"Can't... I'm making a journal... or a diary if you want to call it that."

It was a simple answer. A sudden turnabout to say the least to suddenly have the urge to write something down, but for the two of them it wasn't completely... uncommon. Just an odd coincidence and nothing more. Whatever Clarice was writing, she seemed determined not to let Kanoe take a single peek and gestures to the bed quite calmly.

"Why don't you sleep instead? I'm not very tired and plus I have a psychology test tomorrow."

She smiles softly to her and continues to write down whatever was so important. She seemed to quirk a brow to the information about lactating without the exact source of milk. She didn't remember that being covered in anatomy, but then again so many odd things like suddenly growing a few inches in one night like Kanoe's breasts were able to do.

"I'm sure this is going to be one of those nights sleep won't come... even if you beg."

"A journal? At this hour?" Claire was acting very strange. Studying was one thing but a journal in the middle of the night? And why now of all times. "You can write it tomorrow love, get some sleep."

It was her turn to worry now. The having to make a diary only to find her lover was doing the same this very night added a number of concerns. She moves beside her lover and wraps an arm around the woman. The witch did not like this feeling. Kanoe did not have empathy like Claire but she could tell something was off.

"Is something the matter?" she says softly, "I'm sorry for being gone so much. I wish I could do something about it..."

"Writing helps relieve the mind of pint up thoughts. Edison had to do it, didn't he," she replies, but sighs finally. She had written down what was needed. She pushes back, cuddling the woman's soft embrace for a moment before standing from the table. She didn't want Kanoe to worry... too much.

"But if you insist, I'll try and get some sleep."

That was a rather easy battle to win for Kanoe. Clarice takes the book; dusting it off for a moment before shoving the thing along with her other books gently and nicely under her bed. She looks rather tiredly at her lover before nodding a goodnight. Slipping into her covers, she didn't seem very interested in cuddling tonight. The two of them did need some separation now and again so this was as well not uncommon for the two.

"Love you, Kanoe. Night."

It was not much of a victory. But she was glad the woman was at least going to try and sleep. Claire looked just as tired as she was after a long night. She puts away her own books before finally slipping into bed beside her lover.

Seeing the woman's back as Claire moves to her own side of the bed made the woman feel further away than she actually was. Was her lover angry at her about something? Shaking her head, she dispels the thought for now. It was much too late in the night to go prying much less open any sort of argument. The witch rolls to her side and shuts her eyes.

"Love you too, Claire," she replies before finally dozing into a restless slumber.

What she seemed to lack in patience for most of her time with the woman she built it up at this moment. She waited at least thirty minutes before turning herself gently to see Kanoe asleep. It was a pleasant sight to see the woman finally at peace. Pity she would no doubt ruin it if the woman awoke.

Sighing to herself, Clarice slowly slips out of bed, trying her very best to avoid rousing the woman from her slumber. How she wished she didn't have to get involved. Maybe it was the simple temptation of getting further into Kanoe's life or maybe she was just trying to be the hero. What was apparent was that the [assed few times she’s attempted have ended in vain. She slips on her robes instead of her usual night attire and takes a flashlight with her. Where she was going she would no doubt need it at this hour.

She allows her 'journal' to be just within the woman's view. Inside it would explain quite a bit without the woman worrying of where she was. She would know precisely where she was. She gives the woman a soft kiss to her cheek, brushing a few bangs away from her face. Next time she would see this face she would no doubt be in trouble. It makes one wonder why she was so bent on getting at Natsuki if she felt so inadequate for the job. But if she didn't do anything then no one would.

Stepping out of the door she makes her way to a certain office. If she was going down she wasn't going down alone. Knowing this woman was involved and having lied to her... this would set the record straight. And not only that, she had a little promise to take care of. She did mention if any harm came to Kanoe she would be very cruel to her. She didn't say anything about the possible emotional pain Kanoe has. With narrowed eyes she locks in a certain woman she was just dying to see again. And this time she was alone with no one to help.

As far as she was concerned, this woman was just as much a monster as the monsters themselves. Allowing herself to be used like a guinea pig would not save her the wrath of those she tries to snow over. She would make sure this woman was well taken care of before she makes her way down to that vile creature's domain. The very least she could have the company of the scared little nurse. At least then she would have some sort of shield for who knows what.

Normally, this may be perceived as going too far for Clarice. She was practically threatening a staff member; lord knows what that will do to her if that leaks to the headmaster, and she was holding someone hostage for the sake of saving Kanoe... or maybe it was revenge again. Revenge never seemed to be firmly in her grasp, but it was always that tempting sensation to get off on.

She shivers inside at the thought of turning into a monster. What was she doing in the end any ways? What would holding this nurse against her will and dragging her to the hell she's obviously obeyed to avoid? She starts to wonder if the fit of rage is just becoming too much for her sanity. It was a long battle to say the least... but now her sanity seemed like it could fly away at any moment...

A soft sigh leaves her lips as they close in on the door the nurse knew would probably be the last thing she would see. Her quivering cries didn't seem to phase the human-like monster behind her. Aside from soft breathing and a few deep exhales, Claire seemed perfectly fine with shoving the woman closer to Natsuki's den. A normal person may very well be screaming in fear, but the nurse was whimpering softly now. Seems she wanted the woman she was now under to get at least a few seconds of sleep before eyes would set souly on her before the blonde could be noticed. She would be the first thing the vile monster would see. That probably wasn't a pleasant thought.

Suddenly stopping before the door jerked the cowering woman back a few inches. Wrists still clasped tightly with bandages, it would be a surprise the woman wouldn't lose both of her hands from the possible lack of blood flow in her digits. The sudden glint and glow of her hands would catch the woman's attention. She was sure that would no doubt come as a painful contact with her fragile skin. The sudden rip that sounded like fabric would come as no shock to the blonde witch. Her hands raked through the bandages, tearing them off until there were small shreds of the sticky side of them left on Diane's wrists. She was turned around quite violently to face glaring, cold eyes, and her finger pushes against the nurse’s lips to emphasize the meaning 'silence'.

"Get."

That was all that should needed to be said for the woman to run away from the possible scene to unfold. Clarice's sympathy for not letting her mistress punish her then and there could very well cost the blonde some leverage. But if she had a choice in the matter... she was not going to be a monster.

"You have no room to make comments on entering another's room when you have 'that' intruding in the middle of the night for Kanoe."

She crosses her arms while glaring coldly at the nurse. Her sympathy for the woman vanished very quickly. She had tried to be nice and let the woman seek refuge to the outside world... but if all she wished to do was please this creature then she might as well just be one herself. Eyes narrow at the nude woman who stood before her. The no doubt 'regal' appearance she perfected to onlookers was more of an eyesore for someone furious.

"I don't appreciate being thought of as stupid. Your little underling here has a way of lying that insults those who listen and frankly if she had made a better story then practically confusing your name and attempting to cover it up, then we may very well not be talking right now."

She was in no mood for being and courteous to this woman. The way she lifted and carried herself was like nails to a chalkboard. The vixen was absolutely appalling in red. She does a similar stance to one expecting an answer. She may not be as powerful as this monster, but she could certainly play the part of at least acting like an opponent. Brushing a few strands of hair behind her ears gives her the obvious outward appearance of being the irrational type.

"I don't think I have to answer your question, either. The fact Kanoe has to out and loud lie to me to avoid talking about 'you' is enough for me. I was thinking of using this woman to my advantage but I won’t sink to your level to use others for the simple enjoyment… of being treated like a child."

She was sure to be very wary of the vixen now floating in front of her. She looks briefly to the nurse who was still kneeling before Natsuki and watches silently as her body was forced into the air. She knew the woman would no punish her for her sorry ways of lying and the fact she could've escaped, but she didn't know she would be suffocated. The woman was clawing for air, desperate to get life preserving oxygen into her lungs, yet she seemed to only lose more and more then regain any.

Frankly, Clarice lavished in watching her suffer for not understanding 'get' while the getting was good. Her sympathy had all but dried for the now weakly twitching nurse. Despite no sympathy led her to wonder how many times she’s gone through choking because of this monster. That would no doubt cause permanent damage to her if that was her usual punishment.

Her eyes blink closed from the sudden glare of lights, her immediate response was to cover her head with her arms to better adjust faster to the lighting. Upon focus... how she wished she had been blinded. But at least Natsuki was better dressed for the term monster Clarice had thought so frequently on. She couldn't help but take a step back to the gesture of coming any further.

"You've goaded me on to be quite unhappy. You're taking Kanoe sanity away from her by treating her like a pet. There's a distinct possibility I won't be able to stop you, but I would fail as having some commonsensical myself to not try to."

She was unsure how far she could possibly get in defending Kanoe without being 'punished' herself. Natsuki's display of power over the nurse was enough to make her quiver inside, but only on the inside. It would probably be until the very end that she would show any sense of fear. She was deathly afraid of suffocating, having had poor incidents happen at the pool with the creature's fellow monsters. She was proud of herself for not being phased by Diane's suffocating scene, but of course it wasn't her having the oxygen stripped from her either. That... and she utterly hated the woman.

"And I'd rather not come further in here. I'm sure someone like you understands why. I’m here specifically of getting you to come to some agreement… or you may very well not have someone to play with in the end if you keep this up."

She knew this was coming. Though direct insults on her mind power was taken lightly her eyebrows arched and furrowed to emphasize her glare when she directed questions at her about Kanoe. She expected the monster to be agitated and angry. Disturbing her sleep wasn't probably the true reason for her outrage and she shows it with an almighty force.

Something tightens around her chest, forcing the air quickly out of her lungs before she catches what was left. Her feet leave the ground as her body was forced to levitate unnaturally from the ground. She struggles quite a bit but the being had such a firm grip it was almost pointless to do so. She is forced to meet the cold wall and slides down fully to her knees. She coughs quite a few times, the breath completely knocked out of her. The air was almost like fire that torched her lungs... and yet it was such a relief to breathe again. She looks up and glares coldly at the girl as she nears her again.

"How... tehheeehhh... you perceive your ways is different from mine. Religion isn't the problem here... and it's apparent... someone thinks they're perfect in every way... w-when they're not even close."

She struggles to her feet, using the wall as a leverage as she heavies herself to standing in at least a semi-proper posture before continuing her cold stare. The vixen had some nerve to call herself a god.

"Preserving Kanoe's sanity. You do no such thing treating her like a pet instead of a fellow being. And you certainly didn't create Kanoe... so you have no rights of ownership either."

Finally able to get a proper breathing pattern again, she shrugs off what had just happened to her body and brushes herself of dirt to at least distract herself some from thinking too deeply on what this woman could do to her.

"Some odd hours of the night you decide to call upon Kanoe like a pet. I can't stop you from doing what you please... but hell will freeze over before I let her willingly come to you so you can do whatever you want with the woman. I don’t want you to ever come at night for her. If I had much of a choice it would be never. But you will give her the rest she needs or so help me I’ll make it extremely hard for you to be near Kanoe at all."

She could only glare coldly at the creature, still unwavering to let her get passed her built defenses and let her talk down to her thoroughly. What she said she cared little about; it was only action that made her blink in surprise. Her hair having a mind of its own was no doubt no the wind's doing.

The way the room changed was little then pleasant for her. How this woman could possibly know... Kanoe wouldn't have dared to have said anything about her inability to swim right? She watches disdainfully as a cylinder like shape slides down from the skylight and seems to form a few feet away from in front of the monster. She had seen things no human should ever see but distorting the room to her will? What was this creature?

Natsuki then suddenly beckons to her with confidence dripping from her expression. Her teeth grit as a force suddenly wraps itself around her being and begins to pull her abruptly to the vixen. She struggles and forces her feet to slide to her heel to maybe attempt in preventing herself from getting close. But it only made her feel more helpless when not a single inch faltered as she was brought to her knees. With an evil smirk she knew what the woman was going to do.

With a futile yell she tries her very best to escape the woman's clutches, but the immediate reaction was all the same. Suddenly thrown off her feet, Clarice’s disoriented mind only fluttered briefly until it clicked that she was surrounded by water… cold water. Her immediate reaction was a quick scream of fear followed by a few gurgles until she desperately climbs for the surface. Unlikely as it was, she felt her self pulled and for a moment she thought she was swimming. The hope was dashed when her hands reach out and grasp onto what felt like glass. She hauls herself beyond the surface, coughing incredibly and breathing in pound fulls of air she had lost by the sudden action.

Her head quickly turns to see Natsuki standing on the water, belittling her for not having the same power she did. With words much harder to say in this situation she can only grit her teeth and watch helplessly as the woman downsizes her. She couldn't let the monster get to her, but proving a point by threatening her very life did seem to click. The quick realization that she wouldn't be holding onto anything for who knew how long was another fear to be recognized. The woman wouldn't dare sentence her to death would she?

Eyes widen as the woman disappear from sight and her support followed with it. The abrupt loss of support makes her fumble for the wall underneath the water. Desperation took its hold of her mind and she was quickly clawing at the glass wall, digging her nails painfully into the side to keep herself from slipping under. Eyes cringe shut as she cries out solemnly from her nails in pain, but for now... it was the only thing that kept her from drowning. Her adrenaline would last... but she would most certainly be the water's victim in the end. Her splashing disturbed the surface; the small ripples seem to beckon at her back.

Not only was this water going to soon take the very life from her, but the water was absolutely freezing. Adrenaline could only cover up so much of her touch sense before she feels the very top of her body start to run cold. Another problem surfaced that her possible resistance to drowning had just been cut in half. One couldn't really tell if it was water or tears running down her face at this point. Her body was losing precious heat and wet clothes were certainly not helping. Her teeth begin to chatter together as she holds onto dear life. The cold water was like needles that sucked blood, but in this case heat from her body. In a vain attempt to keep herself steady she begins to undo her robes. Though not elastic as she wished, they were completely soaked so they couldn't take in anymore water. The need to live forces her to plunge her robe in a ball to make a sort of floating device. Quickly she gets onto it, holding the bottom of the robes together to prevent any air from escaping. It was working for now.

But she still had the problem of hypothermia. More then half of her body was squirming in dead cold water. She couldn't help but shake in fear and the fact she could see nothing. The well fell silent as she bobs only slightly on the surface. It was clear she was crying by the bitter taste she got from her gritting teeth. No one could possibly blame her for sobbing in such a horrible predicament. She had water, cold, and now the paranoid feeling she wasn't alone in this well all wrapped into one. She couldn't possibly think of anything else more horrible then this. She can look down and see Natsuki udnerneath below the ceiling. It was her only source of light and suddenly a slide of black metal slides udnerneath her, blocking anything of sight from her vision. Now all of her senses were useless to her.