Warning: This will end up being a crossover fic, with some fanfic characters! (Not mine) And if somebody is acting in character in this fic, then I did something wrong......

Miki's excellent adventure, prequel

went the elevator as it reached the top. Nobody was in it.

"So what was the purpose of today's meeting?" asked Miki.

Miki didn't feel right. A little suspicion in the back of his mind was gnawing at him. Juri and Nanami seemed... detached today. Also, they were avoiding meeting his gaze. Something was definitely wrong.

"Miki..." Nanami began... "Aw heck, let's get right to it! Juri thinks..."

Juri cleared her throat loudly. "Juri thinks?"

Nanami sighed. "Allright... we think... we'll..." Nanami obviously couldn't find the words. "Umm... well... you..."

"I..." Miki supplied, obviously getting impatient.

Nanami lowered her gaze. "God, I can't do this..."

Juri nodded. "It's hard, I know. I'll tell him. Miki, we think you have a problem."

"A... problem..." Miki cocked his head. went the stopwatch.

"Nanami and I noticed a certain habit you have... we thought at first you were experimenting or something, but now... it's more then that..."

"What are you talking about?"

"THAT!" Nanami exploded. "It's that thing! Miki, you're always using it!"

Miki sweatdropped. "What, this?" He held up his stopwatch. "You're joking, right?"

Juri looked at him, true compassion in her eyes... "Miki... were afraid you're an addict."

Miki looked at Juri. He looked at Nanami. He blinked. He repeated. He blinked one extra time.

"Your both wacko." He concluded.

"Damn it Miki, were serious!" Juri said, starting to get angry. "Every where we go it's 'Click! Click! Click!' When is the last time you put that thing down!"

Miki looked perturbed "I... I... It's a hobby, that's all. I can quit anytime I want to! It doesn't hurt me or anyone else!"

Nanami looked like she was about to cry. "But it does hurt you Miki... It hurts you and those around you when we see what you're doing to yourself..."

"I- am- not- an- addict! Miki drew out.

"Oh really Miki?" Juri shouted, her voice choking up. "Then throw that stopwatch away, if you can really do so! For the sake of our friendship, if nothing else!"

"Fine!" Snarled Miki. He walked to the balcony, and drew his hand back...

His hand trembled. Juri and Nanami looked at him, their eyes full of hope. Miki was visibly sweating now. A cold wind blew across the balcony.

Miki drew his hand back, and hugged the stopwatch to his chest. Juri drooped to her knees, sobbing. Nanami put a hand on her shoulder, but looked more like she was supporting herself physically rather then Juri emotionally.

"This is fucking bullshit!" Miki exploded. "I don't have to take this from you or anyone else! I'm out of here!"

"No, you're not Miki..." Juri managed to say between sobs. " I'm afraid we prepared for this..."

Nanami nodded, a tear running down her check. "Yes we did... Boys, I think you've seen enough..."

Two heavily muscled men in white coats stepped out of the shadows from inside the seitokai meeting place. One of them was holding a straightjacket...

"Don't worry Miki, my family is paying for everything..." Said Nanami. "We've seen what stopwatch addiction can do, and we don't want to see it ruin a home ever again. Your being taken to a private psychiatric treatment/drug rehab center where they will make you better..."

Miki paused, seemingly calm. "I don't believe this..." He walked over to the men. "Very well, I suppose it will be quickest if I go along with this and prove my yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" He punched the closest man in the face. The man went down, howling.

Miki managed to run halfway to the elevator before the other one tackled him. He turned and tried to push the man off of him. The veins pulsating on the man's forehead showed that he was having trouble keeping Miki down. Suddenly, Miki felt a pain in his shoulder. He turned, still struggling.

A needle was inside of him, and suddenly he felt sleepily... Miki's head thumped onto the concrete. The first man pulled the needle out, wiping some blood from his mouth.

"Increased strength..." he mumbled. He turned to the two girls. "That's one of the signs of 3rd stage. You should have called us sooner..." The second man was fitting the proper restraints onto Miki.

Nanami was hugging a sobbing Juri, trying to soothe her. "I know. Neither of us wanted to believe it though... he just didn't seem the type... Just... just take good care of him, okay?"

The men both nodded. Miki was fitted unto an upright stretcher, and a mask was put over his head. "Don't take it away..." he mumbled. The men wheeled him into the elevator, and pushed the button.

As the doors closed, Nanami, no longer able to reign in her emotions, began to cry into Juri's shoulder as well.

To be continued...

I'm a genius. No you're not, I thought of this! No, I did! You're both liars! It was my idea! What are you talking about, you twit! Don't call me that! Why if I wasn't in the same body I'd kick your ass! You'd be down in one punch wussy! Okay, that's it! Ow!

This is the beginning. I promise it won't take as long as scream did/is...