A hint of
beauty
Summary:
Behind the trademarked smirk and couldn't-care-less act, she's
really almost pretty. Scratch that. She's beautiful.
Dedication:
Animelover630
Detention
sucks.
Sensei's
basically ignoring us, just looking up and glaring at the chatty
first-years now and then.
There's
only one other third-year.
Uotani.
She leans
back in her chair, so far back, I think she'll fall, but she
doesn't. And besides, I shouldn't give a damn. It's not like
she's particularly nice to me. She only puts up with me because I'm
Tohru's friend.
She lays
down the manga she's been reading (Alice 19th, or
at least I think that's what's written on the cover), and picks
up another.
She
doesn't seem to care that she's in detention, acting as though
she's just killing time before she goes somewhere.
And maybe
she is. She certainly never acts like she cares about anything but
Tohru.
It's
raining outside, and my thoughts are wandering.
Sensei
says, okay, clear off, you lot.
Everyone's
gone, but I'm kinda slow in this weather.
I look out
the windows as I walk down the hallway.
She's
out there. She loves the rain. She's mucking around, like a little
kid. Everyone's gone, and she's let go, spinning around,
raindrops sliding down her face, darkening her hair.
I haven't
seen her drop her mask of indifference since the rose.
And then I remember why I care.
She's so damn beautiful.