Today was the day. I was going to get him to confess. I was going to put her right into his arms, like he had always dreamed. My old best friend wasn't going to expect me showing up, which was the perfect time to make a disguise too. We haven't seen each other in nearly two years, when we went to separate high-schools. My natural hair color was a dark grey, but I dyed it a dark green; like my friend Ichijou's hair color! I thought it looked amazing with my dark purple eyes. It used to be to my knees; but then I cut it to my waist. About thirteen inches was cut off and donated before I dyed it. I also got contacts, so I knew he wouldn't recognize me at all now! It was perfect! I was skipping to school, when I seen Tenma. I remembered her from middle school. She looked like she was looking for someone, so I walked up.
"Hi! I'm Hikari Akitomou! We're wearing the same school outfit, so I take it we're going to the same school right?!" I asked excitedly, trying to put on an act so my plans could go through. She smiled and nodded.
"Ha-ha yeah! I'm Tenma Tsukamoto! I'm just waiting for my friend Harima. He's wanting to walk with me to school. Why don't you walk with us?" She asked me. I nodded and smiled.
"Okay! I'm a transfer student from Shish Obi high. I don't know what class I'm in yet. What class are you in?" I asked.
"2-C! So is Harima! He's a nice guy, and I tried setting him up with my sister; but he says he likes someone else… I don't know who yet!"
I nodded and giggled, as Harima walked up smiling.
"Good morning Tenma, who's your friend? Is she a new student?" He asked. I nodded and stuck my hand out to shake his; but drew it back with wide eyes when I realized I hadn't thought this all the way through, I pulled Tenma off to the side.
"What's wrong?" she whispered. I sighed.
"I'm an old friend of Harima's, and I want to surprise him about this. He won't recognize me because I'm in a disguise. Call me Kari… Kari Aki. He won't get it, I just know it," I told her. She smiled and nodded, her pigtails bouncing in a strange way.
"Got it! What a good friend you are then! Is it a special surprise?"
"What about surprises?" Harima asked, leaning over.
"Harima! This is a girl secret! Mind your business!" she shouted, pushing him away. I giggled.
"I see you two are pretty good friends," I teased. Tenma smiled and I noticed Harima blush.
"Anyways, I didn't catch your name," Harima pointed out.
"Oh! I'm Kari Aki. Nice to meet you Harima," I smiled.
"How did you know?" he asked, puzzled. I looked at him blankly.
"She just said it. That's why I know your name," I explained. He nodded, looking at his watch.
"Oh man! We need to hurry! School starts soon! Kari run with us!" he shouted, turning to run. We all ran to school. I got there a few seconds before them and I looked at the clock on the wall and sighed.
"Harima, we still have fifteen more minutes… You're watch is fast," I told him. He looked at his watch and laughed.
"Oops. My mistake. Least we made it to school though, right?" he asked, chuckling lightly. I forced a smile and nodded.
"Yeah. Luckily we did," I said. How long would I be able to pull this off? I was never a cheery person because of my past… Or because of my old school I finally got out of. I just knew that no matter what, I was going to make Harima confess his feelings for Tenma. Even if I had to keep up this charade, even if he ended up hating me after it all. I turned to go to the principal's office to figure out what class I was in since I transferred. As I walked down the hall, I heard Tenma greet her friends with Harima. A girl called him whiskers. I sighed. Poor boy is always getting poked and teased, yet most the time he lets it go from girls… Before I got to the office, I heard a familiar voice speak my name.
"That's her name? Wasn't she arrested once?" some blond kid asked. The bigger darker haired man shook his head.
"No! Her Uncle was. Hikari Akitomou… Our families, the Akitomou's and Tougou's, used to be close family friends."
"And you think she's here?"
"I sensed it this morning! Dreamt about her last night."
"You sound like a love stricken' idiot!" a tall Spanish girl shouted. I swallowed, knowing exactly who it was.
"Shit…" I muttered to myself.