*continued* Ryoko saw Sakura clearly didn't want to talk about how that boy Risashi came over to her home, after he was sober, and apologized about his behavior. Well, if Sakura didn't want to talk about it, then as her friend it wasn't her right to push her. Ryoko changed the subject in Sakura's favor. "I can't pin up this piece of hair, itâ€™s too short. Can you hold it back for me? So it won't get in the way." Ryoko said. Sakura gladly agreed, happy not to have to talk about Risashi's visit. She grasped the loose strand of hair, twirling it absently-mindedly with a smile. "Thinking about how handsome Risashi is?" Ryoko laughed. "N--no...." Sakura mumbled, pink as ever. Mazari raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Sakura, why are you turning red? Do you have a fever?" Ryoko rescued Sakura from having to explain. "You know, I wonder how those boys are doing...I never knew how it all turned out after that Risashi guy got drunk. And that Fusashi boy looked really worried when we separated. I hope everything was okay in the end." Ryoko remarked. "Why don't you ask him?" Mazari asked practically. "Itâ€™s only practical." Ryoko shook her head. "I doubt they have a phone. The guys don't have a house, they said. Besides, I didn't give them my number." The telephone on Ryoko's dresser began ringing. "Oh, hold, I'll have to get that." Ryoko said, jumping off the bed and picking up the phone. "Hello?" she answered. There was a sharp gasp at the other end of the phone. "Hello..?" Ryoko replied, puzzled. Silence answered her. "Hello?" Ryoko said again, now wondering if this was a dumb prank. Suddenly she heard another voice at the end. Bits of conversation reached her ears. "Itâ€™s that Ryoko chick, what do I do?" And the other answered, "You idiot, why the he** did you call her?" "I wasn't trying to, it was an accident, I dialed a simple number!" Wait a minute, Ryoko realized, one voice was that Risashi Kamarge. And the other..."Hold on, FUSASHI? Is that you?" Ryoko gasped, shocked. Fusashi Kamarge?