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Aimi sighed as she stared at the paper, 100% sure she didn't want to do it. It wasn't that she couldn't do it-she could, easily-she just didn't want to. This schoolwork…it was boring.
Boring.
'All our life passes in this way; we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.' She thought to herself, looking out the window. The teacher was going on about the Shakespearean play, Julius Caesar.
'Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.' She frowned, trying to remember where she had read that quote.
Some part of her wondered where Rue was, but it didn't matter. He hadn't come to school today, even though she had heard him leave their apartment before she did. She didn't want to know how he accomplished this, especially considering Rue had a knack for getting up late since he rarely went to sleep, but she didn't question him. Since they were children, Aimi had learned better than to question Rue…after all, he had managed to track her down.
Aimi was young when she left the home for children she was staying with. Rue helped her leave, but he chose to stay behind. After that, she hadn't heard from him in a while. Her escape was so good-they made it look like a suicide-that the authorities never expected for a moment that she might still be alive. She had been planning on escaping on her own, but, well, Rue was Rue. She had to tell him because…he was her best friend, then and now. Plus, she needed someone to dig her out or she would have suffocated down there, fast.
She sighed as she let her hair loose from its pigtail. She was heading back to her apartment in Kanto, Japan. She had just finished her job at a sweet store-which, contrary to what Rue claimed, had nothing to do with him-and was tired. She was walking down the sidewalk, almost completely unaware of her surroundings because she was contemplating on what he could possibly be doing-somehow, she felt as if it involved Colin and Diego, as well.
Suddenly, she heard a roar of motorcycles behind her. She didn't pay much attention to them. She didn't think she needed to, but, apparently, she was wrong. Being wrong was not something Aimi had ever gotten used to, nor would she claim to ever get used to it. One second, she was trying to fetch her cell phone from her bag and, the next second, there was the ugliest biker known to mankind cutting off her path, almost running over her foot.
"Hey Lady." The guy said, once she had recovered from her initial shock.
Aimi stared at him, her mouth dropping. This sort of thing did not happen to her. The entire situation at hand…it wasn't happening. She was imagining it in her, as Rue so affectionately put it, dark and twisted mind.
"Wanna come hang with us?" The guy asked, being incredibly loud…which was expected of a biker, she supposed.
"Whoa! Taku-san is going after a hottie!" One of the guys said, from behind her.
Why, oh why, hadn't she paid any attention to Collin when he told her to take a class in self-defense? In the future, she would have to enlist his help in this…
The biker pulled down his sunglasses-which made her wonder what he was doing with them on, considering it was late enough that the point of sunglasses was completely overrated-and raised an eyebrow at her. "Shibuimaru Takuo, they call me Shibutaku. Hehe." He laughed. "Go out with me, Lady."
"Same line as always, Taku." One biker lamented.
"Well, it is his name…"
She blinked, twice, before shaking her head, once. "I'm sorry…" She said, hoping these guys would get the hint.
Out of the corner of her eye, Aimi saw a brunette kid looking at them. He had a bag on his shoulder. He stayed for a split second, almost too long, before entering the store.
"Oh! Rejected!" The guy who had called her a hottie shouted.
Aimi hadn't realized that she was completely surrounded. She couldn't turn and run because of the store. If she entered the store, they would only trap her and wait for her to get out. (She debated calling the police, but she loathed getting them involved in anything she was doing.)
She stayed still for a second before daring off into the street.
"Oh, she's getting away!" screeched the ones that had claimed Shibutaku had been using the same lines.
"Hey, I'm on a bike." Shibutaku laughed, racing after her.
"Taku! Watch out!" his friends shouted.
It seemed as if she had barely reached the other side of the street when the wind of the truck knocked her on her knees. She glanced back, and almost wished she hadn't. She had a reputation of being squeamish in the stomach-she couldn't handle blood. She could read about it, sure, but seeing it made her nauseous. Behind her, Shibutaku was lying, dead.
She had to get away from there, fast, or she would be in danger. She bit her tongue and turned around, getting to her feet as fast as possible and running away from the scene. Aimi couldn't get caught. To get caught on camera might as well be actual suicide in her case. He could use that to find her. Something scratched at the back of her mind, but she was too preoccupied at the moment to realize what it was.
Although she didn't realize it at the time, Kira had saved her life.
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