OkitaXChizuru Romance.
A/n: :) Enjoy!
Crazy
Chapter 2 : Crazy is, as Crazy does
Biting her lip, Chizuru couldn't help but run her fingers through her hair and then tug at the ends of it in a nervous way. She winced once or twice when she tugged too hard, stopped for a brief second, before starting the routine all over again. But what was one to do on their first day at college?
Just a few hours ago she said her good-byes to her father and twin brother before she climbed into the taxi—the one she insisted on so she wouldn't be singled out right away with her family's private driver. She didn't want to be known for her riches, she wanted to be herself—Chizuru Yukimura, student going for her Teaching Degree with an emphasis on English—another thing she also insisted on.
Her father hadn't been entirely too pleased with her choice of major, but after much arguing, he relented, with high hopes of her changing her mind. Doctors didn't raise teachers, in his mind, which was why Kaoru—her twin, was going to their father's Alumni school for his Medical Doctorate. It was another reason she decided to go a different path, being a Doctor just wasn't for her.
Now she stood waiting at the drop off zone for an ongoing of ten minutes waiting for her boyfriend, Kazama, to show up. He was the other helpful deciding factor to which her father allowed her so much more liberty than what she was normally use to. Her father knew the school was a very good one, knowing that Kazama was attending there gave him reassurance for her safety. And unspoken, reassurance that she would change her mind about her major.
Like her, Kazama came from a good family that was very good friends with hers. She had known Kazama since they were kids, and the moment she blossomed into a young woman he instantly asked her to be his. It was only natural, since they basically already knew so much about each other having grown up together. That, and she was in love with him since the moment her father introduced them. It was a dream come true to officially be his girlfriend, with practically 5 happy years of dating under their belt before he left for college a year before she did.
Chizuru was a little nervous, but very excited to be closer to him again. The last year was hard on her, since she could only see him on the holiday breaks when he would go back home. Even then, the time always seemed way too short. Now it was different. They'd be an actual couple without either of their parents, and sibling, interrupting their time.
The thought nerved her, but at the same time, she was ready for the new. She glanced back down at her watch, shuffling slightly to the side to make way for another freshman trying to wedge past all her luggage. Chizuru blushed and apologized, trying to quickly move her bag out of their way.
"Hey, hey. Manners for the lady?"
Chizuru's eyes instantly found Kazama's deep wine colored eyes and she smiled, her shoulders relaxed with comfort and relief. Kazama smiled softly at her before turning his stern gaze to the freshman who finally got by her without so much as a thank you. The freshman hesitated, unsure of what to say or do that Chizuru felt bad for him. She knew how intimidating Kazama could be—add the fact that he was an upperclassman and he was formidable.
"No, it's okay, Kazama. I was in his way." Chizuru stepped forward and smiled at her peer who seemed relieved but still nervous. Kazama raised an eyebrow but didn't push it, instead, he waved off the freshman without another word to him.
"If you say so," He reached over and gently pressed a kiss to Chizuru's lips. She smiled and blushed at the public display. "It's going to be utterly fantastic to be able to freely do that." He purred softly. Chizuru wanted to agree, to say something about how much she missed him, or how upset she was with him for not showing up sooner but anything she had to say died on her lips.
Instead, she hummed pleasantly at him and he gave her a knowing look that made her blush. Swiftly, he reached down to take the majority of her bags before she picked up her remaining ones. "Let's drop these off before giving you a tour, yeah?"
Easily, she agreed. Beyond giddy to be spending time with him again. Kazama led her to her co-ed dorm, which was conveniently placed only a block and a half from the actual school and only two blocks from Kazama's Student Council apartment—unfortunately, next door to a few Frats and Sororities but nothing she had to worry about, so he said. Downtown was another few minutes away but there the majority of what she needed was right on campus.
When she reached her dorm, which was on the second floor, the room was empty but her eyes jumped to the other bed. She had requested a single dorm, but was denied because of her major. Honestly, she didn't mind if she had a roommate she was just more nervous on the kind of person her roommate would be.
Would she be a party animal? A girl who slept and brought home all kinds of guys? A mean girl? Or would they be friends? Chizuru never had a probably when it came to making friends, but she that was partly because she grew up with the majority of them back home, not to mention her brother was a force to be reckon with otherwise.
Kazama hummed softly under his breath as he set her bags on the side of her room she claimed. His eyes also went to the other side of the room, "Guess you'll have a roommate," he noted and he glanced down at her. "Is that ok? Do you want me to try and talk to someone?"
Chizuru couldn't help but smile, he was always thinking of her. "No, that's alright. They've already informed me on my roommate and I've heard that they do a great job on pairing people up based on their likes." She shrugged causally, "It'll be fine."
His eyes narrowed slightly at the empty bed but he nodded, "If you change your mind, let me know." His eyes swept over the room and his lip curled with distaste just slightly, but it vanished just as quickly. "I would offer my place...but it's against the rules for anyone other than the Student Council to be there." He extended his hand out towards her and she instantly took it, her hand cupping and molding against his like they hadn't spent any time apart. Her fingers itched to lace between his, but he wasn't one to lace fingers...ever.
Kazama was not a big fan of public display of affection, much like her father and brother, but she was use to it. It made the times when he did that much more special and the once ache she had felt was not so bad anymore. She let him lead her back out of the dorms and out onto the actual campus, she hadn't bothered to take a tour since Kazama had offered to show her around himself—but she still memorized the school map before hand.
It made her feel a little more in control...or at least prepared for it. Kazama first started out with walking her through her class schedule, taking her from one building to the next. Chizuru was glad that the majority of her classes were mostly in one building and even the ones that weren't wasn't too far from the last one. She hated thinking about the possibility of being late, ever.
After that walk through, Kazama lead her to the on campus shops starting with the student apparel shop. The shop was large and filled with both text books and all things that had the school's name, logo or mascot on it. Chizuru fought the urge to buy a t-shirt right away, but only because she knew Kazama was on schedule and she didn't want to detour him further.
As soon they left that shop, he took her to the cafe further down the campus were he did ask her if she wanted to buy a cup before they continued. She turned down the offer, but was glad he was mindful enough to ask. The next stop was the on campus cafeteria that had multiple options to eat everyday at nearly anytime of the day. If they weren't serving hot food, they had vending machines that held a whole lot of good looking items other than simple chips or candy.
Kazama explained how to use her school ID when at the cafeteria to get special offers every now and then, and that specific clubs had specific perks. Being the President of the Student Council offered him free drinks at the cafeteria for lunch time only. That and he explained to her how your Student ID card was also your monetary source to pay for lunch or anything else on campus.
Chizuru glanced down at her school ID that had been given to her the day of orientation and registration. The picture was surprisingly flattering for once, but she never realized how important the thing was until now that Kazama pointed it out. She stuffed the ID back with her Drivers license and sighed softly. There was so much to take in, but she was excited.
Kazama showed her to the library next, pointing out the different areas in the vast room. One section was devoted entirely to computer and research, another was simply tables lined up for quiet studying, the rest was shelves upon shelves of books. The library was very rustic look, even a little musky smelling from all the books. Chizuru couldn't keep the smile from her face, she could see herself spending a lot of time there.
"That concludes the tour." Kazama clasped his hands together, "Everything else is basically off campus just a short walk or bus ride away."
"Great." Chizuru sighed and leaned in toward Kazama out of habit, his body complied easily and he rested his arm around her shoulders. He was easily taller than her and her head came right to his shoulder rather comfortable. "I should probably head back to unpack now," She hoped that he would offer to help, or maybe even offer her another option, but he didn't.
Instead, he agreed with a quiet nod and began to lead her back to her dorm. Right as they passed Kazama's apartment, someone called his name and he stopped. A tall red headed, bulky male walked down the front of the lavish building that was the Student Council apartment. Chizuru knew that, similar to the Frats and Sororities, they held meetings and boarded all the members.
Kazama let go of Chizuru and stepped forward slightly to meet the other member, "Amagiri," he greeted curtly, "What's the problem?"
Amagiri nodded towards Chizuru briefly before turning his attention completely to Kazama, "Something came up and we've had to switch a few things around. I apologize for the inconvenience." His curt gaze drifted over to Chizuru and she ducked her head slightly. It wasn't her fault, but somehow she felt it was so.
As the two discussed quietly, Chizuru lifted her gaze to the houses lined up along the street. Each one had huge bold white colored Greek letters placed out front. She squinted her eyes as she tried to make out the English written words beneath them but she couldn't make them out. Noises drew her attention to the house closest to the student council apartment.
It was a Frat house, since there was a cluster of men around the front porch. They hooted, hollered and laughed loudly—not caring at all who heard them. Strangely, it brought a smile to her face and she idly wondered how it would be if she were included on such simple but fun interaction. Could they really be so bothersome?
One of the laughing guys raised his eyes and instantly found her wandering gaze. The look, even from far away, stunned Chizuru. His eyes were a vivid shade of green, like the grass back home during the best summer days—unlike anything she'd ever witnessed before. The man tipped his head to the side in a curious gesture, before his lips curved up at one corner. The look confused Chizuru and she found her eyes quickly skipping away from his.
He made her feel strangely unsettled and she couldn't be caught staring at someone else with her boyfriend a few feet away. It's not like she was attracted to the stranger—that was ridiculous, but she felt shameful for even letting her eyes wander. Besides, if the guy belonged to a Frat then he was most likely always on the prowl for fresh meat.
The thought unnerved her and she shivered slightly. It made her all the more grateful for already having Kazama. He'd protect her. He'd watch out for her. And he'd definitely keep dangerous guys like that away. Chizuru turned her attention back to Kazama and his friend, pushing the stranger right out of her mind.
"So you see. We need you to come in now." Amagiri tipped his head back and sighed softly.
Kazama nodded briefly, "Understood. I'll be right in then, thank you." Amagiri nodded once, turned towards Chizuru and repeated the action before turning and walking back into the house. Kazama sighed calmly and gave a slightly apologetic look. To Chizuru, it looked like all his other expressions but the pinch between his eyes was increased. "I apologize for this, Chizuru."
Chizuru stepped towards him and smiled, "It's okay." She reached for his hand and gave it a slight squeeze. "We were just wrapping up anyway. I can find my way back."
The hooting and laughing made Kazama press his lips together and narrow his eyes over his shoulder. He glared sternly at them before he turned back and nodded, half in thought. "I'll see you soon then," Kazama laid his hand on her shoulder and lightly brushed her loose hair back. Chizuru inched closer and stood on her tip-toes to reach his lips. Kazama bent down and complied, giving her a short and sweet kiss. Without a second glance or another word, he turned and walked to his apartment. Chizuru watched and waited until he disappeared before she moved. The laughter hadn't subsided from next door, but rather, seemed to have grown over the last couple minutes and despite her best judgement, she glanced over at them again.
And found the green eyed stranger still staring, and still smiling.
Chizuru leaned back and sighed with complete and utter relief. "And that's that!" She grinned widely and took a small step back to admire her unpacking. The dorm room she was assigned to was fairly large, considering that there it would hold two occupants. It was roomy, even with two twin sized beds crammed in and two desks.
The side Chizuru claimed had a cork board where she put up a calendar, photos of Kazama, Kaoru and her father and a few of her old friends back home. Majority of the things she pinned were of articles about her father or teaching. She had a few quotes from a few of her favorite books and very, very few pictures of her favorite bands.
Her bed had a soft pink colored bed spread with large flowers on them, her laptop and E-reader was plugged in and set up on her desk along with a few hardcover books she brought. Her clothes and suitcases were put away nicely in the closet and she even hung a whiteboard on the back of the door—she had read that it was a good idea for roommates.
Chizuru seated herself on her bed and smiled again. She was officially a college student now. A giggle escaped her lips and she couldn't help the surge of excitement that bubbled in her. She would have to call her family soon, to let them know she was settled in. Maybe even text Kazama, hopefully get dinner with him if he was free.
A soft knock on the door broke Chizuru from her happy thoughts and a very pretty girl, just a smidge taller than her but much more curvier popped her head in and gave her a mega-watt smile. Her eyes sparkled as she shoved the door open.
"Hello!" she cheered happily and entered, "You must be Chizuru Yukimura!" The brown haired beauty chirped. She rather abruptly dropped her multiple bags and rushed over to Chizuru. She reached and grabbed her hand, her smile widening. "I'm Sen, you're roommate." Chizuru gave a wry smile that Sen seemed to easily over look.
Sen's eyes dipped and dropped over Chizuru's half of the room and her mouth dropped open slightly. "You have such cute taste," she mumbled with her ever present smile. Chizuru wondered if there was a time where she wasn't smiling, because it didn't seem possible. Sen leaned back and turned back to her side. "I'm glad your my roommate! I can tell that we're going to be awesome friends!"
At that, Chizuru couldn't help but smile back. No one had ever said something like that to her. Not that she didn't have friends, but having grown up with the majority of people in her neighborhood, it was a given to be friends. But this? This was completely different.
"I'm glad too," she finally added softly. This time she had to disagree with Kazama, having a roommate wouldn't be a pain at all. It seemed like it would be nice, definitely better than being alone. Though it was honestly too early to tell if her roommate was a good person or not, but what could Sen possibly gain by being fake right away?
No, there was something good and nice about Sen that made Chizuru feel happy she didn't ask Kazama to help her out. The survey had worked wonders by pairing her up with someone she could get along with—she only hoped it lasted.
Chizuru smiled happily when she spotted the text book she needed and pulled it off the shelf before she shuffled over to the next section. Before she even realized it, the girl at the front register called out to her.
"We're closing in five minutes, ma'am."
Chizuru jumped slightly, a little surprised to have wasted so much time at the apparel/textbook shop. She glanced down at her cellphone and it blinked back 7 p.m. She pressed her lips together, scolding herself for not making more use of her time before she opened her text messages but found nothing from Kazama.
Her heart sank a little, but she shrugged it off. She understood he was a busy guy, but she had hoped for dinner. Now she hoped to at least get a call before the end of the day. Chizuru stuffed her phone away, grabbed the textbooks she found and headed to the front check out.
Earlier, she spent part of the day chatting with Sen while she unpacked with Sen constantly getting distracted from her packing just to tell Chizuru all about herself and then prodding Chizuru to tell her things about herself. After a few minutes, Chizuru decided that if Sen was going to ever get done unpacking, she should leave her alone.
Sen tried to convince her to stay, but Chizuru told her she had to get a few items from the shop, which wasn't necessarily a lie, but Sen understood. But before she left, Sen was incessant upon exchanging numbers—just in case, so she complied. One never knew when they'd need their roommates number.
After that, she headed down to the coffee shop first, ordered a cappuccino with a banana nut muffin, and then headed over apparel shop. There she started browsing randomly, purchasing a few shirts to showcase her school spirit before she went and started with the books.
Chizuru gently laid her items out on the countered and offered the bored looking girl an apologetic smile. Quickly the girl rang up her items, packed them away and sent Chizuru quickly on her way. It was obvious that the girl didn't enjoy her job judging from the tight lipped smile and farce sounding 'Have a good night' she offered.
Chizuru didn't even take it to heart to be offended, she did overstay her welcome—accidentally of course. She tucked her purchases close to her bag and started back towards her dorm. She checked her watch and grimaced again, how had she let herself get so caught up? The excitement of starting out as a college student was obviously the reason, but she was never one to zone out like that.
Chizuru paused and began to ruffle through her bag, remembering her idea to call Kazama to see if he was free for a late dinner. Her phone hadn't gone off once while she was out and she tried hard not to over think it, but of course, she did. She didn't even take notice to her surroundings as her mind buzzed, nor did she notice how someone was lingering too close to her. Right as her fingers found her phone at the bottom of her purse, she was pulled rather roughly into the alley closest to her by her purse as a stranger tried to take it.
Her automatic reaction when he started to pull was to hold on and her eyes widened when she looked up at a strangers harsh gleaming glare. He grinned angrily down at her and tugged harder, pulling Chizuru down to the ground and scraping her knees. She yelled out in pain before quickly pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.
"Hey-y!" Chizuru frowned and winced slightly, "He-elp! Someone!" Is this really happening? She felt tears prick her eyes. It was her first day and she got mugged. The mugger paused abruptly and turned back towards her. Chizuru flinched and pushed herself quickly to her feet, she didn't like the sudden recognition in his eyes—the recognition that he wasn't finished.
Her feet felt like lead beneath her suddenly trembling body. Her mind kept screaming to turn and run but the command wasn't reaching her legs and instead her legs seemed to tangle within each other. Pain shot up her lower back and palms of her hands as she fell backwards onto her butt. Her mouth opened in a scream that seemed to strangle in her throat.
Yeah, this is really happening. The thought was bitter and harsh in her head. It caused an unpleasant shiver to snake it's way up her spine and a sob got stuck in her throat. She wanted to scream—needed to if she had any hopes of getting rescued. Instead, she raised her arms in front of her face, whimpered, and waited for the inevitable. How had she let this thing happen?
A cool breeze tickled the sweat that gathered on her forehead and the back of her neck, but she didn't hear his foot steps get closer. There was a grunt that made her flinch and keep her arms up. She felt an object hit her legs and she cringed, her muscles tightened with fear. Another grunt echoed towards her that sounded rather...painful and Chizuru allowed herself to look up from her arms.
Her eyes widened as they landed on an unfamiliar back—broad shoulders flexed beneath a tight t-shirt. His wide stance drew her eyes indecently to his lower area and she drew her eyes back up. Dark green eyes stared down at her from over his shoulder, the striking color vibrant even in the dark light. The eyes were very familiar and Chizuru gasped softly when she remembered.
The stranger from the Frat house.
He smirked, "You okay?" he asked, tipping his head slightly.
Chizuru stared numbly at him, her voice lost but she managed to nod slowly. What was going on? Her eyes skipped over his form to the mugger who was currently pushing himself to his feet. He swayed and glared hard at the stranger who was helping her. She didn't think anyone had heard her, considering how she hadn't yelled for long.
The stranger turned his head back to the mugger and he cracked his neck—an odd gesture that had Chizuru's heart beating quickly. She was never in situations like the one she was currently in.
"Do you know what I hate the most?" her rescuer asked her mugger. "Losers like you who pick on cute innocent girls."
Chizuru blushed and pressed her hands to her cheeks as a reflex to stop the action. It wasn't like he was looking at her or noticed, but she couldn't help doing it. But who said things like that? Especially when about someone they didn't know to someone they were fighting?! She bite her lip and kept her eyes glued to them.
Who said chivalry was dead?
There was nothing like the pure rush of getting into a fist fight. Often times it was like a craving, one that satisfied more than anything else in the world could ever do. The pure adrenaline that powered his muscles and sharpened his vision gave him a purpose, gave him the feeling of just being alive.
He wasn't quite sure where it started. He could say it was when his parents died and left him an orphan. He could say it was when he started to jump from foster home to foster home during his early teens. Or that it was probably defending himself in the school yard against the jocks and whatnot.
Though honestly, he could just simply say it was always in him, because it was. And it was by chance that it turned into something he could profit from. Just as it was chance that he'd walk past the alley where he heard something that didn't sound quite right—but that was also because of his curiosity.
"You're fucking insane, man."
Souji Okita raised his head up lazily at the punk in front of him. With a quick grin he revealed a row of straight teeth covered in blood that made the guy flinch. Slowly, Okita raised his arm and wiped it across his mouth before he turned his head slightly to the right and spit his blood out.
His opponent grimaced, eyes glued to the glob of blood a few feet away from them. The expression on his face had Okita grinning wider, the adrenaline pumping through and fueling him. "Is that all you got?" he asked, tilting his head mockingly. He lifted his hands and waved him over. "Come on, man. I said hit me like you mean it!" He gestured to the side of his face again.
The punk's face pinched with disgust, fists raised and shaking but otherwise not moving. "That's—this..." His eyes shifted from him to over his shoulder and he shook his head. "Fuck this, man. I'm out!" The man was quick to pivet away from Okita and start sprinting away. Had Okita been by himself, he would've easily followed—he wasn't one to just let the other run away like a coward.
Cowards pissed him off.
And with the adrenaline still pumping in his veins, he knew the chase would be thrilling. Subconsciously he even stepped in the direction the guy hurried off to, but his sharp gaze caught movement just out of the corner of his eye. Okita stopped and turned his head to the reason why he was in the whole situation to begin with. Her.
Okita looked down at the girl he rescued, her large brown eyes wide and her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked like a rabbit cornered by a fox—which seemed accurate, except he had no intention of hurting her. Despite what the multiple rumors that seemed to spring up every year, he would never hurt a female. Ever. In fact, nothing made him want to hurt the other guy more than the scared look in her eyes. It stirred something awake inside him, something protective. Something that surged through him more powerful than the adrenaline. He didn't think too much of it though.
He reached down, watching her closely and moving slowly so she wouldn't freak out. He reached for her purse and books on the ground and handed them out to her. He was shocked that she hadn't run off when the moment was right but rather had waited. He guessed she was in some form of shock, but she didn't scream or anything either.
And how odd was it that he rescued the very same girl he saw earlier that very day? Her wide brown eyes—even though they were full of fear—was still recognizable and had seized him the moment he turned his attention to them. Even from the distance they had been at, he could feel the warmth of them from the front steps of the Frat house. Her reaction to seeing him watch her amused him and he knew from that, that she was new.
Then he'd seen the Student Council president approach her and he knew that she was off-limits...but he wasn't exactly good at that sort of thing. The fact that he sent her off on her own said a thousand and one things about their relationship, at least it did to him. The girl's eyes lifted to his briefly, her warm chocolate eyes reminding him of a delicious cup of hot chocolate. Her gaze even warmed started to warm up his insides—it was a little off putting since he didn't understand it.
"You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, you know?" He furrowed his brow and gave her a stern look. He hadn't meant to start off like that, but the fact was that she could have avoided the whole thing if she were more careful. "Shit still happens within the campus."
The girl winced and nodded, "I know." She whispered softly, meekly. She ducked her head and continued to put more things into her purse. His eyes skimmed down to her text books and he couldn't help the smirk.
"English?" he asked, more to himself than at her. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other than."
Her head whipped up again, nearly smacking him in the face but he backed up just in time to avoid it. Her eyes were wide again, wider than seemed humanly possible but it wasn't. Surprisingly, it only further made her cuter. Who did facial expressions like that nowadays? She wore everything she was feeling on her face through her eyes—he idly wondered what other expressions she could make and he quickly shook the thought.
Those thoughts were beyond inappropriate, especially now. But damn. She wasn't making it easy on him. Her eyes searched his, confused by his comment he was sure. He felt his lips tug upwards again, he wasn't normally the smiling type but he was finding himself doing it more with her than he ever had with anyone else.
Okita gestured to her text book, "Your book," he stifled the chuckle as realization dawned on her face followed by a bright red blush. "English is one of the few classes that are mixed."
"Oh. I see." She mumbled barely, her hands moving quicker to put her things together. Okita watched in utter amusement as she finally got herself all together and then pushed to her feet. His eyes noticed a dark wet patch on her right knee and he noticed the palms of her hands were bright pink as well. "Well, um, thank you and—um, I—"
Straightening his hand shot out and grabbed her from making a hasty getaway. Her eyes slowly traveled from her wrist up to his eyes—and he just about let go of her by the mere jolt her eyes caused as they trailed over him. There was something about this girl that was...different. He turned over her hand and furrowed his brow.
Briefly it didn't look too bad, but now that he stared he could see how scraped and raw her palms were. She winced slightly when his thumb brushed over a particular area and he cursed under his breath. Immediately her eyebrows raised, probably not use to such language.
He smirked, "Sorry." He dropped her hand and gestured to her knee, "Can I see your knee?"
She hesitated before she bent over and pulled up her pant leg slowly. Okita knelt down and resisted the urge to go after the douche who hurt her. He knew that she was one of the lucky ones—there were others who weren't so lucky to have someone step in, but she did get off easy. She would have wounds that would eventually heal.
He dropped her pant leg and stood up, "We should get that and your hands bandaged up."
The girl's eyes widened almost comically, "W-we?" she shook her head, "No, that's okay!"
Okita crossed his arms and gave her his best no nonsense face. What kind of girl turned down help like that? It wasn't like he was going to take advantage of her...as much as he wanted to try. "Don't be so quick to say no, you'll hurt my feelings you know."
She pressed her pretty lips together and opened her mouth to retort but he stepped towards her and she immediately shut her mouth. Her head snapped up to look at him with those ever wide eyes, but she wasn't scared.
"Besides is that anyway to thank me?" he smirked down at her, tilting his head just slightly. "Because it's not at all nice."
"I'm sorry." She quickly told him, ducking her head and shifting to put a little space between them. "I didn't mean—well, I mean I'm thankful! I am, but...you don't need to bother with it. I can take care of it."
Okita sighed and tipped his head backwards, his hand running through his hair. "Alright, yeah. Fair enough." He tipped his head back, "I mean what sane person would accept an invitation from a stranger, right?"
He watched again in amusement as she seemed to flounder with his comment and he reached out and absentmindedly brushed dirt off her face. She flushed prettily and he quickly dropped his hand, playing it off as nonchalantly as he could. What the fuck was that?
"I'm Souji Okita. Everyone just calls me Okita." He glanced at her hands, "I would shake your hand, but that's probably not wise." He raised his own hands to showcase the dried blood.
Her eyes traced over the blood before she tore her gaze away, "Chizuru Yukimura." She answered, giving him a small slightly forced smile. He noticed her hands twitch slightly before she gently put them in her jacket pockets. He guess they probably stung now that the adrenaline died down. Her hands were small and delicate looking, most likely not at all use to something like that.
"Chizuru, uh?" he nodded, "I'll remember that. You do best to remember my name too. You never know when it'll come in handy." Okita gave her a lop-sided grin, ones he usually reserved for girls at parties—he wasn't quite sure why he was using it now though. "Now that we know each other, you can't argue if I walk you back to your dorm, right?"
Surprisingly, Chizuru laughed. It wasn't a loud one, or even body shaking, but it was a small chuckle. "Exchanging names doesn't mean we know each other," she shook her head, "But sure. It would be...reassuring to be walked back."
Okita nodded and she told him where her dorm was located. Easily and much too quickly he led her back to her dorm—which was only about a block and a half from where she nearly got mugged. He hoped she would be okay when and if she ever got around to walking by it.
"So this is it?" he asked as Chizuru dug through her purse and pulled out her student ID to allow her entrance to the building.
She nodded, "Yeah," she hesitated, her hand on the door but she hadn't opened it yet. He watched as she fumbled around and he would've paid good money just to get an idea of what she was thinking about. "So, um, thank you for everything..."
Okita lifted his hands and backed away. "It's my civil duty to save damsel's in distress, Chizuru. Just another day." He winked and she blushed again, her eyes dipping away.
"Yeah, well, um—bye."
"Remember to tend to those wounds," he reminded her as he walked away backwards. She lifted her head and nodded. "I'll be seeing you, Chizuru."
Chizuru furrowed her brow slightly in confusion, but nodded before she swiped her card and quickly entered the building. His eyes took in the building and he smirked to himself. He knew someone in that dorm since it was a co-ed building. Not only that, but they had one confirmed class together and who knew how many others as well.
It was going to be an interesting year.
a/n: Yay! :) Just a start, but a strong one I hope! Please, Read and Review. Love hearing them!