In the middle of her unmasking, Yuzu's cell phone rang, and instantaneously the monster concealed itself. "Hello?" "Ah, Yuzu-onee-chan, I figured you were still awake," said a familiar voice. "Matsuri? What is it? Is something wrong?" "No," she replied. "I actually have something for you to shake you out of the moody big sister you've been these last few days." "And what may that be?" inquired Yuzu, with a raised eyebrow. "Well, see, here's the thing," Matsuri began. "When I first found you after your mom remarried, you and Taniguchi-senpai took me to that karaoke place." "Ok, so what?" Yuzu asked impatiently. "Look, Yuzu-chan, your Matsuri never, never forgets things that relate to you," she said. "So I formed a little band with myself as the drummer, Taniguchi-senpai as the guitarist, and Nene-chan as the bass. Would you perhaps like to join us as our lead singer?" Here Zu revealed a little of herself. "I don't want to shake out of my mood," she said crossly. "Oh, are you sure?" Matsuri slyly replied. "But I think you'll be missing out quite a bit on some tidbits of some sexy heavy metal music..." "I'm sure," Zu answered tersely. "Oh, well. I'll just ask you again tomorrow once your mood simmers down a little. Good night, Yuzu-chan!" Matsuri said, unaffected by Zu's character takeover. Zu hung up without saying any more. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness as a torch blazing in the midst of a giant cavern, and her jet black hair began to luminesce in the darkness of her room. Zu's lips had faded from their usual hot pink color to a fearsome black as her aura of doom once again emanated from her poisoned heart. She bathed in silence that night, with no melancholy thoughts about Mei, but she only brooded over her own anger. This thought only brewed Zu's temper to even more of a fever pitch than before. She left the bath in haste, her anger hijacking control over her every action. Zu spent another sleepless night, for the fifth time in a row that week. Her eye bags only made her spectral appearance all the more foreboding. Furthermore, whenever she heard someone make the slightest reference to Mei, Zu would briefly unmask herself to that naive girl who had dared to say her former girlfriend's name. But the following Monday, Matsuri approached her once again, as sly and as teasing as ever. "Yuzu-onee-chan, your little sister's calling you!" she chirped that morning. "You know we still need you for that little band I'm forming..." "Why would I want to sing love songs when I'm in torment?" spoke Zu. "No, no, Yuzu-chan, these are no love songs. I told you that this was a metal band, didn't I? Well, I really think this is an excellent time for you to vent your feelings, no matter how strong and terrible they are." "Well, I guess I don't say much about it," said a resurgent Yuzu. "But Matsuri, I'm sure you know what happened this past week -" here her eyes reddened again - "at home." "Yes, I do," said Matsuri. "I know that your sister's engaged and that she's marrying her fiancé. But say, Yuzu-chan, I know of several songs that couldn't be any more relatable to you than these ones." Here she handed Zu her headphones and had her listen to Three Days Grace. "You see, I really care for you, Yuzu-chan, and I'm sure Mei-onee-chan does too. But I know your feelings of sadness and anger are hitting you so hard, and I think this is the best way to let it all out." Zu contemplated in her poisoned mind on whether to join or not, but her decision was cast as soon as her tentacular hatred sprouted out of her back. "Matsuri," spoke Zu, "I'M IN."