Hello, fellow fictioners. After a very long absence, I'm back (for now.) Anyways, this little jot was made very suddenly, and without a beta, so please excuse it if, ya know, it SUCKS.

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Copyright: But it is mine. (teehee, I love doing that!)


Lesson 1: A Name.

name: a word or words by which an entity is designated and distinguished from others.


Click, click, click.

This annoying, repetitive sound made Minto purse her lips in silent frustration.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK.

Nevertheless, she would ignore it. It was a quiet, slow day, altogether quite lazy for the staff. Stirring her rosemary tea thoughtfully, Minto glanced around the café.

Ichigo was texting her beloved boyfriend, Masaya, while gnawing at a candy bar Keiichiro had accidentally spoiled. The girl would eat anything.

Tick, tick, tick.

Retasu was studying, occasionally mumbling words out loud. Purin, believe it or not, was cleaning up the tables and humming peacefully.

Tick, tick, TICK.

Minto's delicate brow furrowed. The only flaw with this scene was that Zakuro-oneesama was at a photoshoot. But that couldn't be helped. Minto sat back in her seat and sighed contentedly. Everything was peaceful, content, and happy. She smiled. It felt good to be happy.

Tap, tap, tap.

Of course it was all too good to last.

Whirling around and facing her noisy companion, Minto glared darkly. "Would you quit it?!" she snapped, irritated to no end.

Kisshu's bored face gazed back at her. "Quit what?" he asked lazily, stretching like a cat in his seat.

His finger tapped against the table.

TAP.

"That!" she exclaimed, gesturing to his twitching hands. Instantly a mischievous grin spread across his face, for now Kisshu had something to amuse him.

"This?" he questioned innocently, drumming his fingers on the table rapidly.

Brum, brum, brum.

"Yes! Now stop it!"

"Why?"

Brum, brum, BRUM.

"Because I said so!"

Click, click, CLICK.

She clenched her fists, and pressed her lips together childishly. Kisshu paused his clacking for a moment, gazing at her thoughtfully.

"You know," he said after some time later. "If someone was randomly passing by, and saw you talking, they wouldn't necessarily assume you were talking to ME."

"…And your point is?" she implored dryly, resisting the urge to roll her blue eyes.

Kisshu smirked gleefully, proud to contribute his logic to, in his opinion, the clueless and innocent heiress.

"Spit it out already! What were you and your big mouth going to say?"

His eyes narrowed. Clueless, innocent heiress with a sharp tongue. Ignoring this pointed insult, he said simply, "So someone could assume you were saying 'stop it' to a spoon, and not me. Maybe you're saying it to the floor. Maybe you're saying it to yourself."

"…"

"So, you see, little birdy, you have to address the person you're talking to," he ended, quite pleased with his lecture. Though he wasn't so pleased when Minto rolled her eyes.

"You, little birdy, are a BRAT," he commented lividly, childishly hoping to hurt her feelings.

Minto laughed bitterly, "And you are a brainless, useless, foolish boy. Why are you even here? For Ichigo?" She laughed again.

Turning away, he focused on drumming his fingers on the table.

Minto's amusement was cut short. She twitched. "Stop it," she commanded.

Kisshu paid no heed, concentrating on nothing but his hands.

Click, click, click.

"Stop it!" she cried, upsetting the tea, its contents spilling over the table cloth.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!

"Stop it!"

"I do believe you're talking to a spoon, birdy."

Tap, tap, tap.

"Stop, stop, STOP!" she shrieked, covering her ears with her small, white hands.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Kisshu," she whispered.

She said it. He heard it.

Lifting his hands, Kisshu said carelessly, "Oh, were you talking to me? Then, by all means, I'll stop, little birdy. Since YOU asked me."

Minto took a couple more deep breaths, trying to not let her feelings upset her. This was too confusing. She hated this, all these mixed feelings. Yet when she said his name...since when did a name become so important? She didn't know.

That's when she realized something.

She didn't know anything.

Opening her blue eyes, Minto gazed at Kisshu. He grinned back playfully.

She had a lot to learn.

Tap.

:::Random Behind-the-Scenes:::

Me: EEEK! A BUG! --rushes to grab some toilet paper to squash the bug in, then rushes back to bedroom--Where'd you go? Come out! Be a bug! I WILL NOT have a cowardly bug in my room! ANY bug for that matter! --continues to search for bug and fails in finding it--

Wow, this turned out a lot bigger than I had first planned…

First chapter accomplished! And of course, the first lesson.

Please review and tell me what you think, because I'd appreciate it.

Until next time! (hopefully)

Old-Fashioned Girl22