TheWorldThroughALens - 4

Marcy's Pov.

"Kyoya", I called out, a potato in my hand, "We already made our appointment, what are you talking about?"

"I've repeated this phrase more than once, the twins seem to be lacking commitment today. They've run off with who knows who. Refunds are not available at this moment. Please select a new host or leave the vicinity", he responded, looking down at his black clipboard.

"C'mon man. Serious?" When he didn't respond I took it as my cue to leave. Sighing, "Got it, dipshit." Turning around, I grabbed Otani by the hand and walked out of the club.

"Where will we go then?", she asked, a bit afraid of my answer.

"I dunno. I'm gonna go take some pictures, wanna come with me?" , a care free tone in my voice, though I was actually hoping that she would say yes.

"I suppose. Pictures of what?"

"Who knows? Pictures of everyday life", I said, already walking down the stairs and to the front of the school, "There's something simply beautiful about it, you know?"She didn't respond. She never responded to questions like that. It wasn't her thing.

We sat in the limo, beginning to go back to my mansion, where we'd change.

"Marcy, are you sure we don't need any bodyguards?", she said, after she slipped on some of my extra "Otani Karin size" clothes.

"We'll be fine", I said, focusing the lens on my Canon.

After I was done, I looked up and saw us in the mirror.

We looked like normal teens. It felt nice to look nothing like a noble. It felt peaceful.

Subconsciously, I took a photo of us. Karin's hair was in a ponytail, high on her head, her side swept bangs cut short enough to reach just above her eyebrow.

Her white shirt curled at the bottom, where it reached her mid thigh. Her long slim legs were adorned by green jeans and black boots that were laced all the way up to right below her knee. The belt she wore hugged her waist and made the shirt seem to curl more. She wore a black watch that didn't look fancy in the slightest. The sleeves reached her elbows and the buttons at the top were left undone.

I looked nothing like her. My black hair looked messier than usual and curled in all the wrong places. My 'OBEY' SnapBack didn't help hide the bedhead in the slightest. My black "My Chemical Romance" band tee-shirt looked a bit too baggy on me and the burgundy sweater wasn't helping any. The shorts I wore went just above my knees, not going well with my "vertically challenged" height and the high tops and ankle striped socks weren't going together at all.

Then again, when do I ever look good?

Looking at the picture, I couldn't help but think we looked like complete opposites.

Sneaking out of the house, we made our way to a nearby cafe.

Beautiful. I always loved the scent of freshly grown wheat and flour. The carrots used in the-all-natural carrot cake were just right too.
Pops used to love showing me how it all worked. Truly splendid.

"Papa, whad you doin?"

"Sweetie, you know you shouldn't be out here. Look at your dress. It'll get all muddy and your Mommy would get mad at me again."

"But Papa. I wan do pway wid that weid gwass tingy. Evewy time you puw on one, an owang tingy come up."

"Carrots kiddo."

"Yeah, ca-cawets."

"Honey, maybe one day I'll teach you how all these plants work. Your mommy just wants you to focus on learning your manners right now. We want you to live happily and betrothed."

"Sos, ifs Is a gwod girl... I cans hewp you?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Before you know it, the Cookie Monster's gonna take hold of you before you get to help me."

"HUH?! DE CWOKY MOMSDER?!"

"Mmh. Cookies."

"Neber! Is eat podadoes fow de resd oa my libe."

"Yes, sweetie. Potatoes for the rest of your life."

Click.

"Hello. Kobayashi? Are you listening?"

"Yeah, of course." Looking at the photo I just took, I thought the way the sun appeared on the corner of the carrot cake photo looked beautiful.

"The couple sitting two seats away from us are getting awfully terrified by the way you're staring."

"Staring? I don't stare. I observe."

Click.

Looking at the screen with my displayed photo, I thought the way the lighting went perfect with Hikaru's hair, was everything.

His charming smile, beautifully white and sharp. His eyes had a gleam I had only ever seen when he talked about her. And his blue uniform couldn't be more... stunning on a man.

The whole wheat bread he was eating with his cup of milk looked so right. The only issue with it was the blond sitting across from him with her silky curly long hair.

Her violet eyes.
Such a pretty color.
Such a rare color.
Perfect for a picture.
Her eyes with that sparkle so... bright.
Like an animal looking at its prey.

The photo almost looked too perfect with her in it.

And perfect just wasn't supposed to exist.

A/N

Sorry for the delay. Thats chapter three. umm. Bold and italic means flashback. Whatcha think so far? I like feedback so don't be scared to speak your mind.

~ Awkward