Hey! This is the author, finally getting the hang of Fanfiction's weird sort of system… I'll have to go back and edit chapter one, since it's wrapping weirdly at the 1/2 size for me… But, anyways!
How do you all like the story so far? If I had to say, I'd say it's going 'good'… Better than I expected, anyway—this is the first time I'm writing the second chapter the day after writing the first, so it feels nice!
And to my first reviewer, ever, yojimbo89… Yay for you! You win the second chapter! Er, disregard the fact that everyone else won the second chapter, too, please.
Anyway, enough of me rambling! On with the story!
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Saturday was a sort of weird day for Kagami. She had gone to the supermarket, filling the cart up with all sorts of instant-this and microwave-that, since she still couldn't cook. That was normal, but every so often she'd see a flash of blue in the corner of her eye, and it was starting to creep her out.
She felt like she was being followed as she carried the bags back to her apartment, and couldn't resist looking behind her every once in a while to see if she was being followed. She wasn't, of course, but that didn't settle her nerves at all.
Making her way up the stairs to her apartment, she looked behind one last time, walking the short distance from the top of the stairs to her door. She had to set the bags down for a little while as she got her key out. She unlocked the door and made her way inside a little bit later, bags in hand. She set the bags down on the step up from the entranceway, taking off her shoes and stepped up, taking the bags the short distance into the kitchen.
Kagami had gone shopping, as she always did on a Saturday.
"Although," she muttered to herself, looking at the bags full of ramen and instant rice dishes, "I can't exactly call this food. But, it beats trying to cook." With that thought out of the way, she proceeded to put all the stuff into her pantry, glad that she had enough cupboard space for the food.
She smiled, having finished her one task for the day, and wondered for a little bit about what to do next. As she stood there, she wobbled just a tiny bit, bracing herself on the counter.
"I must be tired," she thought aloud, and decided to watch some television. She went and sat on her little couch, turning the television on to the first thing she could think of.
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She woke up a little while later, television tuned to static. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, noticing the clock on the wall said it was very late. Turning the TV off, she got up, and stumbled slightly. That was odd.
'I didn't have anything to drink, did I?' She sighed, shaking her head. She didn't even have any alcohol in the house, she couldn't have drunk anything. Shrugging it off, she made her way to the bed, using the wall to support herself slightly.
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The next morning, Kagami felt extremely sore, all over. She moaned slightly, sitting up and sniffling, her nose also bothering her. Making her way to the bathroom, she flipped the light on, and squinted at her image in the mirror.
'I look like crap…' she thought to herself, opening the medicine cabinet to fish out something that would hopefully make her feel better.
Taking the pills, she placed the cup back on the side of the sink and walked back into her bedroom, looking at the clock.
'It's already 5:00 AM? Shoot… I might as well start my day,' she sighed at the thought, but started her morning routine anyway. First thing for the day: exercise.
Now, Kagami was never one to exercise, when she was younger, as she was able to keep a slim figure with the proper diet. But now she was older, and with age comes the necessity of exercise. Kagami just shook her head slowly, feeling the medicine already starting to work at clearing her head, and started exercising, earphones in her ears blasting a nice set of energetic songs for her to work out to.
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Monday had come awful quickly for Kagami, and she woke up in the same manner as she had the day before. Sitting up, she groaned, sore as ever. She rubbed her forehead, wincing as her hand grazed over the bump she had gotten from her overzealous exercising the day before. She had gotten the bump when she started doing her stretches, bending down to touch her toes. The blood rushing to her head had made her feel faint, and she stumbled into the low table set in front of the couch.
Blushing at herself, she got out of bed and started getting ready for work. First things first, though… She popped two more of those pills, to at least make her feel better.
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The walk to the train station was uneventful, as far as Kagami was concerned. When she got on the train, she had managed to nab a seat, and now spent her time looking out the window.
Buildings passed by, and Kagami started zoning out. Something pulled her back to reality, though. A flash of blue, she thought she had seen it by a bookstore the train passed by. She shook her head, but before she could look again they were already going through a tunnel.
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As she trudged her way through the center courtyard of the school, she looked at all the students. Some of them appeared happy, some annoyed, some energetic and some tired. She let out a deep sigh, wondering why so many students were early to school that day.
At the thought of being early, Kagami wondered just how early she was, and so she looked at her watch.
She stopped walking, looking at her watch a little closer.
"Are the… Are the hands stopped?" she wondered aloud, shaking her hand a little bit, looking at the watch again.
Sighing, she looked around, thinking that maybe one of the students would tell her. She stopped a girl she recognized, smiling.
"Miss Takashi, do you know the time?" The girl smiled, nodding and pulling out her cell phone. Kagami mentally hit herself in the head, 'Of course, why didn't I think of that?'
"Hiiragi-sensei, it's almost 7:45…"
The girl had to stifle a laugh as Kagami bolted in the direction of her classroom.
As Kagami ran, she wondered if she really was sick with something serious.
