Again, thank guys for the reviews :] Three reviews in two chapters…hooray [no sarcasm intended]. Any hoots, I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving, spend a lot of time with family, and most importantly, Black Friday shopping for my United States friends. I realized that I've been going kind of slow at the story, and on this chapter, I'll review the reason why the title is named 'The Couple under the Rain' Okay, let's get going.
Disclaimer: I'm not an owner of Death Note, although I wish so. I would have changed some things in the story…
The clinking of coffee cups and people chattering about the next time DBSK holds a concert here increased Quistis' anxiety. They sat awkwardly for what seemed like a time without end. It was like…a failed date where the guy, behind closed doors, is trying to think of a way to start conversation, and the girl is secretly damning herself for coming here.
Attempting to lighten the mood, the young man shot a question at Quistis. "So, what's your family like?"
At first, she felt reluctant to answer. 'I'm about to answer to a person who I know nothing about- except his physical appearance.' Quistis thought for a second more. 'Oh, what the hay, I'll answer him'
Monotonously, she said "An ordinary one, nagging mom, over-achieving dad; the works"
"Ah, I see" looking somewhat interested. "What about your friends?" he questioned.
Quistis rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and scratched her head. "All female…unless you count this dude I sit next to in Calculus, though I wouldn't count him as a real friend; I only ask him what the homework is." She touched her index fingers with her thumbs, forming circles, and put them over her eyes. "He wears glasses."
He chuckled at her reply, sipping from his coffee cup, until the last drop was gone. "Have you heard of Kira?" What a question out of the blue.
"Who? That murderer? I've heard of him…once, twice. I think as long as he doesn't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve to be hurt, it's okay with me."
"Hmm. Interesting point-of-view."
Trying yet again to save the conversation, he abruptly asked a random question, yet again. "What was your favorite…childhood story?" This question broke the lame meter.
"…okay?" confused by the bombardment of questions about her, though yet again, she responded.
"I actually never read childhood stories before. My mother never bought them for me; she claims that they ruin the sanity of children by adding ridiculous parts in the stories." She paused for a moment. "There was…this one story that my grandma told me before. I loved it so much I remember asking her to tell it to me over and over again" She smiled at that thought.
The dark eyes of the party in front of her were now wide open, showing interest. He stuck his face closer to her face, signaling for her to continue about the story.
"It was about how one day, this ordinary girl who was bullied by most wanted to find love. She was so lovesick that she would weep, everyday non-stop. One day she found herself stuck in the rain, miles away from home. Then a magnificent prince came to her side, with a big, clear umbrella that many can fit under, and walked her home."
The boy blinked once. Twice. Thrice.
"…What a rip-off of Cinderella."
"HEY!" Quistis stood up in fury.
"Calm down, taking a joke every once in a while is good, you know?"
She sighed, agreeing with him.
The remainder of the afternoon flew by. More and more people were leaving the coffee shop. Quistis gasped involuntarily as she looked at the time on her cell phone.
"HOLY CRAP! It's over 7:00 P.M.! I have to go home now." She opened her bag and swept her cell phone in, while taking out a coat and putting it on her. Quistis hadn't become aware of the big scrape across her leg, and tried hard to ignore the sting of it. As she ran towards the exit, she heard a quick "hey" and turned around.
"My name is Ryuuzaki."
"Quistis," she said in a hurry. "Bye!"
Catching her breath, she crept in to her house, two-story building, very nice for a middle-class family. The door let out a long squeak while she closed it.
"Where have you been?" a female voice, full of authority, demanded her answer.
"Oh, nowhere special mom, just studying with a couple of friends." Mrs. Levington nodded, happy her child was so into her studies. This was a lie that Quistis always used, and her mother always believed.
Quistis flung herself onto her bed, pondering. 'What the hell happened today? I can't believe I talked to a guy' she pinched herself on the cheek, twice.
"I think I made a friend" She said to herself, trying not to smile.
"I think I made a male friend." by now, she couldn't stop her smile and let out a huge grin.
"I made a friend! I made a male friend!" She stood on top of her bed, jumping and ignoring the pain on her leg. She recited those two lines louder and louder everytime.
"BE QUIET, QUISTIS! I'M TALKING ON THE PHONE!" she heard her mother say downstairs.
"IN YOUR DREAMS, WOMAN!" Quistis stated, being reckless.
That got her into some serious trouble.
