Another Encounter

I woke up in the backseat of a car. My head hurt as I sat up, snorting as I blinked.
“Hey, look who’s awake.”
I could barely see who was driving me, but after a minute I focused and saw it was Hikaru.
“Hey Hikaru. What happened?”
“Guess you were out in the rain too long buddy. Someone found you in a puddle; they guessed you might have gotten hypothermia man. So I’m giving you a lift back to your place.”
I sat back, thinking. So Meeshee makes sure I’m not tracked, then leaves me in the rain? Maybe, like yesterday, she couldn’t risk being seen for long. That kind of made sense, but at least she could have told me what she was doing. But maybe I wouldn’t have allowed her to zap me if she did. I was stronger than her. I looked up at Hikaru and noticed he had his mirror pointed at me, looking at me with his big beady eyes.
“You alright man? You didn’t respond to me when I was getting you in the car.”
“Yeah,” I said, convinced about the circumstances and already past the treatment Meeshee gave me, “I’m fine.”
“Good.” Hikaru said, then looked at me for a minute before saying something else.
“I found you after the movie; the ladies are ok.”
I nodded to Hikaru. “I’m glad. Hope I didn’t worry them.”
“Ah, they’re fine. Risa was a little shaken up but she’ll be ok.”
“That’s good.” I looked out the window as I thought, and not about Risa. As nice of a girl as Risa was, I was really concerned about Meeshee. If she was constantly running, then she must have been wanted for something pretty bad. Would she stop by again, if she only contacted me to make sure I wasn’t bugged? I looked back forward and saw Hikaru was looking at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You like Risa, don’t you?” He said with a grin.
I chuckled to myself. This guy had no idea what I was thinking.
“Sure Hikaru, sure.” I said, looking back out the window. I think Hikaru was just hoping for some normalcy coming from me, and if joking meant things normalized, then his mission was done. After a few more minutes we got back to my apartment, and Hikaru dropped me off with a word to be careful. I only realized now as I walked up to my apartment how wet my clothes were; I must have gotten soaked through and through. Once I got in my apartment, I clicked on a couple lights and stripped out of my clothes, immediately throwing them into the laundry drier. They were only wet, I had just put them on for that evening. I went to the shower, got washed up, and threw on some pajamas before I went to the kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator and was surprised by something. I noticed the milk cap was positioned oddly on the container. I only recognized that because I always put the milk caps on normally; it made sense, given how I was the one buying the milk and didn’t want any of it to spoil through a silly error like putting the cap on wrong. I noticed this oddity only because I have a little OCD for detail. Fortunately I’ve used this in many of my business practices and it’s rewarded me quite substantially. I replaced the cap on the milk and got some food out, setting it on the counter. While I went about making food, I allowed the thought in the back of my mind to fester that perhaps I wasn’t alone in this apartment. Perhaps Meeshee had stopped by again.
“Meeshee?” I asked, feeling a little intimidated regardless. “You in here?”
I could feel something approaching. Call it nerves or a sixth sense, but I knew someone was coming. I couldn’t hear anything, but I knew someone was in the kitchen with me. I turned around slowly, making a grab for the closest knife on the counter. There, masked by the shadows of the room, stood Meeshee, just a few feet away.
“What do you want here?” I asked, a bit more gruff than I intended.
“Not to hurt you, so don’t worry.” I could see the curls of her hair hanging down, accented by the dark and the moonlight behind her. I set the knife down, but didn’t feel any more relaxed.
“Would you just tell me what’s going on? You got what you came for; nobody is looking for you through me, so you’re safe.”
“I’m far from safe.” Meeshee said, and it sounded like there was a bit of a strain to her voice, like she was feeling worn by the extent she’d obviously undergone to keep herself hidden.
“Then why come here?” I asked. “Why be in this neighborhood?”
Meeshee waited for a moment before answering, standing unmoving in the veil of darkness beyond the kitchen.
“I’ve done nothing wrong. I am different, and for that I’m being pursued.”
“What do you mean, different?”
Meeshee looked out the nearest window, not speaking for a couple minutes.
“I came to you because I nearly gave up. In a way, you saved me.”
I paused. As much as she was continuing to not answer my questions, she was bringing up some interesting things.
“What do you mean I saved you?”
Meeshee’s head suddenly snapped towards me.
“I apologize, Tamaki, but I have to leave. We will meet again.”
“Wait, come on!” I said as Meeshee turned away, “don’t go yet! I want to know why-” but Meeshee disappeared into my apartment, presumably out a window. I searched my studio with all the lights on, through every room and nook and cranny, and found nothing. I had to retire for the night once again knowing little to nothing more about Meeshee than before. With the school week starting up again, how was I supposed to figure all this out? No answers came to me that night, and neither did sleep.