It was weird, Mikan decided. This boy, Natsume, she later found out his name from the group of giggling girls fawning over his, "black hair that fell perfectly on his gorgeous, ruby eyes", was not acting the way she thought he would. Other boys' fell threw themselves at her feet, blinded by elementary school lust, and though she expected him not to act like that, Mikan couldn't find a hint of lust anywhere in his eyes. It made her feel both intrigued and slightly offended.
Though, Mikan felt she should be thankful for him, being her new found interest, as this school was just as boring as she pictured it. Mikan was not at all an inside person. She craved the outside world, the rush of adrenaline as she ran from her pursuer, the sound of a knife being unsheathed, and the sound of raining bullets. It was the world she grew to love, and being all-to-suddenly taken away from it, took her off a beat.
The sudden flash of red in her peripheral vision almost made her jump out of her seat. I mean, was she so wistful for the outside world she was daydreaming of blood? But no, she wasn't, instead of blood, a sight she craved more than she would like to admit, it was the bright eyes of Natsume, hate radiating off eyes that were not at all ruby red, as those giggling girls had informed her, they were much darker than the color of rubies and were much duller. No, Natsume's eyes were the color of blood. Ironic, since that was probably a color he saw most often.
"Hello" The sudden greeting surprised her, from what she observed Natsume was not a social person, only talking to a handful of people.
"Hello" She replied, blinking all to innocently from behind her eyelashes.
"My name is Natsume" Mikan blinked. Twice she blinked. Then she smirked.
The killer is walking on eggshells.
"My name is Mikan" Her smirk firmly planted onto her face, making her angel-like face seem just a little bit darker.
"I know"