"Azura-senpai!!" She turned around, hearing her name. It was Yuka, the vice president of the Literary Club at school.
"Yes, Yuka-chan?" She asked, her voice laced with the usual amount of coldness. Azura stayed aloof from her, because , because she wanted no one, no one else...to look into her heart, no one else...but.
"It's about the annual drama competition, Azura-senpai...Um...We haven't really decided on a topic on which to build out play and I was wondering..." Yuka's voice trailed off, and she started fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
Azura sighed. Her writing skills made her an attraction for the Literary Club and more than once, she had to exert herself and compose poems, and even certain pieces of plays for their performances; it was most tiring, but Azura did enjoy writing.
"Very well, Yuka-chan. I will see what I can do." She replied and started walking past her.
"Oh, thank you..Azura-senpai!!" Yuka's voice carried on..."Thank you so...Oh!! O...Ohayo gozaimaizu...S..Seto-senpai..." He voice changed from expressed glee to a constricted, yet overflowing joy, a sign of a fangirl.
Azura stopped. "Seto-senpai...Seto..." Seto Kaiba...He heart plummeted within her and she felt her breath quicken. "Calm down.." She commanded herself, clenching her fist and gritting her teeth. Seto Kaiba...Seto.
Yuka's voice was heard again. "It's a beautiful day, Se..Seto-senpai..." There was no reply. Azura stood there as a tall, blue-clad figure walked past her, looking straight ahead. His coat waved lightly behind him and his footsteps echoed down the hall, unconscious of the admiring glances. Seto Kaiba.
"Isn't he wonderful, Azura-senpai?" Yuka asked, still love-struck and blushed. "Seto-senpai, I mean"
"No." Azura's reply was short and she moved on. Class would start soon. Her heart was still beating fast within her, but her face was as cold as stone.
"And now, the segments for out English reports...This week's work was most satisfying..." The teacher's voice droned in the background as Azura looked into her text. She had long finished the chapters, and it was a killing bore to sit here and pretend to listen. Not that she was listening...Azura looked slightly to her left, and felt her breath stop again.
His brown hair fell over the side of his forehead as he was slightly bent over the book, his eyes absorbed in the pages, those cerulean eyes, as deep and vast, as the ocean...Azura had never realised what it was in him that drew her, just that whenever she looked at him, she was so...so...intoxicated...so...so.
"Miss Shido...Miss Shido!! Please pay attention!!" Azura calmly turned to the teacher; unlike others, when she was called, she didn't jump up, knock over her chair and make a fool of herself. She stayed calm.
"Yes, Sensei?" The look in her eyes was, as always, that of hazel ice.
"Um...P...Please pay attention, Miss Shido." The teacher seemed a little intimidated, but she seemed to have that effect on a lot of people.
Azura Shido was what most would call "aloof" or "cold". She did not care for either. She was quiet. Simply quiet. She did not like to enjoy in unnecessary frolic, more so, when it involved shouting or skipping. It seemed uncivilised, and useless. Most students seemed to think otherwise and hence, she stayed away from them. She spent her time, with books...Her appearance also served at an effective deterrent for socialising, but it was to her advantage. She did not like socialising.
"Class is dismissed for today...Please enjoy your weekend"
"Rise!" The class president's voice was heard. "Bow!" She bowed, and Sensei left.
Immediately, the usual babble of the mingle voices rose, drowning the peaceful, blissful silence. Azura collected her things. Seto stood up, and walked out of class, clearly ignoring everyone else.
Azura did the same, however after a little while, so that she would not see him when she left.
"When I dream, it is of you,How I wish I could fall into the darkness,
Your blue, blue eyes; they torment me so.
Remind me how far apart we are.
Run away. i WANT TO RUN AWAY.
But you pull me back, back to you.
Why do you pull me back?
Why can I not dream of only darkness?
Let me fall to hell, I beg you.
Please, don't make me dream of you.."
Her sobs were unheard, Her face buried in the feather pillow, tears drenched the fabric as she sobbed uncontrollably, It hurt, it hurt so much, so damn much, within her chest. It felt like someone was ripping her heart, tearing it apart, spilling the blood of her tears...