Meet Kimi Taiyuta
The game has finally begun.
The tournament had a really tiring schedule. Five sets, and if you win, you continue on. And even though the maximum you can play in one day is three games, that's still really exhausting.
Coach saved me for later.
For the first game, Suzie went up there, serving position, and acted as libero. She did really well, all her bumps nice and even and all her tosses clean. She could totally cut it as setter.
We won our first opponent, Akido Gakuen, pretty easily, and move on.
"Kumosumi, you're up!" Coach gave me a thumbs up and pushed me up. I don't get why she calls me Kumosumi. Even the name emblazoned on my uniform is Briarwood, but all the staff at Shohei insist on calling me Kumosumi.
As I made my way out on to the court, I saw her.
Kimi Taiyuta
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She was tall, five feet ten, with pale skin, the type that burns and freckles instead of tans. She had long, almost waist-length blond hair streaked with purple, and these storm-gray eyes with weird yellow pupils that stuck with you. And this way of raising her head, almost arrogantly, but not quite.
She scared me.
Suzie, attending to her pre-game ritual, smiled at every person on their team and greeted them with, "Good luck."
Taiyuta smirked. "Don't need it."
Who the hell did she think she was?
Kimi's POV
Pre-game.
I was pretty excited. Shohei is one of the best in the league, despite it being full of nerds. Not that I should complain, being a former Shohei.
But for the first time, I was playing against my team captain, Suzie Yamicho.
I could assess all of Shohei's players well—after all, we're old teammates.
Except for this one girl.
Short, five feet five or so, with red hair, dark eyes, and a grim expression, continuously shyly ducking her head. Observing me.
Must be a newcomer.
She served first. Our captain bumped it to me and I sent it down. Suzie dives for the ball and managed to hit it up before the new girl turned and set backwards to their attacker in the front. By then, I could see her name—Briarwood, number 4. Yup, a newbie for sure. But a good player.
At one point, she jumped and spiked—hit me in the knee with such force that I buckled over on one leg. Coach called me out. I glared at her silently for the rest of the game. Our team had been holding up well, 7 to 9, when I was in, but with me out, we lost. Shohei's victory, 25 to 14.
Cool kid. "Don't you think, Sidoh?"
My shinigami—or at least one of my shinigami buddies, Sidoh, nodded. He's kind of stupid, but one of those creatures who would make a good sidekick. He is a good sidekick. "Pretty girl." He hissed. "She has the eyes."
What?
"A shinigami?"
"Not one in sight." Sidoh shrugged. "There are several humans known to be born with it, you know."
"Oh? Like?"
"Beyond Birthday." The name echoed. Beyond Birthday, the genius murderer who proposed a case to challenge L several years ago.
"But this girl has a reason for the sight." Sidoh smiled—or at least tilted the corners of his mouth up. "Her granddaddy was a shinigami."
"How can you tell?"
"Eyes. Nobody has flat-black eyes. Hers are like an owl's. Flat black with depths you cannot see into."
I hate it when Sidoh tries to sound cryptic. It just doesn't work with him.
"Hey, don't you have to go now, Sidoh?"
"Yeah. But I promised Misa and Rem I would make sure you don't go spreading trouble."
I chuckle. "Worry about that some more, will you?"
I didn't start seeing shinigami until maybe three months ago. See, I'm a part-time model, and my partner is usually my best friend Misa Amane.
The other day, after a modeling gig, she left her bag so I picked it up for her from her locker. Just as I did, a black notebook I couldn't recognize at the time—a Death Note, I now know—fell out. Obviously, I had to touch it to pick it up. And since then, I've been able to see Rem, who in turn, let me see his friend, Sidoh, who's supposed to keep an eye on me.
Of course, I've been keeping this a secret from everyone except for Misa. And this guy I've been seeing. Ah, right on cut. My date, Light Yagami, showed up outside just as I exited the building.
He smiled as he caught sight of me. "Kimi."
"Light."
My cell rang.
"Hello?"
"Kimi-chan, you are coming home for dinner today, ne?"
"Yes, sofu, I am. I'll be back by seven."
"Hai, be good now, Kimi."
"I will. Ja ne."
I closed my cell. My grandfather, Quillish Wammy. He ran an orphanage in England, but he was back for the holidays.
"Done?" Light chuckles. He's really gorgeous as hell.
We intertwine arms and walk off.
Dun dun duuun... The daughter of Quillish Wammy/ Watari dating LIGHT YAGAMI? The horror =D
