A/N: First fic! NiouxOC. I'm a little nervous. Hope it's not too bad though :P
Disclaimer: Only Mia's mine. Although I wouldn't mind owning Niou :)
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Prologue
I still remember his reaction the first time I met him, and Niou being Niou, it wasn't so much a polite housewarming greeting as a disgusted "Ugh, it's a girl?!" and stomping back inside his house.
My family had just moved into the house next to his. Granted, our house wasn't the most showy or stylish, but it was a house nonetheless. Besides, I (being all of 9 years old) was proud to enter the famed Rikkai school system.
I definitely remember how his hair was still black back then- although it resembled a patch of tangled seaweed (somehow similar to Kirihara's). And although the entire neighborhood got a shock when his hair suddenly turned white one day, people took it better than was expected- simply because it was Niou, who defied every rule and sense of logic ever ingrained in me.
We didn't have many encounters the first few years after I'd moved in. He just knew that I was Nishikawa Mia, and saw me as the typical nice and smart next-door-neighbor girl who happened to be in the same grade as him. He ignored me and avoided me whenever possible, and when we were forced to meet face-to-face, he always, always managed to slip in some variation of the remark that "girls were useless".
Needless to say, I found him very irritating at the time.
So of course, I had no idea what was wrong with me when I found myself wanting to know more about him. What did he like to do? What was his family like? Who were his friends (I wasn't in his class until our last year of junior high, and he usually came home late)? I just passed off my curiosity as the ever-present "Nishikawa-Mia-asks-too-many-questions-and-wants-to-know-too-much" disease my parents swore I had, and with the help of my humongous window, began to observe him.
I suppose that's when Niou Masaharu started becoming an important person in my life.
It wasn't stalkerish. Really. It wasn't. I merely saw his daily coming and goings every day. I noticed how he lugged a tennis bag to and from school. I heard how he slammed his front door whenever he was angry at his family- once even shouting "Baka Tou-san!" at the top of his lungs- before running off and disappearing down the street. And I always watched with interest when a certain purple-haired fellow would visit for long periods of time, and astonishment, when occasionally 2 of the same person would emerge after a while.
In this way, I gleaned more information on Niou than he'd ever want me to know, all the while staying behind the scenes. I wondered if it was normal to feel like a triumphant American FBI agent.
But that was all part of the past, and I smiled slightly as I recalled everything leading up to the present. Things have changed since then, ne, Niou?
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A/N: Yes, 2 Yagyuu's or 2 Niou's came out, not one of each. I'm fitting that explanation into a later chapter :)
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