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Chapter Text

Two lines...

Two damn lines

Her life was over, over just as it had really begun. The three girls were more united than ever, Gwima was defeated, and the fans were safe. Sure, there were still wicked demons attacking them, but nothing they couldn't handle, and yes, there were even wicked demons in her life. Two, to be exact, and they were the ones to blame for her current state.
The thought made her sick, and her gaze fixed on the small stick in her hands, trying with all her might to change the outcome, even though she knew it wasn't possible.

What should she do?

A knock brought her out of her thoughts.

"Mira, are you okay?" It was Zoey, of course. How long had she been sitting here? They had to get rid of this thing before anyone else saw it. "Is she still in it?" Rumi's voice penetrated the door. Since she couldn't hear a response from Zoey, she strongly assumed she was just shrugging.

Where would this stupid thing go? Trash can? No, if one of the cleaning staff found it, there would be wild speculation.
Yes, because Mira wasn't the only one who now had companions in her life. The Saja boys had also become a small part of the Huntrix. First it was Nur Jinu and Rumi, then Zoey and Mysteri, and finally they surrendered to the two demons responsible for their debacle.

Another knock once again distracted her thoughts.

"Mira, are you okay? Do you need anything?" This time it was Rumi at the door. The girls probably thought they were on their period or something worse. "No, give me a minute," she stammered, hearing the slight panic in her voice.
She looked around the room; there had to be a hiding place for them.
Suddenly, it all fell into place. Her toiletry bag. No one would rummage around in there, and later she could hide the test in her penthouse.
"Um, OK, we're up next." Rumi's voice sounded hurt, of course. Mira was excluding her, something she had sworn never to do again.

She quickly rummaged through everything in her toiletry bag, put the test at the bottom, and arranged the rest on top so no one could find it.
Finally, she closed the bag and placed it behind the other two. A quick glance in the mirror to regain her composure before she went to the door and opened it.

Zoey and Rumi were staring at her as if something were wrong with her. Skillfully as ever, she played down the awkward situation. She faked a smile, clapped her hands to shift attention, and walked toward the door while yelling, "Then let's take these guys down!"

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The evening was great, the fans celebrated their new song, and the show ran smoothly. It had become a small battle between the girls and the boys. They took turns fighting for the number 1 spot in the charts.

Strangely, people didn't really remember what had almost happened to them, but they, too, were hypnotized. In any case, it didn't help Mira to concentrate on the current situation much; only the moment she saw the two demons again brought her out of her "everything is fine" bubble. They were standing on the sidelines, watching them perform live, as always. For a brief moment, she remembered the test, the feeling of facing something inevitable, and she felt sick.

And now? She lay there, awake, between the two slumbering demons. Abby lay on her back, an arm around her. Romance was on her other side; he also had an arm around her, his head nestled in the crook of her neck. It had taken a while for her to get used to being squashed between the two of them. She was used to taking up the entire bed like a starfish.

Now she mostly lay snuggled up to Abby, while Romance snuggled up to her from behind. That way, everyone could sleep how they liked. This position alone wouldn't let her sleep; after all, she was a stomach sleeper through and through. Abby's light snoring and the tickle of Romance's breath on her neck didn't improve the situation at all. Then there were her thoughts.

Two stitches... It could be wrong. The tests were never 100% reliable. She hadn't had any clear signs. The only thing was that her period wasn't on time, but that could have other reasons, right? Why hadn't she gotten several at once? Even getting one without being recognized was tricky. There was only one way she could shake off these thoughts. Her gaze fell on the digital clock on her nightstand. 2:26 a.m. A deep sigh escaped her. Sleep was probably out of the question for today.

The jolt through her body to get up caused the boys, both of them at the same time, to wrap their arms around her tighter. Annoyed, she blew a strand of hair out of her face. Even though she usually found that quite sweet, it wasn't helpful in this situation. With more force, she fought her way out of the tangle of bodies and arms. She crawled to the foot of the bed before touching her temple, a groan escaping her.

Her gaze wandered to the window. The curtains were still open, and the city below her glowed in bright colors. The Honmoon shone above it in soft rainbow colors. The remaining demons were glad to be left alone today. Today, she would slaughter an entire horde of them on her own, using only the energy currently coursing through her body.

Her mind demanded certainty and wouldn't give it. Her body demanded rest and wouldn't get it. It was as if her mind were repeatedly sending small electric shocks through her body. She often had this feeling when something was on her mind. With both of them tired, she shuffled down to the kitchen. The fridge was never very full. They usually ordered takeout, or others took care of their physical well-being. So it was ice cream.

As it should be, with a spoon straight from the package.

Armed with her cell phone, she sat down on the couch with the ice cream. She needed certainty and didn't want to wait months for it. She needed a doctor. Her doctor? No, definitely not. The risk of others finding out would be too great. She needed someone outside of the city, someone so remote that the chances of meeting someone who would recognize her were as slim as possible. Zoey probably already had hundreds to choose from.

Even though it took a while, she found a doctor. Almost two hours from the city in a small village,perfect!

Even if the problem was solved, she still had another one, or better yet, two. The two boys showed an enormous protective instinct. Something that bothered her, and when she first found out that they were secretly shadowing her when she was out alone, it escalated into a heated public argument. An opportunity that was immediately ripped apart by the press. She had come to terms with it, as she had with many things. Rumi said they should at least try it before completely rejecting it. Now she had the debacle. How could she get rid of them?

The opportunity was perfect. Zoey announced at the breakfast table that she and Mystery would be going out later. The driver's timing was also perfect. So her phone vibrated and the driver announced his presence, she wriggled out of Abby's grasp. "I'm meeting Zoey in town," was her excuse. If they thought she was out with Zoey, Then they wouldn't follow her.

The driver was beyond confused when Mira gave him the address. She told him she wanted to visit an old friend. Not that it would be the first time since Huntrix was founded. Time dragged on. She watched absently as skyscrapers shrank to buildings, and later, more trees than houses appeared. A little later, her eyes began to close.

She had specifically asked the driver to park a few streets away from the practice, so he wouldn't get any silly ideas and put two and two together. He opened the door for her, and she pulled her cape further down over her face. "Wait here, it won't take long," her voice lowered, and her gaze swept across the street. A car like that in this village might attract attention, but to her delight, the place was empty. "As you wish, Miss."

She quickly scurried through the streets and reached her destination in a few minutes. The practice was truly small and private. There was no waiting area, and luckily, she could walk right through. Her stomach lurched as she sat there on the chair, waiting for the doctor. What was she doing if it were true? Could she take on such responsibility? Her thoughts were fortunately interrupted in time before she could exhale.

After the typical greeting, the seriousness followed.

"How can I help you?" Her voice was soft and warm. Mira felt her gaze on her. But she couldn't look up, let alone meet her eyes. How controversial. She wasn't usually like this, but she was... yes, she was scared. "I..." She didn't get far. Her stomach ached with tension, she was sweating with nervousness. This state was foreign to her, and it shocked her. She took a deep breath. "I think..." Again, her voice failed her.

Her mind was blank.

"Have you done a test?" This question surprised Mira. The doctor seemed to understand. Without looking directly at the doctor, she nodded. "Okay, I have a few questions for you." Armed with a pen, the doctor began to jot down a few things on a piece of paper. "When was your last period?" Mira has never been a reserved person, but the directness caught her off guard. "Um, five weeks ago, I think."

The doctor continued writing, and now that no one was looking at her, she could turn her gaze to the woman opposite her. The woman wasn't that old, maybe mid-30s? Brown curls hung over her shoulders, and her gaze seemed focused. When she looked up and looked at Mira, she smiled warmly. "Are you experiencing any symptoms? Nausea? A pulling sensation in your chest, or anything else?" "No."

This time, Mira managed to keep her composure.

They maintained eye contact, and after the doctor had finished writing, she stood up. Mira was already wondering what the woman had written with so few questions. "Then let's see if we can see anything." The doctor went to the couch and spread out a sheet. "Please lie down and expose your stomach."

As Mira stood up, she caught a glimpse of the document. Questions she hadn't answered, such as "Sexual Activity and Contact," were filled out. Even though Mira thought this situation couldn't get any more oppressive, she realized the doctor knew who she was. Because the questions about her age and physical condition had also been filled out.

She was screwed.