I've had this idea stuck in my head for a long time... ever since Kaito-kun moved away the first time (he's moved away twice, each time to the same distant place). I remember drawing character sketches, but my memory of actually writing it is a bit hazy (thus, I wrote the entire thing from scratch).
Dedicated to Kaito-kun... come back soon! (You'd better... or else...)
Also, please remember all those poor children and teachers who died at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, United States of America just over a week ago. And remember their families. These innocent victims... pray for their families as they move forward without them.
A white-haired girl walked down the hallway, her black messenger bag slapping against her side. "Shay!" She called out, waving down her friend.
"What?" she asked in a high-pitch voice, clutching her books tightly.
"Where's Dia? I could have sworn that we had all agreed to meet up today after school, but she didn't reply back to my message." The older student turned her intimidating green eyes on the nervous one.
"Um, I-I-I-" she stammered out.
"Right here." The girl stepped out of the shadows, her silver highlights catching the sunlight from the window. "What is this? Arc?"
Arc rolled her eyes. "Check your phone for once and you might actually find out."
Dia bent down, squatting as ladylike as she could as she pulled out a black cellphone. Turning it on, she flipped through her latest messages, her lips twisting up in an amused smile. "I see. I'll be there."
"Good, because you-" But before Arc could finish her sentence, her blue-haired friend was gone, just as quickly as she had come. "Dia." She sighed in exasperation.
Shay smiled at Arc brightly. "Come on, we're going to be late for class. Our break is only for so long."
Arc snuck a glance at the hanging clock; sure enough, her young friend was right. "Okay, I'm coming."
As they walked to their next destination, the two teenagers didn't feel the eyes that watched their retreating backs.
"Argh, Shay, where is that Dia?! This is the second time she's skipped out on us in this past week. And this week isn't even over yet!" She slammed her fist on the table angrily, causing her empty teacup to jump.
Shay, sipping her tea gingerly, said soothingly, "Maybe she had to talk to one of the teachers. Now that I think about it, I believe she's been struggling in her history lessons. All she can remember are wars and such. Such a war-like girl."
"What were you saying about a war-like girl?" Shay almost turned around but she sensed the metal behind her.
"I- I was just kidding," she apologized timidly.
"You're forgiven," Dia said with a laugh, withdrawing the mystery metal object. "You can turn around now, you know."
Shay turned her head to see... the butt of a spoon between her eyes. "You can't be serious," she groaned.
"You fell for the oldest trick in the book," she smirked, still laughing.
"Hey, what's so funny?" a new voice whispered hot in her ear.
Oooh, take a guess about who the owner of this mysterious voice is (and don't cheat, that just ruins it). This was actually, with chapter two, one big, long chapter, and I decided to split it up. So... read on! (I know, I know, nerdy, but just do it.)