Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own furuba or any of its characters frowns
Erm… yeah my first fanfic… I be a bit odd but do me a favor and tell me if ya like or you know… tell me if you don't I can take it, really I can…
She was quiet, with timid little lips, almost too afraid to show the hint of a smile. Perhaps because she hung her shoulders, her thin arms seemed a bit too long for her frame. Despite this she held her back surprisingly strait. She moved slowly like somebody underwater, or in a dream, with a cautious grace. If forced to move quickly her movements were sharp and frantic. Her expression reminded Megumi of a child staring into the window of a candy shop. A look of simple wishing seemed permanently pasted on her face. What does she wish for?
Megumi shook his head briskly and brushed the thought from his mind. He'd finally made the decision that he hated his adolescence. Classes were easy enough but for some reason people seemed afraid to be his friend. Not that he minded, he had never understood or cared to understand his classmates. Except for her. The girl frustrated him to no end. His stomach fidgeted at the thought of her. Maybe if he knew her name he could curse her brown eyes out of his brain. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. I'd miss her too much… Dammit! She was a year younger than Megumi and she still confused him! Once he'd almost waved at her, but pretended to crack his knuckles instead, realizing simultaneously that he never cracked his knuckles idiot, and if she were to speak he would most definitely not be the first to hear it.
The screeching of the after noon bell halted his wandering mind. Students bolted for the door.
"I hope you all took notes. There'll be a quiz on Monday." The teacher grinned, blinked and waited for a groan from his escaping class.
Megumi filed into the hall, noticing once again the four inches he seemed to have on every student. Unconsciously, his eyes darted about -- searching for her.
They snagged on her petite shoes making their way out of the building. The corner of his eye twitched as he avoided tilting his head to the left. He stopped the sigh before it could reach his mouth. Persuading himself that he was only by chance using the same exit as she, he followed her at a distance. Slowing his stride, he paced himself to her cadence. While watching her movements Megumi became amazed with the apparent lack of sway to her hair and clothing, as if any move she made it would be made on purpose.
As she stepped from the last stair to the sidewalk a familiar voice made and head snap in its direction.
"Kisa-san!" The voice was full of laughter.
Tohru? Megumi's eyes widened as he recognized its owner. He turned his head slowly and his ears caught the faintest of whispers. "Onee-chan." His head stopped in mid turn. His eyes softened and closed, allowing his ears alone to savor the sweet instant. The sound of her words hung to them like dew.
He couldn't move. Even as Megumi heard her small feet padding away he didn't stir. It wasn't until he could make out the fading, cherry chatter between Tohru and her that he was able to shift.
"Kisa," he tried it out and Megumi felt a warm rush in his lungs and sweetness on his lips.