A/N: Chapter 2. It might be a bit boring...sorry. That's why I need my reviewers to help me out :D
Day 2
Night Class just ended for Shiki and me. It was boring; you know we're learning the usual crap about ethnics. Nobody really pays attention to the teacher anyway.
Luckily, I had a box of chocolate pocky with me and I shared them with Shiki.
"Shiki," I said, digging through my heart shaped bag for a box.
"Hmm?" he turned his attention to me, his hands behind his head and legs extended onto the table.
I showed him the box of pocky and asked, "You want one?"
Without hesitation, he grabbed some and nibbled on it like some person who was chewing on tobacco. But sadly, the pocky box didn't keep us company for long.
When we were down to the last pocky stick, neither of us moved our hands to get it. It's the last stick. I mean who would really want to take it?
Surely something made me not care; I just shoved my hand into the box and took out a chocolate covered stick.
I looked at the stick, hesitant to eat it. I don't know why but my gaze averted to Shiki who was looking as bored as ever trying to listen to the teacher's monotonous voice.
I smiled faintly and once more called him, "Shiki."
He whirled his head to face me and looked at me unflappably. But he unmasked the dead look on his face when I merely pressed the stick against his lip. I wanted to feed him.
It's actually something not unusual. I still remember the first time I fed him; we were toddlers and he was a kid who always seemed preoccupied with something. So, we were sitting next to each other that day, watching the sunset together when I heard his stomach growl. I turned my head to him, but his face didn't falter, he just kept gazing at the sun. Ignoring him at first, I averted my eyes back to the sun when his stomach rumbled again. Suddenly, I just couldn't stand how he was forcing himself to starve on like this. I quickly ran back into the house to fetch something to eat and managed to find a box of pocky. Then I shoved it in front of his face, but he just looked indifferently. Frustrated and angry, I withdrew the box from him and pouted. And a few minutes later, out of the blue, he said, "I'll eat it."
"Go on, eat it," I said trying to push the pocky through his lip.
His blue eyes met mine as if trying to send some sort of message then looking back at the stick, he started nibbling onto it slowly. He looked like he was enjoying it a lot not to mention that he licked the chocolate smeared on his lip. Unknowingly that I was ogling at him, he asked me, "Is something wrong?"
I snapped out of my gaze, a bit startled that he was looking at me but with an emotionless expression.
Slightly embarrassed, I turned my head to face the chalkboard where a bunch of notes were written and said, "It's nothing."
Out from the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me with those blue eyes but I avoided the contact, so he swiveled his head and gave his attention to the teacher.
After class was over, Shiki and I took separate pathways, returning to our dorms, without saying good-bye. It kind of hurt me, but since we see each other nearly everyday I guess there's no point. Well, for Shiki that is.
However, instead of returning to the dorm where I shared a room with Ruka, my good friend, I headed outside of the school walking to the garden.
Our school was made simple. It was two stories tall with the first floor having one classroom for students and the rest were dorms. As for the second floor, the library was there to read and do research as well as a spacious room which is usually used for dances we'd have occasionally. Moreover, there was a lake nearby with a few trees planted around used for shading and filling in some emptiness. Not far from the school, you can also head off to the woods at your pleasure. The garden was a few yards away from the school; you just have to follow this dirt pathway which is diagonal to the school entrance and then you're at the greenhouse where our garden is.
Approaching towards the glass door, I reached out a hand to twist the latch and pulled open the door, entering the beauty of nature.
In the greenhouse grew all sorts of plants such as lilies, roses, etc. My daisies were growing in the middle of greenhouse so I walked over there.
The greenhouse isn't really that big, it's about the size of a regular room.
Having reached the daisies, which the moon was shimmering its pale light upon, I plucked one off the ground.
Did I mention that I'm currently growing one in my bedroom but in a pot? That one is the special one as you all know.
However while I'm cultivating that little one, I still have to tend these flowers with attentive care.
Twirling the daisy in my hand, I started pulling one petal at a time, puttering, "He loves me," as I peeled one white petal. "He loves me not," I said as I pulled another. And for the last petal (eleventh) I said contentedly, "He loves me."
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