Hi, I'm back ~ Did any of you guys guessed who or what was behind the boxes? You probably did. I mean, red eyes? Shadow? I'm terrible at making a mysterious aura. Anyway I'm still not going to tell you about the pairing. Shh ~

Ying: You are mean!

Yaya: And you didn't even watch all of the Boboiboy series!

Me: And that is why Yaya and Ying are a bit OOC. Just to answer all of your questions.

Quake: I think you forgot something...

Me: Oh yeah! And Quake's real name is actually Quake.

Boboiboy(s): Lazy author...

Me: Enjoy ~

Chapter 3: Who Is That Boy In The Shadows?

There was a Chinese boy, with spiky black hair and flawless pale skin. He was tall with a lean but muscular frame. He wore purple glasses with red lenses and purple fingerless gloves with a purple jacket tied around his waist. He was lying on the ground with a box behind his head as a pillow and his hands behind his head. A purple iPod laid beside him connected to the earphones in his ears.

Kim silently let out a sigh of relief. At least it was human. She quietly crept to the door to not wake the boy up but accidentally dropped a mop that knocked down a metal bucket that knocked down the broom that hit a shelf that snapped and dropped a bottle of klorin that made Kim let out a squeak in surprise. So the whole process was *ping* *swoosh* *knock* *snap* *bang* *squeak*.

And of course the boy heard all of that. Well, not all of it, just the part after *ping*. While Kim had her back facing him, prying that he didn't hear it with the little hope left, he slowly and quietly got up and walked towards her. Kim's hand was inches from the handle, her wrist was grabbed and thrown against the door. Her wrist was pinned against the door behind her by a boy with intimidating black eyes that glared daggers at her.

"...Who are you?" The boy growled at her.

"Um, hi, I'm a new student from New York City, Kimberly Marie, but you can call me Kim." Kim said calmly even though she's panicking inside. "I'm Yaya's cousin, if you know her."

The boy frowned at her calmness. "That's pretty impressive, how you stay calm even if the most popular guy in school is this close to you."

Kim raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Cause Yaya didn't say anything about you."

The boy let out a 'hmp'. "Of course that goody two shoes didn't. She's always so proper and a teacher's pet. Of course she doesn't do gossip and fangirling." He rolled his eyes.

Kim guessed Yaya acted differently in front of others so she kept her mouth shut and tried to sneak away. But she forgot one teeny tiny detail... he still had her wrist pinned to the wall.

Kim bit her lip. "So... who are you?"

"Fang." With that, he let go of her wrist. "Sorry." His apologize was barely audible.

Kim's wrist had a red mark on where he grabbed. It still kind of stings. "It's fine." Kim said with a smile like she's talking to a five year old who just broke a plate.

Fang stuck his hands deep into his pocket and walked back behind the boxes. He laid back down and put his earphones back on. 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction was blasting through them. He was about to go back to sleep when he sensed someone watching him. He opened one eye to find Kim peeking over the boxes with a kind and warm gaze that triggered a memory.

Flashback

Fang was lying in bed, on the softest pillow with the warmest blanket over his five year old body. A pair of gentle hands tucked him in and pet his head. Fang looked up with his big eyes filled with wonder to find a pair of similar eyes looking down at him with love.

Those big eyes had his reflection in them. They were kind and warm, just looking at them made Fang sleepy. She pressed a kiss onto his forehead and sat back, still looking at him with that kind gaze. Fang's eyelids felt heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

Fang shook his head to get that memory out of his head. "Hey." Fang looked up to see Kim, still there and looking at him with that gaze that makes him so irritated. "Do you mind if I eat here?" That soft voice soothed Fang's idea to kick her out of his quiet paradise.

"Sure, knock yourself out." With that, he closed his eyes. Kim sat down on the other side of the boxes and took out her half eaten sandwich.

They just sat there, with a pile of boxes between them.

"Good evening Aunt Yah." Kim greeted as she got home.

"Welcome back Kimberly, you seemed to be in a good mood." Mrs. Yah said with a smile.

"Yeah." Kim entered her room to find Yaya on her bed with a book.

"What took you so long?" Yaya asked. "I thought you got kidnapped!"

"I... took the wrong train." Kim said sheepishly. Actually, she was thinking about the boy Fang she just met today and missed her stop. But she wasn't about to let Yaya tease her about it.

"Yeesh, be careful next time." Yaya said, jumping off her bed to let her put her bag down. "I heard Gopal said that you went to the abandoned storeroom by the field."

"Yeah, what about it?" Kim asked. "Is this about the ghost?"

"That is real!" Yaya shouted. "I heard weird noises coming from it the last time I was there."

"Squeaky shelf." Kim answered.

"It had red eyes."

"Broken window."

"I hate science." Yaya complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

Kim very well knows that the weird noise was Fang's mp3 and soft breathing mixed with the squeaky shelf and the red was from the sunlight reflecting on his glasses. But she respected his privacy and kept her mouth shut.

During dinner, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Totoitoy shouted and waddled to the front door. As he opened the door, a tall boy with a dark aura glared down at him. "Scary..."

Yaya quickly picked him up and examined the boy before her. "What are you doing here, Fang?" Yaya spat out in disgust.

"Who says I'm here to see you?" Fang spat. "I'm wondering since Kimberly is your cousin, you would know where she lives."

Yaya raised an eyebrow. "How do you know Kim? Furthermore, why are you looking for her?"

"Is someone at the door, Yaya?" Kim poke her head out to check out what was taking her so long. "Oh, hi Fang." Kim waved to him.

"Thank god." Fang tossed something to Kim. "You dropped this." It was her handkerchief.

"I thought you lived in that creepy old house that's fifteen minutes walking distance from here." Yaya said.

Fang just shrugged, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away, leaving a fuming Yaya and blushing Kim behind him.

That night, as Kim drifted off to sleep, she can't help but wonder, who exactly is Fang, that boy in the shadows?

So how was that? I know it's a little short but, yay, Fang!

Fang: Hn...

Yaya: Hm...

Ying: Are those two done with the silent treatment?

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