Chapter 2
Aisaka Taiga:
I shut the door to my apartment and pulled my hoodie down more on my face. I wanted no one to notice me or my alias Tally Aiya.
I knocked on the door to Ami-chans apartment. "Coming!" I heard her shout. The door flung open. "Hello? Oh! It's you...!" "Aiya-san." I finished for her. I didn't want anyone knowing that I was here. "Yes, Aiya-San. How nice to see you. I see that you made it from the airport okay! Would you like to come in? " She asked with what seemed to be a forced or overly-cheerful smile. I looked at her questioningly. She just smiled back and gestured me to come in.
I followed Amin through her house and stopped in shock as I entered her kitchen area. My eyes went wide. "Ah, Amin who is your lovely guest?" asked a man. He seemed very familiar. 'Hm..' I thought.
Anyways, I sat down while said man sat there gaping at me. I turned my head sharply and glared at him. "What?" I asked In my quiet-but-deadly way. "Tai...Taiga?" the man asked. My eyes widened. "Is that you?" He asked in a timid, I-can't-believe-it voice. I shook my head. "Don't lie Taiga-San. Kitamura knows about you already. " laughed Amin. I glared at her. "Kitamura, is that really you? " I whispered. He nodded.
"Now who is this 'Aiya-san' ?" he questioned. "My alias. I needed one when I went into the big business." Kitamura nodded. "I see." "Aiya-San works as a famous designer. She didn't feel it necessary that we know who she was when she came up with it." Amin explained. Kitamura nodded again. "How is everyone?" I asked for the first time. I never asked Amin during our get-togethers. She was always the one to bring it up. "Everyone is fine" He replied with a smile. "actually, Mino-" Amin suddenly slammed her hands on the table and shook her head furiously at Kitamura. At stared at them with concern. 'What the heck is wrong with them? Mino... Ri. Minori!' I thought before I bolted through the door.
I walked the silent streets sulking. I had a feeling that Minori was at Ami-chan's by now. I shuddered at what would have happened had Kitamura-Kun not slipped up. I frowned just thinking of it. I was not on good terms with the Minorin in my head. I wonder if I would be with the real one. I pondered this as I walked into the hair cutlery. I sat down and closed my eyes as the stylist handled my hair with care.
I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection. I looked like a normal teen, even though I was 22. I actually looked like I was 17. 'How ironic' I thought. My now-short hair felt light and airy around my head. I liked the feel of it. ' I wonder why I never did this before' I pondered as I held up a strand of my hair. It was short, and white. Not just a pale blond anymore, but white. I smiled at myself in the mirror And got up, thanking the stylist. I payed and left. As I walked home I booked inside of the complex; a bright and cozy light was on in Ryuuji's house. Panicked, I flew up to my apartment and rushed in. I flung the door to my bedroom open to see Ryuuji standing there, closing the window. I was mentally freaking out but I slammed my reserve on my face And asked in a chilling voice "Did you need anything?" I mustered up a glare as well, trying to make it seem as though he was a strange person entering my home. Not my old love.
Ryuuji's eyes went round. I mentally swooned at his appearance. He was even handsomer than he was when i left. I crossed the room towards where my bed was, leaning on it with my arms crossed. "Well?" I asked, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "What was it that you needed? Or did you plan on a lovely neighborly welcome party? Hm? Or maybe, just maybe," I said, closing the distance between us, "maybe you wanted to rummage through my things and make it look like the dreaded 'PalmTop Tiger's spirit' was haunting the place." Ryuuji's eyes widened even MORE than they already were. "Now, would you like me to press charges, or would you like to be tortured with some of my horribly made tea?" I smirked while he grinned. "How about I slave for you and MAKE the tea?" he countered. I nodded and let him lead me through the apartment. "You sure know how to navigate my apartment well." I teased. His face went red as a strawberry. "I'm good at cookies though," I said conversationally, "would you like some?" Ryuuji nodded his head and proceeded in making the tea while I made the cookies. It was nice. After he finished he sat on the bar stool and watched me while sipping tea.
I felt oddly in-sync with him. Not nervous at our encounter at all. Of course, that may have only been because he couldn't recognize me. I didn't know but It felt nice. I was finally back home with Ryuuji.
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