Naoya

Hey! This is about a dream I had. Some of the characters in this story aren't In the anime.

Disclaimer- I do not own Another

I walked into the classroom. Today was my first day at Yomiyama North Middle School. I eyed the students. There was a girl with a black bob sitting in the back with a guy with brown hair. They were talking, not even paying attention to what was going.

"Everybody, we have a new student!" Mrs. Mikami said.

"Um, hi." I waved. "Um, my name is Elizabeth Kurosaki. I'm from Ohio, and I moved here last month." I paused, thinking what else to say. "Um, nice to meet you all." I smiled. Some of the guys gasped. A guy in front with goldish hair was staring at me in awe. Weird.

"Oh, this year we're going to Ohio for a school trip!" She smiled. "We hope you will have a great year!" Mrs. Mikami said, and then pointed. "You can sit in the open desk, next to Naoya." The gold dud raised his hand and I walked over to sit down. Mrs. Mikami started talking about the French Revolution or something like that when Naoya passed me a note.

It read: Hey, want to hang out after school?

I wrote: Sure, I'd love to. But I was gonna check out some of the clubs. I passed it back to him.

His eyes went back and forth, reading it. He started writing: I can wait, or I can come, show you around the school.

I read it: Really, you can show me around! But won't you need that time to do stuff?

He replied: Nope, I'm never busy. I always have time for girls.

I giggled: Alright.

He wrote back with a smirk on his face: One last question, what cup size are you?

I raised an eyebrow, why did he want to know: Why do you want to know?

His face reddened while he wrote this: Because you're cute.

I smiled: Fine, I'll give you a hint pervert, between C and E.

He blinked at the note: Ok, got it :D ! He jumped when someone slammed there hand on his desk.

"Naoya, what is the capital of America?" Mrs. Mikami put her hands on her hips.

"Washington." She smiled at him.

"Good, you're paying attention. And stop flirting!" A guy on the other side of the room laughed. I looked over. He had short blue hair, blue eyes and glasses. Naoya shot him a look. I turned back to the board and listened to the lecture. Over time a girl with red hair in pigtails answered almost every question that the teacher asked.Around 12:30 it was lunchtime. I was pulling my lunch out of my bad when Naoya and some other came and sat at my desk.

"Um,"

"Hello, hope you don't mind."

"Oh, um no it's ok."

"Great, oh and this is Yuuya."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Yuuya said.

"Nice to meet you too." I said before taking a bit of my sandwich. We sat in silence for a few minutes when I said something that I just had to let out.

"How come nobody pays attention to the kids in the back?" I asked.

"Oh, you mean Kouichi and Mei. Well because they don't exist." I nearly choked on my food.

"WHAT?!" Naoya looked at Yuuya.

"Not yet, it's too soon."

"What? What's too soon?" I asked.

"You'll find out, in time." Yuuya said. I stared at them. What are they hiding?

"New topic!" Naoya said cheerfully. "So Liz, have you had any boyfriends?" Odd topic.

"Well, I had one, but." I bit back the tears. "Reiji, he was killed by a cannibal, his body was never found." I put on a weak smile. "He has blond hair and gray eyes. All the girls in my class were jealous, so they started bullying me. And the odd thing is, after the first time he kissed me, he disappeared that night. People said they heard screaming coming from an old barn in the woods. Police went to go check it out, and all they found was the killer. He wouldn't say where he put Reiji's body. So he's in jail now, for life." I stared at the floor. Should I have had told them? Will they think I'm weird now?

"I'm so sorry." Naoya whispered. I looked at him; he looked so much like Reiji. So much like him… Suddenly the bell rang. "Well, your first day is over! How did you like it?"

"I loved it!" I laughed. He even sounded like him. Yuuya went back to his desk to get his bag and head out the door. He waved goodbye.

"Come on!" Naoya said, putting his hand in mine and dragging me along. "Do you like art?"

"Well, I like it but I can't draw very well." I replied.

"That's fine; half the people in the club can't even draw a circle."

"Oh." We came to a door that said 'Art club! Welcome!' Naoya opened the door to about 5 people paining 'Scream', or at least trying to draw it. At man, in his early 20's came from behind a canvas. He had spikey brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hello Naoya." He looked at me. "Oh, what do we have here? My, what a beauty." I blushed.

"She wanted to sign up for the club." Naoya said quickly.

"Alright, just put your name here." He said handing me a paper and pen. I signed my name. "Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Tayaka." He held out his hand. I shook it. He waved as we left the room.

"Come on." He led me to a baseball field with bleachers. We climbed them and sat down. He opened his bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. "Don't move." He started drawing and about 5 minutes later he handed me the paper. "What do you think?" It was ME! It looked like it was taken from a camera.

"It's beautiful." I said, still looking at the drawing. "Can I have it?"

He smiled. "You can have it if I have your cell number."

"Ok." I pulled out my phone and he pulled out his. We exchanged numbers and I put the picture in my bag, trying not to ruin it.

"I want to show you something." He started running.

"Hey! Wait." He pushed past some bushes that led to paradise.

"Omg." I stared at it in awe. We were standing on a red colored cliff. 50 feet below was a crystal clear lake. In the middle was a flat rock that just reached the surface.

"I never bring anybody here." He looked up at me. "Wanna jump?" I looked down at I was wearing.

"Not the right clothes."

"Oh don't worry; I wear my uniform all the time." He started to take off his shoes.

"If you say so." I took of my shoes and put my long black hair in a ponytail. I took of my jacket. He took off his shirt and put it with his shoes. I grabbed his hand and we jumped 50 feet. I closed my eyes till we hit the water. When I opened them, I could see everything clearly, it was cleaner than a pool. A pool of fish swam past me. I swam deeper till I hit the bottom. I saw a glint of light in the corner of my eye. I swam to it to find two crucifixes with diamonds. I picked them up by the chain and bounced off the lake bottom. When I reached the surface, Naoya looked worried. "Hey, look what I found." I said handing him one.

"You were under for over 10 minutes." He said.

"No way, I couldn't be under for 10 minutes." My voice became lower.

"Are you a mermaid?" He joked. I smiled at him, which made him blush. He picked up the necklace and put it on. "Where did you find."

"The bottom." I pointed down.

"This, this lake is 20 feet deep." My mouth was agape.

"What?" I suddenly got an idea. "Come on!" I pulled him off the rock he was sitting on and dove. He looked at me and crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head and pointed to his lungs. I put up a finger like I got an idea. He stared at me, and then smiled and started swimming lower. When we reached the bottom, he looked completely fine. My hair flared behind me like a cape. The water felt so good. Naoya suddenly pulled me over to an oyster. He picked it up and motioned opening it. I shook my head. He started swimming towards the surface. I followed him.

"Now that was awesome!"

"Yep! It sure was!" That was the most fun I've ever had with a boy, even Reiji. We pulled ourselves onto the rock and relaxed. Naoya's bang was stuck to his face. He brushed away. The sun gave him brownish highlights. "Hey, did you ever consider becoming a model?" I asked, looking away. I felt my face grow red.

"Nope, and I never will." My head turned to him.

"Why?!" He put his hand under my chin.

"You think I should be one?" Yes, nice you're extremely hot, yes you should.

"Well, I mean, yes you should." I waved my hands. "But don't take it the wrong way."

"You should become one."

"Me?" He knotted his head. "I already planned my future."

"What are you gonna be."

"You mean 'what am I?' well I'm a gymnast."

"Seriously?" I eyed him again.

"Yes, you got a problem with that?"

"No, I'm just saying your beautiful and," He noticed what he was saying and stopped. You're beautiful. Those words echoed through my mind.