Note;; If there is something in a () off to the side (Ex: (K) "....") it means that the point of view has switched. They will ALWAYS be in bold.

(K) "Kyou!" a voice echoed out in the upcoming breeze. Ugh, really? I'm in the middle of resting; what if I bothered you in this situation?

(Exactly, you'd be pissed off too.)

I decided to brush it off as I looked up at the sky from the top of this old playground. It may be old, and I may be 14, but it's been there for me my whole life.

Like a friend. Like a child's blanket.

"Kyou!" the same voice said. They just wouldn't give up, would they? "Kyou! Kyou, Kyou!..."

I was impatient at this point and stood up. The rays of light immediately pierced my olive eyes, resulting in me reacting with a wince and a quick turn of my head.

"Ky—"

I glared down to the cedar chipped ground as soon as the voice began. "For god sakes, would you!..." I snapped irritably.

However, I paused and stared like an open mouthed idiot. It was…

(?) "Would you!..." the girl responded as I flashed a cocky grin at her reaction. I must admit, she looked somewhat cute in a naïve way for those few seconds.

"K-y-o-u…" I cooed purposely in a slow motion of walking up the playground.

Honestly, this playground was garbage; why was she there on this pile of shit?

Well, I suppose it was none of my business what that kid did. It is my business to piss her off though.

"Oi, Kyou," I started to say as she looked over with those olive eyes.

God, she fell for what I do to her too easily. My dark blue eyes met hers, and then I stepped up closer.

Instantly she took a step backwards—her normal reaction—but of course I ignored it.

Cupping her delicate and frail face, I leaned into her ear with my black and blue dyed hair brushing her white hair.

I could feel her face heating up in my hands; of course, it amused me. Teasing her was a pleasure to no end.

(K) I could feel my heart oddly beating at a quicker pace as his warm breathe hit my ear.

Just what was he doing! My body refused to move away.

At this point, I could only wonder if Takuto could hear my heart…I hope not.

"You know…" he whispered, making a small pause. What was he going to say? Was it a con—wait.

Why did I think that! My thoughts ended abruptly as his voice began again.

"…this playground fits you since you're trashy as well."

That's it? Anger began to swell up inside me as I pushed him away.

But I wasn't only angry from his comment; it was something else too. Something I had no clue about…or wish I didn't.

(T) "Whoa!" I cried out as I caught my balance. "Feisty today, aren't you?"

It was obvious she was angry now, so I chuckled in response.

"Go away, Takuto!" she spat out while I did.

My duty was done for today, I thought, and I shrugged while walking off.

"Alright. Later," I responded with a wave of my hand.

(K) 'Wait! Don't!' I wanted to cry out, but couldn't manage to. I could only watch him silently with almost a tiny bit of regret.

Takuto Nimore, a 17 year old boy I bumped into while walking home from school.

My school and his school were next to each other, oddly enough.

(T) Kyou Kamiya was the name of that 14 year old girl. She walked right into me like a dumbass after school one day.

Her Junior High building was next to my High School, separated by an old fence.

Wasn't my problem though, I thought while walking.

(K) I've realized something recently though. I…

(T) I don't care about her.

(K) I like him. A lot.