she could touch it. "You don't need to do all that channel hopping, Himiko! I'll do it for you!"

   "Tenko...you don't have to do that," Himiko sighed. "I can do it myself."

   "Yeah, but, changing the channel is too much of a pain for you," Tenko insisted. "I know because I know everything about you, including which things are a pain to you, and which things aren't!"

   "It's not a pain flipping through channels as much as it is trying to find something to watch," Himiko muttered. "I can handle changing the channels." 

    "No, no, no, Himiko! You just sit there and rest and tell me which channel to stop on, okay?" Tenko said. Himiko groaned while Tenko flipped the T.V. on and began flipping through the channels. "Okay, let's see...there's the food channel, the animal channel, ooo, the workout channel! Wanna watch that, Himiko?"

   "No," Himiko muttered.

   "Okay! Wanna watch NHK?" Tenko asked.

   "No."

   "Wanna watch Nickelodeon?" 

   "No."

  "Wanna watch Cartoon Network?"

   "No."

   "Wanna watch Disney Channel?"

   "No."

   "Wanna watch B.E.T.?"

   "No."

   "Wanna watch boxing?"

   "No."

   "Yeah, I knew you didn't want to watch that because boxing is only for degenerate males," Tenko said as she continued flipping through the channels. "It would be a much better sport if girls were in it. Then again, girls aren't brutal, degenerate monsters who beat the snot out of each other! Only degenerate males do things like tha-"

   "TENKO!!! " Himiko screamed, bolting out of her seat. Her scream was so sudden and shrill that Tenko also jumped out of her seat. 

   "WHAT?! WHAT?! I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! AM I GETTING ON YOUR NERVES AGAIN?!" Tenko shouted, falling to her knees and folding her hands in a pleading position. 

   "NYEEEEH...PUT IT BACK ON THAT CHANNEL!!! HURRY!! GO BACK!!! GO BACK!!! " Himiko demanded, pointing frantically at the T.V. 

   "AAAAHHHHHH!!! WHICH CHANNEL?! I DON'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!" Tenko screeched. Himiko snatched the remote from her, causing Tenko to crouch in shame in the fetal position. 

   "Gimme that!" she said. Himiko hurriedly flipped back to the channel she wanted to be on. A junior chess tournament was going on, and the main focus was on two prodigies in the middle of a game. One of them was a boy, who looked about twelve years old. His opponent was a little girl, about seven years old. Her pigtailed hair was dark purple with the tips of her hair colored a lighter purple. Her eyes were a light purple, and she was wearing a white fur coat and a hat to match. But what mostly caused Himiko's intense reaction was the little girl's name displayed in the "vs." bar at the top right of the screen. 

   "KOKIIIICHIIIIIIII!!!" Himiko screamed, rushing out of her seat to go to Kokichi and Gonta's room. Instead of knocking, she threw the door open. "KOKIIICHIIIIII!!!" she screamed again. Dropping his paddleball, Kokichi sat up in his bed immediately and stared at Himiko in alarm. She rushed right into his arms, trying to catch her breath.

   "Himiko, why are you-" Kokichi began, but, like a crazy person, Himiko grabbed the collar of his shirt. 

   "Nyeeeeh!! Just shut up, and get your butt over here!!" she interrupted. Before Kokichi could say anything else, Himiko pulled him all the way to the living room. Tenko was still in the fetal position, trembling in shame. "Look!! Look!!" Himiko shouted at Kokichi, pointing at the little girl on the screen.

   "Huh...wow! That little girl kinda looks like me!" Kokichi said, raising his eyebrows in surprise. 

    "Yeah, yeah, but...look at her name!!" Himiko said. Kokichi looked in the top right corner, and stared at the girl's name in bewilderment. He felt shivers going up his spine. 

   "Kiki Ouma? " he breathed. 

   "You don't know who that is?!" Himiko asked incredulously.

   "N-No! I've never seen that girl in my life!" Kokichi stammered. 

   "Th-Then, why does she look like you and have your last name?!" Himiko asked.

   "Woman, I dunno!!" Kokichi replied, waving his arms around. 

   "Kokichi...what if...what if you have a little sister?" Himiko asked quietly. Kokichi stared at her in disbelief, then at the girl on the screen. He opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again, along with his eyes.

   "No..." he muttered. "I don't have a little sister because I don't...have..." 

   "You don't have what, Kokichi?" Himiko asked softly. 

   "No...it's nothing," Kokichi mumbled, looking away. Himiko gazed sadly at him. She wished she could help him with whatever had been bothering him lately. Kokichi sighed and looked back up at the screen. He walked closer to the T.V., his gaze fixed on the little girl. "Who is she?" he whispered to himself.

  "We can find out," Himiko replied softly, walking up next to him. She patted his arm comfortingly and gave him a small smile. 

   "I...I don't know if...if I want to," Kokichi admitted quietly. "I'm not sure if...I'm ready."

   "Ready for what, Kokichi?" Himiko asked. "Why wouldn't you wanna know?" Kokichi stared back at her with uncertainty. "You can tell me, Kokichi," Himiko assured. Kokichi shrugged and gestured over to Tenko, who was still in the fetal position. Himiko turned to look at her.

   "I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko," she kept mumbling over and over again. "I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko. I'm so sorry, Himiko."

   "Um...I think I'd rather tell you in private," Kokichi murmured to Himiko. Himiko gave him a smile of reassurance. 

   "You got it, Panta Bear," she said. She then went over to Tenko and gently shook her shoulder. "Nyeh...Tenko? You can stop now. Everything is okay, now."

   "OH, HIMIKO!! I'M SO SORRY I UPSET YOU!!!" Tenko exclaimed, throwing her arms around Himiko. "I'M THE WORST FRIEND EVER!!!" Himiko sighed.

   "Tenko, you're being overly dramatic again," she said. 

    "So...you're not mad at me?" Tenko sniffled. 

    "No," Himiko replied. Tenko happily jumped up from the floor. 

    "Okay! Do you wanna watch more T.V., or do you wanna come with me to the gym?" she asked. "Or, how about the park?! Or maybe we can-"

   "Ac...tually...Tenko, I need to talk to Kokichi about something," Himiko interrupted. Tenko's face fell. 

    "Oookaaaaayyyyy..." she whined. 

    "Nyeh...but, if you want, we can get ice cream later," Himiko promised. Tenko's eyes lit up. 

   "OH, MY GOSH!!! OKAY!! OKAY!! OKAY!!! SURE!!! WE CAN DO THAT, HIMIKO!!!" she said, salivating. Himiko's face wrinkled in disgust.

   "Ew, stop that," she said. "That's weird. And you're getting your drool all over your shirt." Tenko wiped her mouth and looked down at her shirt. 

   "Gosh! I guess I'd better go and change my shirt!" she exclaimed. "Well, bye, Himiko!" She ran off, leaving Kokichi and Himiko alone. Himiko turned to Kokichi. 

   "Do you wanna talk about it here in the living room?" she asked him. Kokichi shook his head. 

   "No. At least...not right now," he said. "I wanna wait until everyone's asleep. We can set up our pillow fort in here, and talk about it then." Himiko nodded. 

   "Okay, Kokichi," she said. "Whatever works for you."