Chapter3 Circus
Naito stretched, waiting for her dance class to begin as well as being glared at and checked out. She rolled her eyes as she fell into the splits. Maybe I should've skipped dance and gone for yoga again. Then again, I'm in that as well, so, there's no point in dropping this.
Her phone started buzzing and playing music, alerting her to a text or call. Naito pulled her legs in before getting up and walking to get her phone.
She checked her phone for whatever it was, which was a text from her brother.
Have fun and let the games begin.
~Kyoya
Naito looked at the screen in confusement. Games? Are you losing your mind, brother?
She snapped her phone shut and dropped it back into her bag. She readjusted her clothes as she went to go back to her place, pondering what her brother meant.
Naito sighed and honestly tried to pay attention to the teacher, but was failing at it. For about th fourth time that period, she noticed the Hitachiin twins looking at her, creping her out. It felt as if they were trying to stalk her. She quickly shook her head and tried to pay attention, but she was way too tired. Trying to stay awake, she drove her nails into her leg, which didn't bother her in the least.
"Alright, class, time to pair up," the teacher announced.
Haruhi quickly went over to Naito. "Do you want to be partners?"
Naito nodded, noticing the pouting twins, which made her wonder what was going on.
Naito walked into town the next day, having nothing better to do, and decided to do some shopping. The mall wasn't too big, but Naito still got lost. She smiled to herself as she passed a shop for the third time. I really need a better sense of direction. Naito sat on a bench and pulled out one of the books she had just bought and began to read it.
"Is that all you do when you come to a commoner's mall?" A voice asked.
Naito sighed and lowered her book, looking up at the red-headed trouble makers. "Sometimes. And it's not a commoner's mall, it's just a mall," Naito said coolly.
"Your point?" Kaoru asked.
"That those who call this a commoner's mall, are incompetent fools." Naito stood, grabbing her bags, and walked away from them.
"Hey! Don't call us incompetent!" Hikaru yelled, both him and his brother following her.
Naito rolled her eyes. "What should I call you then?"
"Call us by our names," Kaoru said calmly.
"Dumb and dumber? Alright then!" She increased her speed, wanting to get away from them. They wouldn't let her.
"Why are you so mean to us?" Kaoru whined.
"Because you're annying me!" Naito growled.
"That's not good enough," Hikaru said in a sing-song voice.
Naito took a deep breath and stopped moving. "How can I get you two to leave me alone?"
They looked at each other, then looked back at Naito, grinning like the Chesire cat. "We'll leave you alone if you can guess right."
"Right at what?"
"Our 'Which One is Hikaru' game!"
Naito rolled her eyes. "Rules?"
"We'll just wear hats and you guess which one is Hikaru."
"If I get it right, you leave me alone. And if I don't, you can choose within reason. Deal?"
They nodded. "Now, close your eyes."
Naito did as instructed and heard some shuffling from the boys.
"Okay, open," they spoke in unison.
Naito looked at each of them in turn, they had identical poker faces. Naito smiled and pointed to the right. "Hikaru."
"You got it wrong," they chorused.
"Then why continue in unison and not take off the hats? Besides, I'm right. Kaoru, you act much more distinguished than your older brother." She turn. "Now, you have to leave me be." She walked away, smiling slightly.
"Kyoya!" Naito yelled as soon as she got back home. "Where are you!"
"He's sleeping, miss," a maid informed her.
Naito nodded and went to Kyoya's room, throwing open the door. "Kyoya!" Her voice was dangerous.
Kyoya opened his eyes and glared at her out of the corner of his eyes. "What do you want?"
"What the fuck did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why do the freakin' twins want to hang out with me? I know you did something!"
"I didn't do anything." He glared at Naito full force, probably hoping to scare her but failing.
"You don't scare me, Kyoya," she said, her voice dangerous.
"Can't you leave me be? I didn't get to bed until six am."
Naito rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Fine. But this isn't over." She turn, slamming his door. The jerk. She went to her room and sat down on her bed, sighing. I miss mum. She was the best in situations like this. I wish she were here so I could talk to her... There was a knock on her door and Naito got up and opened her door to see who it was. Fuyumi, her older half-sister was standing there.
"Can I help you, dear?" Naito asked with a little too much sweetness.
Fuyumi smiled despite Naito's rudeness. "I just wanted to see how you were settling in."
"It's been a few weeks, dearest Fuyumi. Why did you not check on me earlier?" She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and close the door in her face.
Fuyumi smiled sweetly. "I didn't have the time."
Naito slightly raised her brows and nodded in faux understanding. She didn't really care. "Right."
"Why does it smell like paint?" Fuyumi tried to look into Naito's room.
"I don't know. Maybe your nose is screwed up." Naito immediatly closed the door in Fuyumi's face. A smirk lit up her face as she looked around her room. The white walls were now colorful. One wall looked like a Jackson Pollock, another was a repliction of the Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh with her own twist on it, another had a nature scene that she herself had painted, and the last wall she painted quotes on.
Her smirk grew into a grin at her work that took her weeks, a lot of paint, and a lot of sneaking to finish. Naito took a deep breath. She loved the smell of paint, it comforted her. She walked over and touched her own version of a Jackson Pollock.
"My god, Chou. It's beautiful," Chou's mother said, admiring Chou's newest painting. "You really could be an artist!"
Chou smiled, proud of her painting. "Really?"
Her mother nodded.
Naito sighed. She could still hear her mothers voice as if she was there with her.
Ever since Naito's mother had died years ago, she never shared her paintings with anyone. Her paintings were her greatest achievements and secrets. My life just seems to be a circus.
