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He watched her. It was wrong. Likewise, it would be considered stalking to any normal person who was passing by. But since when did he care? Because the person in front of him stirred so many emotions that her couldn't even put a finger on it. And it ticked him off to no extent.

She was walking right in front of him, not a clue that he was following. And hey, if she had some decency to turn a head around now and then, he wouldn't be here. But, no. She looked ahead, proud and tall and there was not a damn thing in the world he could do about it.

" Ann!"

He heard her brother calling her name. Thanks heavens they were in a public area, or else he would've broken the nearest object by now. He watched them contentedly greet each other, wide smiles on their faces.

" Kippei, come on, the book stores right here!" She grinned, grabbing her older brothers arm and dragging him in.

He watched as her brother, Kippei, rolled his eyes in dismay, but let her drag him into the cozy bookstore.

He grunted in displeasure and followed them in. From there her watched her through the book shelves. Her laugh, her eyes, her hair, her lips, her body…

And he couldn't take her obviousness of not noticing right there and then. Simply four inches away, almost breathing on her, yet she didn't have a clue.

He continued to watch her, all the way until she made it to the counter with an arm looped around her brothers. The pleasant sound of laughter echoed in the book store, as he watched them chat merrily.

He growled in annoyance, and suppressed any foul language that may have spewed out of his mouth. He watched. He watched her all the way out book store, until the door bell chime indicated her departure.

He sighed. Why had he come here? It just happened when he saw her. He was pondering so much, he failed to notice a tall, familiar figure shadow him from behind.

" Kirihara?"

He heard his sempai's voice behind him and snapped around.

" Yanagi sempai!" He yelled in surprise. " What are you doing here?"

Yanagi gave him a strange look before replying, " I should really be the one asking you that, Kirihara."

Kirihara smiled sheepishly, " well, you know, I just uh- just came he-"

" 84 percent chance that you were bored, 90 percent chance your were shopping and got side-tracked, and 100 percent chance, you were following someone," Yanagi cut in, as Kirihara felt his jaws drop.

His sempai never failed to awe him in every way to perfection.

" How did you- ho-"

"Actually, I've been here for the past one hour or so, and happen to see you watching the Tachibana-san's sister," Yanagi explained, picking a book of the shelf they were standing next to.

Kirihara blushed in embarrassment, "no, really, I was just heading in the same direction an-"

"And happen to follow her right into the book store," Yanagi finished, snapping the book shut, " tell that to someone who believes it," he stated, calmly.

Kirihara crossed his arms, " well then you were following me too, ya know?" He shot back.

" Oh? How so?"

" You were watching me! Isn't that considered stalking, or following, huh?" Kirihara said, sassily.

Yanagi coughed, " no, it isn't. It is merely an observation that one teammate makes of another," he elaborated, as Kirihara looked at him in confusion.

Yanagi sighed, " what are doing out in this weather any way?" He asked, changing the topic. It was winter, not a time when most people would be out, yet the streets were packed as Christmas was nearing and shopping was beginning.

" Oh, my mom sent me out to get food…" he trailed off before continuing, "and then I saw her." He muttered honestly.

Yanagi noticed the slight change in his voice. It almost sounded hoarse, deep, to manly to sound like Kirihara. And his face changed to something more thoughtful, which not a Kirihara trait her could recall form any prior incidents.

" You saw her and stalked her." Yanagi pointed out bluntly, as Kirihara fretted and watched as the store clerk turned to the two with a suspicious gaze.

" Shhhhh!" He said, scolding, " don't say stuff like that so loudly!" Kirihara hissed quietly, while Yanagi smirked at him.

" 50 percent chance you like her."

" No, zero percent chance I like her!"

" 100 percent chance you love her."

" I don't love her either!"

" You do."

" I don't!"

" I know you do."

Kirihara groaned at his sempai's persistence. Why couldn't they stay out of his private life? I mean, they'd already violated his life at school, which didn't help the situation much.

" I'm leaving," Kirihara exasperated, walking towards the door. Yanagi appeared at his side once more, but this time, with a heavy bag in his hand.

" I was just going to the grocery store to, " he explained, as Kirihara nodded. "I'll come along with you."

" Sure."

" Now please, Kirihara, be a man and hold these bags for me."

" Hell no."

He didn't have much of a choice, as Yanagi threw the bags at him, which he was forced to catch because if he knew that the after math would be far force.

" Fine," he sighed, broodingly.

Yanagi let out a small smile, " good, now let's get going. And don't be late for tennis practice tomorrow," he said seriously.

The pair walked down the snow-covered road, watching as the bustling streets with cars and people moved about. It was only November, yet there was so much going on. The thought of Christmas arriving soon wasn't that great either. At least to him it wasn't.

Yanagi and Kirihara walked down the road and into the grocery store. A little man at the side, who seemed to be homeless, tugged on Kirihara's leg.

Kirihara gasped, " err…yes?" He asked hesitantly, as Yanagi stopped as well, also looking a bit puzzled.

The man, whivering cold, dug deep into his old oat pocket and pulled out an object. He took Kirihara's hand and dropped it.

He took along while time to stare at it. It was a glass figurine of an angel. The face and laugh embedded on the angel, reminded him of someone. He couldn't put a finger on it, but he wished he knew who it was.

" So pretty…" Kiriara breathed, " what is it…?"

The man smiled, " it's an angel."

"An angel?" Kirihara asked again, skeptically.

" Your angel."

Kirihara mumbled a small thanks and watched as the old man trotted away. Yanagi said nothing and the two continued to walk ahead.

Yes, it was a short first chapter, but like they say, it's just the beginning ^_~

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