"Mizuki! Wait for me!" A young girl shouted from the top of an apartment complex. The day had been nice; the sun was warm and the breeze blew the heat off casually. She always ended up on the roof on those days: Mizuki, her best friend, knew that like second nature.

The older girl turned to her friend nearly thirty stories above her, "as if I'd just leave without you." She whispered to herself. Mizuki, a lean girl nearly seventeen, stood with a straight back with a swarming air of dignity. Loyally, she sat on a stump and waited for Beni to nearly vault the thirty flights of stairs: possibly thinking Mizuki wouldn't be waiting.

Just as the patient one thought, Beni was panting with her short asthma as she leaned against the back threshold of the complex. Her face was pink and sweat creased her brown eyebrows: Beni's chest heaved nearly into her chin as she drew the inhaler to her chapped lips.

Mizuki only waited with crossed arms and a stern glare. Why run so hard when you were born not to? Her eyes said. Beni shrugged and smiled her silly smile; eventually earning a grin from her childhood friend.

"Mizuki, are we really going to that pond today?" Beni asked anxiously, her hands were itching and she couldn't keep a smile off her face. Giggles erupted like volcanic spurs, and eventually brought Mizuki to fits of laughter. They were parasitic of each other. One's habits and attitude eventually seethed into the other; that's how they survived each other and grew off each other since toddling age.

"Yeah," Mizuki said wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, "Iuno is going to meet us there."

Beni slowed to fall in step behind Mizuki; the giggles stopped. Iuno was someone who gave Beni a sense of insecurity and fright. He was the only boy they met to hang out with. He was taller than them both, with long blond hair and a grin that repulsed Beni into hiding behind her companion. He was unbearable and had an aura of malicious darkness; he revolted Beni to no end.

"M…Mizuki, why is Iuno meeting us there? Can't we have fun ourselves?" Beni clung to her friend's knit sweater. It smelled of her shampoo since her hair fell down the length of her back in brunette perfection: strawberry and the scent Dove soap.

The elder girl looked down to Beni, "He does have a good side to him. Just trust me."

Slowly, Beni released her friend's blue top and fell in place beside her, "Of course, Mizuki."