A/n: Yay, I finally got another fic out! Short, but oh well. You know, I've always, always always hated first person in fanfic, mostly because it usually comes across as irritating to me. So why the hell did this one come out as that?! -- Well, I suppose it would have worked in 3rd person, but sometimes, things just work better in 1st.
It's early morning, around six thirty, when I walk into the little café where I was to meet Miyuki. She wanted me to go shopping with her. I'm not quite sure what she's looking for, though. To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention. For me, I just like spending time with her. I think it's the same for her as well; wanting to spend as much time together as we can.
Seeing as she wasn't here, just yet, I head over to the counter and order a cup of coffee. I snicker to myself as I remember the time that Miyuki went and sneaked a sip of my coffee. She wasn't really expecting the taste as she made this great 'yuck' face at it. I had laughed at her and she had kicked me under the table.
"Here's your coffee, Sir."
The barista's voice brings me back to the present. "Ah, thank you." I retrieve my drink and head over to an empty table to wait for Miyuki. As I sit here, sipping my drink, I get to thinking about the two of us.
It's almost hard to believe that the two of us get along so well. Her, the straight A student and me, the uncoordinated slacker. A lot of people feel the same way about the situation, but I don't let it bother me. At least, not too much. Most of these people are our classmates. They don't really get to see how we act around each other outside of school, so their views on the matter are, for the most part, understandable.
Their concerns for her reputation and her grades are understandable, as well. She does let me copy homework sometimes, as well as making me lunches, without my seeming giving her anything in return. Well, except my helping her eat her lunch without her knowing about it. I've also been labeled a loser and some people just can't see why this upstanding girl would want to be around someone like me. Unless they're really lucky, they never really get to see me do what I do best, solving murders.
I take another sip and smile slightly against the rim of the cup. She really is too good for me. The more she stays with me, the greater the potential for her grades to fall. It's not at all hard to see it happening. Especially since we seem to end up in a lot of different places because of something like a murder or two. She's even been very badly hurt a couple of times! Both times I was unable to prevent it from happening.
And yet, she still sticks quite closely with me. It might be silly to think so, but I believe we're drawn together by fate. Fate, and maybe a little natural chemistry, too. People can talk about us all they want, it'll never change anything. We're too close to be separated by the mere words of others. And even though I don't show it very much, I really do love her a lot. I know she can see that as well.
As I finish the last of my coffee, I can sense the presence of someone behind me. Tilting my head back, I'm treated to a wonderful shot of some cleavage. I poke at them gently. "Hello, Miyuki" My voice took on a sing song tone as I greeted her.
"Hajime-chan!"
She smacks me and I laugh. "You want anything to drink before we head out?"
"Yes, thank you."
I buy her an iced tea and we head out to do some shopping.
At the end of the day, I never didn't find out what she was looking for.