MEETING

That boy was there. Again. Mizuchi watched him from afar. Something in him make her interested. But she don't know exactly what it was. Maybe it was because his looks (mess up, but still looks good, even handsome). Maybe it was because the way he sat down the tree at the corner of the park, and do nothing (but gazed at people without really saw them). Or maybe it was because his eyes (which she loves the most). The colours of his eyes is a perfect beauty. Like the sunset. Mizuchi also like the way they stared away, at something so far beyond the sight. Something that nobody else would understand but him. And maybe, her. His stare was similar with Mizuchi's. Almost exact. Mizuchi was imagined that he saw the world, the life, in a same way that she did. Or maybe not. Who really knows?

Mizuchi wanted to know more about him. It was strange. She never wanted to know everyone, anyone, before. Never. Mizuchi never cared about people. Nor trust them. But, he... He was different. She couldn't tell why she felt that way. She didn't know.

Mizuchi held her umbrella on her head. The day was raining low. School is over and she was in her way back home. When she passed near the park, Mizuchi saw him in the same place, like the last few days. Mizuchi walked right to him. When he looked up and found she move closer to him, he threw her a glare. A really sharp one.

What a beautiful eyes, Mizuchi thought.

And that was she said to him. He frowned at her. Confused.

The rain goes heavy and he started to soaked slowly. Mizuchi pointed her umbrella.

Want a share? She asked.

No, he answered, rudely. Go away.

Alright, then, said Mizuchi. I don't need this either.

And she threw away her umbrella. The boy looked at her like she was insane but Mizuchi didn't care. She always loves the rain. She told the boy so. The boy decided to ignore her. But Mizuchi lingered in front of him, smiled and asked,

Who are you?

He glared.

What's your bussiness?

Nothing, she answered, I just want to know you more.

He looked away in silent. Mizuchi waited.

I'm nothing, he whispered, finally, after minutes.

Is that your name?

Of course not, are you stupid?

So what's your name? Or you don't have one?

I DO have one. But how polite you are, asked someone's name when you don't tell your first?

Mine's Mizuchi.

He keep his silent. Mizuchi tried again.

And your is?

Yukine.

Nice name.

Yukine glared.

Mizuchi stay for a while before she decided to go home. She soaked. Yukine gazed at her. Mizuchi smiled back and waved.

See you tommorrow, she said.

Yukine just stared at her weirdly. Mizuchi was about to leave when he suddenly asked, harshly,

Why'd you came? What'd you really want?

Mizuchi turned to him and said lightly,

I just want to know you, like I said.

Why?

Simply because I want it.

Yukine stood in sudden. And with the last, sharpest, glare, he said coldly,

Stay away.

Mizuchi stared back at him, smiled calmly.

I won't, she said, I want to see how you'll make me to.

With a smirk, she turned and left him in confuse.