SILVER AND PINK
PART I
.o.o.o.
To say that Junior Makuhari was not a typical 13 (14?) year old boy was an understatement! Simply the fact that he possessed long flowing silver hair and piercing crimson eyes, complimented by a striking pallor skin tone, was enough to make him stand out.
That wasn't even counting the fact that he had been- at various times- a spy, hit man, and almost been turned into the reincarnation of Mr. Gentleman. And it all happened before he was even old enough to get a learner's permit to drive!
"…hello? …Hey!"
A head of silver hair turned around fluidly at the call of a familiar voice. Calm and inquisitive red eyes scanning the area till the figure of Anita King came into view. This girl, complete with her school uniform and unruly pink hair.
Anita was a tomboy… though not uncute by any means. Her slender legs were adorned with the iconic knee socks and dress shoes and her hands rested impatiently on her hips. The endearingly annoyed expression on her face meant that she was growing impatient.
"Anita?" Junior asked calmly in his incongruous English schoolboy accent.
"What are you doing out here, school's over- you're just standing there looking at the sky." Anita stated, emotions playing across her face while Junior stared impassively at her.
"I was thinking." He admitted at length. "Did you want to tell me something?" He asked her. His unearthly calm and passive voice sent a not totally unpleasant shiver down her spine.
The pink-haired girl's expression softened. It was pretty hard to stay angry at him, especially when he spoke in his usual mannerly tone. He was wearing standard dark slacks and a white button half-sleeve dress shirt.
"Oh nothing," Anita replied. "Do you want to walk home together?" She asked, taking on a more friendly demeanor with the youth.
He nodded and picked up his satchel. The two of them left the school grounds, the sun setting behind them, coloring the horizon a nice mix of orange and pink. The black forms of tall building along the Tokyo skyline contrasted sharply with the brilliant sky.
.o.o.o.
The two made their way down the lamp-lit streets of the city. There had been some idle chit chat, but the majority of the time was taken up with a pleasant silence between the two of them.
As much as the young girl attempted to hide it, she found great comfort in the silent yet reliable presence of the boy.
Anita waved to Junior as he entered the apartment building that he and his mother were staying in. It was the same building Yomiko lived. Junior briefly wondered why it seemed that a rent check was never required for them to live there, but thought better of it, realizing that it had something to do with his mother and her 'friend'.
It was a quick ride up the elevator and then to their apartment. He walked inside and glanced around. Noting the quietness, he walked further in and spotted a note on the counter.
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Junior,
I'm out with Yomiko, I'll be back later.
-Mom
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He calmly read the piece of paper and set it back down. His keen eyes could discern that she had absentmindedly written "Nancy" first (out of habbit) and then frantically erased it and put down the correct denotation.
"Oh mother…" He whispered idly.
.o.o.o.
Anita made her way into the front room of the apartment she shared with her two sisters. The figure of Michelle was sprawled out across the sofa that rested on end of the room.
She was on her back, looking up at a book that she held above her head, her luxurious blond hair cascading in every direction. "Hello Anita-deer." Michelle spoke sweetly to the girl without looking away from the page above her.
"I've set the soup to cook in the oven and it should be ready to serve in about an hour." She informed her calmly.
Anita nodded. "Sure… I'll be upstairs, getting some air." She mumbled, making her way up the steps, towards the small balcony.
.o.o.o.
Anita and Junior were on the roof of the apartment complex, looking up at the sky. She had been standing out on the balcony when the boy fazed up through it.
She had been flustered by his initial appearance, but took his wrist and scrambled up to the roof with him in toe. Expectedly, Junior made little protest and followed her, his neutral expression never changing.
The pink-haired tomboy looked over at the youth, with his long silver hair and striking crimson eyes. "Anita?" He asked in his lulling, gentle tone.
The girl looked over at him and blushed, realizing that she was still holding his wrist. She let go. "Um… so what brings you around?" She asked, making small talk.
Junior tucked his hands in his pockets. "My mother went out to shop for books with Yomiko… I think she have lost track of time."
"So, you got bored and decided to pay me a visit?" She asked expectantly.
He nodded. "Yes." He paused, seeming to consider something. "Anita, are you certain that it's alright for us to be up here like this?"
She shrugged. "Why, what do you mean?" She asked him, sitting down on a folding chair that had been left on the roof (probably for stargazing).
"It's not like we're kids… I'm almost 14."
Junior sat down next to her and looked at her. His brief silence made her blush slightly. "Are you sure you can trust me?"
Anita was taken back by this. He wasn't asking in a joking tone, or even agitated, just calmly asking her. "Why shouldn't I trust you?"
"I worked for the people who tried to kill you." He offered calmly, his expression never changing. "I don't understand why you're still being nice to me."
Anita looked up at the night sky. "Man… you worry too much, that was in the past. This is the present, you can be whatever you want, and you've got friends and a mother now, so it's different."
He was quiet for a moment. "Then you trust me?"
Anita nodded with a cute smile and crossed her legs on the chair. She noticed him blush faintly, the dark crimson staining his white skin. He looked up at her, blushing slightly.
"Anita?"
She blushed, feeling nervous as he looked at her with an unusually inquisitive stare. The look he gave her made her feel funny. "Junior, what are you..." She trailed off, lost in his eyes.
"You're blushing."
"Of course I'm blushing." Came uncharacteristically timid reply.
"Why?"
Anita flustered. "Because of that, the way you just looked at me." She admitted.
"Did it upset you?" He asked earnestly.
The girl blushed even more. "No…" She muttered, looking at him again, once again staring into his crimson eyes.
He leaned forward a little more. "Anita," He began in a serious tone. "I'd like to kiss you." He stated calmly.
She trembled and felt a shiver run down her spine as the sentence echoed in her mind. She slowly closed her eyes as she felt his hands rest on hers, her cheeks blushing the whole time.
She felt his faint breath on her lips as his soft lips touched hers. The contact was tentative at first, but amazingly gentle and soothing after a moment. Her first kiss… it was indescribable. It felt so nice.
Anita tried to reciprocate, leaning into the kiss, savoring the feeling of his warm lips on his mouth. Countless emotions and thoughts passed through her mind…
"…Um, Anita Dear, are you up here?" asked a familiar voice. "Dinner will be ready and—"
It was the familiar squeal of joy that brought Anita crashing back to reality. She jerked back, her face red and feeling hot all over. She turned around to see Michelle happily clap her hands together.
"Oh my, don't mind me— sorry to interrupt you two." Michelle cued as she slipped away. (Some might say that these 'Michelle Moments' were like having ice cubes dropped down your pants…)
Anita was deathly pale and couldn't bring herself to look up at anything, let alone make eye-contact with him.
"Anita, is something wrong?" He asked her, standing beside her. His usual tone burned her ears with its sincerity and unassuming nature.
It felt like a jolt of electricity went through her when he took her hand and urged her to look back up at him. She was silent.
Junior nodded, noticing that she wouldn't look at him. "I'm sorry then, if I upset you." He said, turning to leave, but felt a pair of arms around his neck and the small form of Anita lean against him.
"No, nothing's wrong." She told him, blushing as she rested her head against his back.
Everything was perfect…
(- End of Part 1 -)
.o.o.o.
Aww… that was really sweet, let me all know you guys thought about it. I'm going to try and write more chapters for this.
-Bojack727