Mikono smiled as the lights came up in the auditorium. White staircases and chandeliers surrounded her, and she was dressed in a peach embroidered wedding gown.

A cheer went up, and mikono looked out before her. In a strangely bright audience that stretched on for what had to be miles, thousands of people expressed their exuberance. Mikono felt tears come to her eyes, and she looked down, aware of a veil around her face.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around, finding herself face to face with Kakei. He smiled with more emotion than she'd ever seen on him, and he was unusually fully attired, wearing a black tuxedo, with his hair completely loose, flowing around his shoulders.

"K.. Kakei-san, what are you doing here? I'm trying to do a concert!" Mikono cried.

As she said that, Ai and Shinichi galloped up, pushing a cart with a large, multi-tiered cake on it. The cake burst open, and a strange woman handed her her guitar.

"Mikono, what are you talking about? This isn't a concert." Kakei said happily.

Mikono frowned, holding her guitar. "Then what the hell is it?"

Kakei looked down at the guitar, and suddenly it disappeared. Mikono gasped, and backed up, looking down at the floor and then back up at Kakei. He took a step toward her, and suddenly he pulled her toward him, cupping her chin in his hand. His eyes flashed with energy, and he closed his eyes.

"My darling, it's our wedding." Then, he leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes popped open, and her heart pounded.

They broke the kiss, and their eyes met. "Are you ready, Mikono?" Kakei asked softly.

Kakei cocked his head to one side, and suddenly, he punched her in the stomach. His hand penetrated her skin, and Mikono screamed. She felt him wrench something out of her body, and she weakly looked up to see him holding her guitar, coated in blood.

"You got blood all over your dress, Mikono-chan." Her mother growled, suddenly standing in Kakei's place. "You have to take it to be dry-cleaned. Right now, honey."

"Well how do you expect to save people when you can't even clean your own clothes?"

"Mama, I'm bleeding all over the floor. Can't you hear me?!"

"For no reason! You broke my heart for no reason. You're going to fail anyway!"

Mikono felt tears streaming down her cheeks, but suddenly Kakei, Ikeda and Sairai sat down next to her.

"You better not cry, you might short out." Sairai said flatly.

"Mama's wrong, isn't she? We're invincible, aren't we?!" Mikono screamed. "Aren't we?!"

Mikono opened her eyes, and found they were sticky with tears. Her cheeks were still wet, and her pillow had a large damp area where her face had been buried into it. She blinked and looked around the room. It was still early, daylight came through the small utilitarian window.

The dream still heavy on her mind, she got out of bed and stretched. A loud yawn slipped out of her mouth and she found herself in front of the mirror. She tugged on the boxer shorts she had slept in and frowned.

"I can't believe I actually slept in these clothes.." She whispered, eyes narrowing at the sight of her t-shirt, which had a silhouette of a nude woman printed on the front, and her boxers which were covered with cartoon cat heads.

"All night long, in Deputy Captain Toba's clothes.. I can't believe how well these Gaafiirudo boxer shorts fit." Mikono said, worried.

She sighed, sticking out her lower lip, and then she threw off her t-shirt, posing in front of the mirror. "Have I put on weight?" Putting her arms behind her head, she turned around and looked at her body.

Suddenly laughing at how ridiculous she looked in those shorts, she began to sing energetically, dancing and feeling just like a little girl pretending to bean idol singer.

"Girigiri made, ganbatte! Girigiri made, fumbatte! Pinchi no, pinchi no, pinchi no renzoku sonna toki ni... Urutoraman ga ho-!"

She suddenly turned around, opening her eyes, and gasping. There, in the doorway, stood Kakei, hands behind his back. "Ohayou, Mikono-chan."

Mikono stood frozen for a moment, not even thinking to cover herself.

Then, like a bat out of hell, she flew to her bed, screaming.

"GOOD GOD!!! DOESN'T ANYBODY KNOCK AROUND HERE?!?!" She shrieked, tears of bitterness flowing out of her eyes. She tore the sheets off her bed and wrapped herself in them, shaking with anger.

"I'm sorry, Mikono-chan. You wouldn't answer your intercom or your door."

"If you'd KNOCKED, I probably would have opened the door!!!" Mikono screamed.

"Well... they really don't require knocking, the doors are really quite thick, and that's why they have the doorchime.."

"Kakei-san, I'm sorry, but I really see you as more of a mentor, and... dammit, I won't be coerced by something like this!"

Kakei frowned. "I... I came to tell you that there's someone here to see you."

"He wouldn't give his name, but he knew where to find you."

"Oh, yeah, I bet!" Mikono snarled, drawing the blanket closer around her. "I only have one thing to say to you, Kakei-san, and that is that I will NEVER, EVER, EVER marry y--"

"Hey, Kakei-san, where'd ya go? Is this the right room?" A tall man entered the room, his narrow eyes scanning the premesis.

Kakei turned around, and smiled. "Oh, hello. Yes, this is the right room. I apologize for not escorting you to the lobby, but it was destroyed in an unfortunate riot incident."

The man shrugged, chewing a piece of gum. "That's allright, any place is fine. Good morning, Miko-chan."

"J...Jerry?!" she cried, as she dropped her blanket in shock.

Jerry blinked, and Kakei frowned. "Mikono-chan, you've dropped your blanket."

Mikono looked down, and when she looked back up, her eyes were full of fire.

"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'd like to put some clothes on." she snarled.

As Jerry and Kakei strolled out, Mikono sighed angrily. "Maybe I should just become a nudist and save everyone some time."