Hello,

So it appears that this story will become a once a month sort of thing, unless I decide to do those extra comedy chapters that I was talking about. I really do hope to make this story last longer than my previous story as I want to test my abilities. Any feedback you could give me would be wonderful and I would love it if you could correct me when I make a mistake. I would also like to say that even though this story is not 'popular' I hope most of you would join me on this adventure. Thank you.

~Yuuma Chii

"Hello." I turn my upper body to face the clicking sound that is approaching me from behind to be met with the exact person I expect it to be, Mitsuru Kirijo. She is dressed in a black dress with a white bow accenting the collar on the right side and a white belt, it becomes apparent that this woman can pull off literally anything, she looks stunning. I feel a bit...underdressed; she outshines everyone with her beauty, and I can't help but stare.

"Good afternoon, it's nice to see you again" Mitsuru replies, she stands elegantly and her body shakes a bit as she giggles quietly. I suddenly remember how to blink and immediately look down at my feet before reassuming my confident aura, or at least attempting to. I remove myself from the table bench and stand to face her, and as I reach my full height I can't help but notice a slight height difference. Not to say that I haven't noticed it before, it just suddenly became clear to me.

I extend my hand out to meet hers in a friendly handshake, and as it ends, I mindlessly keep hold of her hand, being still. Her hands are so soft and delicate; I couldn't possibly fathom how someone with such grace was involved with the police, much less law enforcement of any kind. It took me several seconds to realize that I was still holding her hand, I quickly retreated my hand. Geez, I can't seem to keep focused for more than one minute without being absorbed into her beauty.

She smiles warmly at me, and then reaches into her pocket, removing the wallet I had forgotten. Oh, right, that is what we were meeting up for...I feel a bit crestfallen acknowledging that this meeting will not last much longer, I feel the need to keep her nearby, I must think of something...Any excuse will do, should I ask to go out for coffee? However, she might already have plans.

"Here, I'm glad I was able to return it" Her voice pulls me out of thought and her arm is extended, hand holding out my wallet. I look down at it, and gently remove it from her delicate fingertips.

I wonder if she looked at my ID...if she did then she knows that I am a female, I wonder if she thinks I'm weird, or if she is disappointed?

My heart begins to race, what if she thinks I'm some sort of creep? I begin to question why her approval means so much to me, but that doesn't quell my worry. I still want to her to think highly of me in some part of her mind, to enjoy my company just as much as I enjoy hers... but, that seems nearly impossible.

I stare at my feet in both embarrassment and discouragement; I shouldn't hope for such romantic things, she is a completely different world than I am. She is on a much higher level than I am, and I will never be loved by someone of her status. I cannot believe that I would set myself up for heartache, even after all I have experienced.

"T-thank you, very much." I say trying to lift my head and repress the lump I feel growing in my throat. I shouldn't put her on the spot by becoming randomly emotional, I want to leave, but I also want to stay. I feel like a magnet, attracted to her, hard to part from her...

"No, the pleasure is mine." She replies, eyes staring right into mine, I feel like there are butterflies flying about my stomach, brushing against it. I resist the urge to wrap my arms around her, to hold onto her being, and feel myself melt. She is just so charismatic, and giving, I can see no fault in her...none.

As I begin to gaze back down towards my feet, she speaks in a friendly tone "Would you like to enjoy some Coffee with me?" She smiles at me again. The question hits me like a missile, I feel taken aback. Could she perhaps want to spend time with me? Well, yes of course, she literally asked to spend time, but I question more the reasons behind wanting to visit, and though I doubt it was asked with the same intimacy I feel towards her, there is definitely sincerity in it.

"Yes! I mean, yes that would be wonderful..." I can't help but notice how excited I sounded, how naive. I look her in the eyes, and stand confidently, trying to make up for my fault. She laughs gently, and holds out her hand.

"Shall we be on our way then?" She pivots her body to face towards the coffee shop across the food court. In that instant I take hold of her hand and gently accompany her. Her hand is warm and soft, and I can't help but squeeze it gently, I also take note of how lovely she walks, almost as if she is levitating above the ground. Her hair flows elegantly in the wind, and sways caused by the movement of her body. Do I have a chance of perhaps having Mitsuru as more than an acquaintance, or possibly more than a friend? I try to warn myself of the trouble caused by those thoughts, but I can't help but imagine holding her, maybe even kissing her, and in that moment, my face turns a deep red.

I feel her hand tighten around mine very lightly, and my heart races. I begin to experience shortness of breath, and begin to feel a little dizzy. Hopefully it's not that noticeable...

When we finally approach the cafe I begin to feel better...more, awake. The smell of sweet syrups and caffeinated drinks enter my sinuses, and begins to wake my consciousness. We approach the counter, hand in hand, and I begin to feel the stares of others on the back of my neck, it almost burns. "What would you like?" Mitsuru asks me, turning her face to mine...it's so close. I get lost in her eyes before I finally process the question, "Oh, right..." I announce my order to the barista, and she writes it down on the sleeve of which will later be worn on the cup.

I begin to reach for my wallet, but Mitsuru beats me to the punch... so to speak. She hands the money to the barista and we find a seat near the counter and wait for our drinks. I listen to the hissing sound of the machinery as it prepares the coffee for a few minutes before I hand Mitsuru the some money in order to repay her. "Here is my half." I hold the money out to her and smile; I would hate to make her pay for all that.

"No, it's quite alright, it's my pleasure." She smiles back at me, sitting up straight. "Oh, but I would feel terrible wasting your money like that..." I try to convince her to take it, but she refuses yet again, and this cycle repeat once more before she finally accepts. I feel I little more dignified at least, so I show her my gratitude with a smile.

After our drinks are completed I lift myself to retrieve them in an attempt to be courteous and then maneuver myself back to our seat, making sure to hand her order to her. I then sit down and begin making small talk, which I can't say I'm the best at, but it's the best I can muster. "So, do you have any other plans today?" I say awkwardly, of course she has other things to do, I'm such a ditz.

"Not that I can think of at present moment, today is more of a day out for me, yourself?" She smiles gracefully at me, making my cheeks grow hot, she gaze is so captivating, it takes me awhile to think of an answer. "Oh, no, not today anyways, I was just going to relax..." I reply, keeping watch of my tone and volume. I reach for my cup and begin to take a sip, but I am abruptly stopped by the heat of the liquid pouring into my lap. "Ouch!" I set the cup down and notice that the lip has not been properly attached...darn it. "Sorry, I'll be back in a moment." I say to her, removing my sopping lower half from the chair and walking to the washroom.

Once I'm inside the washroom I begin to grab some paper towels and attempt to remove the coffee stain, I dampen I few to remove the left over stains. I look in the mirror, and to my surprise, it worked pretty well, it's barely noticeable. I walk out of the washroom, after making sure that my clothes are dry and return to my original seat. "Sorry about that, sometimes I can be a bit clumsy." I then begin to secure the lid to my drink and then take a sip.

"Oh no, are you sure you're alright?" Mitsuru looks concerned, and reaches for my hand, and then holds it. "Yes, yes I'm fine, thank you." I smile at her, to reassure her. She nods her head and then lightly pats my hand and sets it down.

The rest of the chat is a little awkward, but I manage to pull through with little embarrassment, and we end up talking until 3:00pm.

Then her phone rings and she answers the call which is a series of 'yes's and then she hangs up. "I'm very sorry, but I will have to leave here, are you alright to make it home by yourself?" she asks me, standing up and putting her cell-phone away. "Oh, yes, of course...it was, um, quite wonderful getting a chance to speak with you." I reply, removing myself from the chair and accompanying her to the door, where we make our goodbyes. "If you would like I could call you and schedule another time to meet up?" She asks and begins walking towards the exit with me. "Yes, that sounds great." I don't even have to think of the answer, I would do anything to spend time with her. "Great, I will call you when I can." She smiles and bows and then walks to the car that is waiting, her red hair flowing.

After her car leaves I begin to head towards the scooter of which I had parked out front. To my relief it's still there, it seems that my bad luck had not returned entirely.

Once I return home after an uneventful ride, and am greeted my grandfather, who is quite worried. "Where were, you? I thought you were going to call?" His voice is filled with anxiety. Oh shoot, I completely forgot...

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot." I apologize and bow, somehow I have managed to mess things up...

He sighs and rubs the back of his head..."Well, I'll let you off the hook; just remember not to let it happen again." My grandpa turns and walks back to the living room. He has always been so kind, even if he tries to seem strict, he always finds a way to be nice. "Yes, I promise." I remove my shoes and then head to my bedroom; I begin to open my wallet to check if she did look through it...I'm very curious. Then, I notice that although things have been moved about slightly there is a new slip of paper that reads 'I'm sorry, but I just can't accept it. –Kirijo' and the money I gave her earlier behind it...

I stand there staring at it for a few seconds before I realized that I had been duped. I must have left my wallet on the table or chair beside my cup when I left to go to the washroom, darn it! I can't fathom how I had been tricked so easily, and it makes me a little upset.

I walk up the rest of the stairs and fall into my bed once I enter my room... I think about Mitsuru for awhile without really any reason other than she captivates like no other human, and before I know about I have fallen asleep.

Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter, I am really sorry about how long it takes me to release these. If you have any questions, or have anything to say about my story please private message me or leave a comment. I would like to thank everyone for reading it and I would also like to express my appreciation to the following people for favorite-ing, following, and commenting on my story.

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