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It was another day (well, no one could tell since it was dark) in the Astral Express.
Himeko, as usual, listened to music while sipping on tea, and indulging in small conversations with Pom Pom and Welt. Dan Heng was in his room doing what he does best (hiding in his room) and– “GAHHH!!” …March 7th was feeling frustrated. She entered the room and sat down on one of the couches.
“What’s wrong, March?” Himeko asked, she was worried since March wasn’t usually this mad. March frowned and grumbled. “Some of my stuff is missing! I can’t find them anywhere in my room…” The young girl sighed, stuffing her face in the pillows. “You must’ve left them at Jarilo-VI.” Dan Heng said as he entered, Stelle also entered after a few moments. The sight of March being distressed was a bit worrying, knowing that she’s usually a happy person.
“I couldn’t have! I would’ve known right away! They only started disappearing now…” March said. She sat up properly and pouted. “I’m sure your things will turn up soon. If they’re not in Jarilo-VI, they’re probably somewhere here in the express.” Himeko said, patting March’s back. The girl only sighed and kept pouting.
“Maybe you left them in someone’s room?” Welt suggested. “Impossible! The things missing are a few of my shirts, and my makeup kit.” It wasn’t necessarily uncommon for March to lose things, but she would never lose her makeup kit, never. “Did you borrow them, Stelle?” Dan Heng asked. Stelle shook her head. “I would’ve asked March if I could borrow it before taking her stuff.” She said, sternly. March did not feel any better. Her frown was starting to get contagious.
“We’ll find it soon, don’t worry.” Himeko tried her best to comfort March–it slightly worked, since March smiled sadly. “Okay..” March muttered. Everyone eventually went back to their business; March stared at the dark space, staring at every shiny star she could see, Dan Heng went back to his room, and Stelle…
Stelle went to her room, locking the door. Her face was stoic, but she was blushing. She walked towards her bed, sat down, and hugged a pillow–a pillow with March’s shirt as the pillowcase. She pecked the pillow. “I have to let go of this now…” She told herself, taking off the shirt from the pillow. She reached down to the bottom of her bed to take two more shirts, and March’s makeup kit.
People would call Stelle weird for doing this, but she couldn’t stop her desires from taking March’s things… Stelle loved her annoying enthusiasm, her cute face, her photos, she just wanted to have everything March had–she wanted to hug March, to love March. So, Stelle, being slightly unhinged, took some of March’s things, to feel more close to the girl. And she would eventually give them back… but it was hard for Stelle to take them back.
Stelle stood up and walked out of her room, on her way to March 7th’s room. She opened the room and was about to place March’s things messily (so March wouldn’t suspect that someone took her things) but the door opened.
“Stelle?”
March was standing at the door frame. Stelle looked back and blushed. March looked extremely confused at Stelle. “What are you doing here–hey! My stuff! You found them!!” March’s confused expression suddenly turned into a silly one, smiling. March ran towards Stelle and took her stuff from Stelle’s hands.
“Thank you!” March giggled. She didn’t suspect a thing. Stelle nodded and grinned. “You’re welcome.” She said. March didn’t even ask where Stelle found it. Stelle left the room and went back to her room.
Back to March, she placed her makeup kit on her desk and smiled. “Hooray!” March chuckled as she opened the box. Everything seemed normal. “Now! Time to put you where you belong!” She said to her shirts. March walked to her bed to fold her shirts. She folded the first one. And then the second… When it came to the third shirt, March noticed something weird–something out of place.
There was a lipstick mark on the shirt.