Chapter Juan
POV: Saruhiko Fushimi
I was able to see the digital clock, sitting upon my nightstand, from the corner of my eye. I let out a short sigh, and ran my left hand through my blackhair, my right hand still clutching my fine-pointed, blue pen. The clock read '10:45' in glowing, blue numbers. I began to place down the pen on top of the essay I was self-editing for the past hour or so.
'I guess I should stop now, after all, the essay is due next Wednesday, ' I began to convince myself within my head, 'I'll get some rest.' I pushed myself off the wooden seat that faced my desk, and headed towards the bed placed besides the nightstand.
I threw myself onto the navy blue sheets that covered my mattress and flowed down to touch the wooden floor boards. Closing my eyes, I reached over and removed my black-rimmed glasses, and placed them next to the lamp that illuminated the shadowy room. It was then that something also sitting upon the nightstand caught my attention- my PDA.
"Heh...," I let out a small scoff, and reached over to pick it up. Both my thumbs then began to cooperate with one another and type 'tumblr' within the small search box. To my surprise, the little envelope icon was joined together with a small '1'.
Why was it a surprise you ask? Well, many people ask me anything on Tumblr; in fact, I don't understand why I set up the ask box in the first place. "Probably just a troll," I assumed, aloud. I found my right thumb tapping on the mail icon without my consent, and reading the message that was left for me.
The light emitting from my PDA reflected a message that read, 'Wild Crow asked: lol. saru? like a monkey? thats a weird name.'
'Yup, a troll alright,' I let out a long, annoyed sigh, and instantly tapped answer.
'Says the 'Wild Crow',' I typedin fingers seemed to have moved on their own, and I found myself checking out's Tumblr. The theme he used had a background that was a deep red that seemed to reach out and give me a strange sense of passion, but the blog seemed strangely simple. His description read, 'Follow me on these websites too!' A link to his Twitter and Instagram was then listed, followed by a link to his Facebook.
'Seriously? What kind of idiot links his personal social media accounts, and evenhis Facebook?!.' I then tapped on the blue letters and was redirected to a Facebook wall whom belonged to 'Misaki Yatagarasu.' For a second I was confused, I thought for sure that this person would be a guy. It wasn't until I looked at his profile picture that I realized this person actually was a guy. He seemed to be in high school- a short boy with messy, thick, chestnut hair and hazel eyes. It was then that I realized he was wearing the same uniform that belonged to my school.
A small, suppressed laugh escaped my lips, and without a second thought, I messages the boy.
Saruhiko Tetris: Wow, 'Misaki', what a pretty name. I honestly expected you to be a cute schoolgirl.
It didn't take long before the 'Wild Crow' replied to my message.
Misaki Yatagarasu: are you that guy that has that shady tumblr account?
pfft whatever
and what kind of last name is tetris anyway?
Saruhiko Tetris: No, this is just a backup account I use to play Tetris.
I wouldn't message a stranger with my actual account unlike someone.
Misaki Yatagarasu: tetris? that's kind of lame.
Saruhiko Tetris: I wouldn't expect someone uneducated like you to possibly understand.
Misaki Yatagarasu: UNEDUCATED!?
Saruhiko Tetris: I mean, look at the way you're texting. What are you?
A kindergartener?
The conversation dragged on, and I hadn't realized how long it had gone on until the sun had risen and I had awoken with my PDA resting on my chest. My eyes fluttered open, immediately hit by the unwelcomed rays of sunlight seeping through the shutters. It took a while for my senses to return, and I flipped my PDA over, rereading part of the conversation that had taken place late that night.
Misaki Yatagarasu: how come everything about you is blue? your tumblr is completely painted with blue its depressing.
Saruhiko Tetris: I don't know. Why are you so red?
Misaki Yatagarasu: You're blue da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di da ba dee da ba di.
I scoffed a bit at the crow's terrible sense of humor, and set the PDA back down on the nightstand, plugging it into the charger. I swung my right leg off of the mattress, along with the other, and began to prepare myself for another day of school. Oh, such a useless place. Well, perhaps it can be deemed as useful for uneducated idiots like Misaki, but as for me, I only attended because it was mandatory, according to the law.
I pulled on the burgundy-colored coat over the black vest that was also layer with a white dress shirt. Honestly, I'm fine with wearing these layers for now, since it was winter, but wearing these in spring was going to be a pain in the butt.
The school day passed by quickly, perhaps because I had slept in majority of my classes. Not because I was bad at any of the subjects or anything, but because I didn't feel it necessary to pay attention. I already knew all these topics by heart, so why bother?
Anyway, before I knew it, the bell had rung, signaling the lunch period. Making my way out of the classroom and towards the cafeteria, I walked through the crowded halls, noticing a familiar student with chestnut colored hair within my field of view- Misaki. Sure enough, we really did attend the same school, and for what seemed like the hundredth time, I let out an inaudible sigh. You know that saying that goes something like, 'Every time you sigh, a part of your soul dies.' At this point, if it really was true, I was on the edge of becoming soulless.
I hurried into the cafeteria, and stood alone in the lunch line. To pass the time, I took my PDA out of my pocket, and began scrolling down my Tumblr newsfeed. A while after, I had finally received my lunch- a white tray that contained stir fry noodles and a carton of milk.
Sitting at a vacant table far away from the chaotic crowd of people, I then began poking at the broccoli, separating them from the rest of the meal.
It was then that I looked up to see a pair of wide, hazel eyes, meeting my sapphire colored ones. It was as if time had stopped, our eyes never leaving the gaze of the other's, even a Misaki was walking away.
'What the hell,' I found myself thinking once Misaki's attention was taken by his friend's, 'I've never met him in person; he doesn't even know who I am.'
I looked back at my tray, as if I had finally been pulled away from a spell. That was when I realized, that I had no idea what the hell was happening.