Chapter 3
Sorry for the late update! You guys have no idea how many time I've stared at my computer screen, looking at the same word document filled with the same words, unsure of what to type next. Seriously, I even resorted to eating chocolate to fuel my creative insanity. Anyways, here it is!
Disclaimer: Why am I putting this, I don't know. I own nothing besides my OC and all that jazz.
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"Can you please stop glaring at me like that? I mean, I know that you're always trying to look tough and all but this is just too…" I fake-swooned, a ghastly expression painting my face as a show. "…just too cold!" I suppressed a grin. Hah, like my one-sided friend could ever be warm.
He always reminded me of a snowman—actually, scratch that, that's a horribly underwhelming comparison for the ever-present neighborhood carnivore, as he likes to call himself. Even the legendary, non-existent yeti is a better representative than a snowman that is built by children and practically melts a day later. No, he was most definitely not built by those innocent kiddies and he most definitely did not melt, ever. He was stone cold, unbreakable, untouchable; an icy enigma that exudes a prickly 'don't look and don't you dare touch' aura.
Of course, that could never stop me.
Kyoya continued to stare down at me like I was one of those dreadfully vile rule-breakers, his lips drawn back in disdain and his eyes sharp in anger. "You are an idiot." Oh my dearest mother, he used his mouth to talk instead of his metal baseball bat thingies!
Even after all these years, we're still making progress. Slowly and painfully so, but still progress.
"I'm not an idiot. I'm a normal."
"Normal is not a noun." He stated bluntly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Hey, I would be taught otherwise in class right now if it wasn't for your goons over there." I stole a glance behind him. I almost want to feel sorry for the creepy twirl-hair duo with their bottoms up in the air in defeat. Large purpling bruises decorated their bodies like polka-dots. Huh.
What was that modern-day saying I heard on my way to school? Oh, right. Those two totally got 'rekt'.
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Ugh, that did not sound right. The teenage language is too complicated for me. Mom was right; I really shouldn't try to fit in with them. And Kyoya was right; my vocabulary sucks.
"You need to teach them better, Kyoya." I held back a snicker. "Looks like it won't be just normal students you'll have to keep an eye on." It really was ironic. I mean, it was his own disciplinary committee that he had to discipline himself. There were so many things wrong with that, and Kyoya's own scowl just fueled my amusement.
Ah, teasing my dear childhood terrorist never gets old; I missed the feeling of playing on the edge of death. It was one of the things I missed in Naminori. All except the whole part where he would swat at me after making fun of him, thus leading to a spiral of unfortunate events as I tipped over that edge and descended into trying to dodge his lightning-fast fists of pain. And that was not easy, he has the reflexes of a ninja and the strength of a bear on steroids.
Yeah, I could do without all that fun jazz.
But it was still fun to piss him off, even if it was suicidal.
Well, it wasn't like he would actually several damage my body to the point of no return, right?
"They will be dealt with properly." He clicked his tongue, annoyance creasing his normally handsome face. "It was partly your own fault for being late to class." I peered up at him through my glasses, a small grin spread across my face. Oh, I know where this is going. A tingly feeling flitted through my spine, and a wave of nostalgia hit me. There it was. That glint—that special, bright glint that would only shine in his eyes.
It sometimes reminded me of Mom's eyes, except her's were less pointy and dark.
His lips tilted upwards, his eyes narrowing down on me with a flicker of amusement. "Oh? Is being late for class something to be proud of? Shall I deal with your tardiness as well?" That was just like him, making it seem like the target had a choice because that was most definitely not a question; it was more like a promise—a very dreadful, pain-filled promise.
"Aw, you know I'm not like that." I waved my hand for effect. "Besides, is this any way to welcome your childhood friend back?" I pouted, putting my hands to my hips. My pouty act was a complete bluff, obviously. Although, any passerby probably would've fallen for it; I'm a pretty damn good actor.
Seriously though, I never did expect Kyoya to welcome me back with open arms as imaginary flowers bloomed and his face smil— oh my dear mother pffftttt, like that could ever happen.
I've only seen him truly smile once.
A chuckle escaped my lips soon followed by full-blown laughter. This probably looks weird, and he'll probably misunderstand why I'm laughing.
The disciplinary committee head (probably beat his way up the ladder) rose a fine brow at my odd behavior before sighing. I couldn't help the feel of pride and nostalgia at his huff. Only I could make him sigh like that, and it tugged a grin on my lips. Albeit, it was a strange thing to be proud of, but this was Kyoya and any kind of non-violent reaction I could get was always interesting.
"You should thank your beautiful childhood with me, I make your life so much more interesting. And vice-versa, of course." My eyes twinkled, staring up over my lens at the towering prefect.
It was true, really. If it wasn't for him, my childhood would have been much duller, blander—it would have been filled with black and white instead of a gray dotted with purple, pinks, and blues. It was because of him that I didn't grow up like the rest of my family; no, I was much more different. Parts of me took after him, he was the star shining in my eyes as a child, the role-model that indirectly painted over my glasses.
Of course, one of the few traits we shared was our love, and tendency, to play with fire.
"My life would consist of much less frustration if you weren't introduced." He frowned in response, his steely eyes staring straight back.
"But then each day would be much too boring if I hadn't met you, Kyoya." 'I'm glad I met you,' I giggled playfully, beginning to walk down the halls towards whoever knows where. As long as I was with Kyoya it will surely be interesting. After all, his view on the world and people was different than everyone else.
I had never seen him shy away from danger, no, he always challenged them to be more dangerous. I had never seen him lie, no, he always spoke his mind and the truth. I had never seen him giggle, no, he saw that as childish and unnecessary (he only ever smirked after all). I had never seen him play like a child, no, he played with wooden swords and bats, swinging them around with the force to break. I had never seen him whine, no, he just finished what needed to be done and did his load, along with more.
I had never seen him cry, no, he had closed up that part of him and only stared ahead with determination.
Kyoya passed me, walking ahead and most likely guiding me to my class. He seemed to pause at my words, before clicking his tongue and putting on that whole haughty demeanor that was just so him. It was the kind of look that just screamed out arrogance—arrogance that was backed by power. "Your abnormalities are infuriating."
"How many times do I have to say that I'm a nor—"
"Normal is not a noun."
"And yet I'm here." I exaggerated a bow, as if formally introducing myself. "At your service, of course."
He scrutinized me, sizing me up and down until he was finally satisfied at his inspection. "…Herbivore." He once again labeled me, and I smiled at the old nickname, welcoming the odd insult with open arms. Besides, a label could never describe the contents.
"The one and only." I winked, faking the cute act.
He stared down on me, again. "No…a stupid rabbit."
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What?
I blinked, caught off guard by the new title. 'Stupid Rabbit'. 'Baka Usagi'. A lepus curpaeums whose behavior showed distinctly to be lacking in survival instincts compared to the norm of its species.
I felt it again. That warm sensation as someone gave you a unique title specific to their calling and view of you. It was more than simple words; it represented their own perspective, different from the rest that simply called you by your name given by your parents. It was a label that they themselves gave you, and thus it held special meaning. Good or bad, it still portrayed a special relationship between you and the other as each time you heard those words, you would instinctively think of that person, remember that person, and you know who is calling you.
"You would be a herbivore"
Or…I'm just looking too much into this. But I still couldn't hold in that tingling sensation when he gave me a new nickname, a new view to be called upon.
"And why am I a rabbit? I don't feel any long ears popping out of my head, and I sure as hell don't hop around."
Kyoya swiftly turned on his heel and slapped the back of my head. "Mind your language, Inori." He then did another about-turn and continue his way down the hall, and I simply tottered after him rubbing my head. "You are simply a stupid rabbit, and I have no reason to explain myself to you."
'Pompous bastard'
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I stared at all the teenagers—students currently staring up at a transfer, a new person that would now be implemented in their everyday life on school grounds. They looked upon me with temporary interest, before looking away and back to their own personal world once realizing I was a normal, Japanese student.
However, I knew that somehow my life would be sparked alight with fun in the future. It was my sixth sense tingling in the back of my mind, warning me to be cautious. But I was not one to take precautions, no, I was someone that ran into open fire and experience the heat fanning across my face, to see what would happen and live a colored life.
There were a few that continued to ogle me, and of course I took notice of each and every one of them. Particularly the one with puffy chestnut hair and wide hazel eyes, eyes that resembled a squirrel about to be hit by a car. He seemed to be sizing me up (fearfully), and I wondered what he was thinking.
Was he wondering if I was a trouble-maker, or perhaps a quiet student that preferred to stay out of social activities.
Perhaps he thought that I would attack or bully him, considering his cold sweat and creased brows.
Or maybe he wondered if I would be someone he could talk to, walk home with, eat lunch with—perhaps I would be his friend, a person that acknowledged his existence with positivity and happiness.
And then I realized who he was, and I felt glee wiggle up and warm my body from head to toe, and all I could think about was the future fun I could have with him.
"Hanabusa Inori." I tilted my lips upwards. "A pleasure to meet you all."
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Now, if you all are wondering why Kyoya didn't beat Inori up or anything, its partly because they are childhood friends, but mostly that I believe that he wouldn't see any benefit in attacking her and wasting any more time anyways.
And as I said before, I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER TO UPDATE. I am a sporadic updater, so please bear with me. Anyways, have a nice day!
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