(*) The Mistress..in love?...
Jin now lay on his bed, studying the ceiling at his own risk, wondering if Nimsi had achieved in getting the Dragonballs.
If she didn't, he thought, her life will be no more.
There was a sudden knock at his door, and then it opened with a crack.
He sat straight up and saw Mistress Junikyu.
"Mistress, is there something wrong?" he asked, standing up off of the bed.
The Mistress flinched uneasily and closed the door behind her.
"I need to tell you something before Nimsi comes back, Jin," she said coldly.
"All right," Jin said in return.
The Mistress fumbled around with her long fingers for a while, then finally spoke with a soft voice: "I like you, Jin. From the very beginning when we first met I knew that you were the one just for me. You were wounded then, but I sat and watched you like a hawk as you recovered. I grew to like you so much that I turned you into a mutant like me." She smiled weakly at him, as she edged closer.
"Even if you don't like me in the same way as I like you," she was now almost touching noses with him, and her fingers clutched the back of his neck. "I want to show you how much I care."
Before the Mistress' lips connected to Jin', his hand was over her mouth.
"I'm sorry," he said calmly. "But I don't wish to know how much you care."
With that, he left his room with The Mistress' eyes full of tears.
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Later that day Nimsi finally arrived to find almost everyone upset. The Mistress locked herself up in her room and cursed at whoever knocked on her door, and all of The Mistress' new side kicks where all still being built. All that was left was Jin, and Nimsi was overjoyed. But the problem was that she couldn't seem to find him.
Nimsi had search every place in the dungeon, except for the laboratory, which she didn't know why he'd be in there.
She pushed open the door and peered in. Jin sat on the floor, hooking up a large chair that had strange equipment hooked to it. She couldn't tell if he was upset like the others because of his back being turned toward her.
"Umm..Jin?" She said softly so she wouldn't startle him.
He kept his back towards her, but replied a "What?"
"I um..got the Dragonballs."
Jin seemed to freeze in time at that moment, his hand hanging in mid air.
"You...got them?" he asked surprised, standing up and turning to her.
"Yes, I did." She stepped into the room and let the door close with a click. She ripped the necklace off from around her neck and held it out to him. "Here."
He walked up to her and slowly took it out of her opened hand. He could feel the power inside of it that vibrated rapidly, but knew that only four Dragonballs were held inside.
"Why is it that only four Dragonballs are held inside and not five?"
Nimsi's eyes moved back and forth and she took a step back.
"I-I could only find four in that girl's closet. And I know that the other girl doesn't have any."
Jin sighed deeply.
"Do you know who has the other?"
"Oh? Who is that?"
"Sky...? Who is that?"
Sighing deeply again, Jin grabbed Nimsi's arms. A sharp pain stung her side and she feel into his arms, unconscious.
He held her up and layed her in the chair.
"Sorry," he whispered. "You'll know when I give you back your memory."
Chapter 4 or Chapter 6