Dear Hikari,
Yes, I'm allergic to cute kitty-cats. You're a cat person, aren't you? You seem like one. Takeru seems to strike me as a dog person, but I'm not really sure.
Hah, with your papers smelling like a potpourri all the time—is it rose scented this time or something? I'm honestly surprised I haven't been sent to the ER yet. I'm sending a pack of unscented stationery. Use that to write to me. I'm very… sensitive. *Cough.*
Takeru's been meeting some dead ends. He used to be so productive… ah well, he still was, I suppose. It's just that we haven't had much breakthrough and we've almost used all our leads up. He's interviewed all eleven girls in our class, and it seems that only two more girls have joined the ranks of 'objects of my affection'.
So, one of them falls asleep in class all the time, so she didn't really pay attention to the rumor told to her when she was half-asleep… until Takeru asked. Since I'm supposed to be unobtrusive after barging everywhere or whatever. Bleh. FURTHERMORE, the other girl calls in sick half the time, I'm surprised she ever heard the rumor that I liked her. And I heard none of it. I mean really, what are the chances? It should be impossible!
*Shrugs* Maa, I'm like a new toy; I lose my novelty very quickly. Or so it seems. Five different girls in my class—what are the chances that only one would make a fuss out of it? Haruka has been not talking to me recently, but at least she acknowledges my presence now. That's good, right? Right?
The other girls spread the rumors around, but they heard nothing concerning them.
Making sense makes me feel better. Thanks. Ohhh, speaking of making sense, Takeru was funny this morning and he wasn't making sense at all. He walked into class, slumped into his seat, and said, "Why is it that I can never find coffee in this place?"
For serious, he truly did.
Signed, Ryuu
Dear Hikari,
Taichi-san is very silly indeed, but you don't have to rub it in his face behind his back. Um… yes. Whatever sense that made, I leave up to you.
Yamato-nii is silly too. He sent Mom an email with a video attachment, so Mom and I watched together. His introduction was, "I'm a moody person. Look at me switch from joy to misery." Then he showed a fast forward clip of him building a rocket—yes, a rocket. Well, a model. You know those model rockets that fly? He built one—videoing himself all the while, then he fast-forwarded it. It was for school or something. Then he was ridiculously happy because he finished it and then he tried to light it and make it take off. He failed for some reason—then he wasn't so happy.
He smashed the rocket into itty bitty pieces and then the video cut off. I think he cried.
Mom and I laughed.
Today was fun. We read part of this huuuuuuuge anthology that I've always wanted to read. Isn't it great and totally awesome? And it was for SCHOOL too!
Okay, so one of them had a flautist. You know, a person who had a flute? He played a flute. Um, yes, he did. He was cool. Am I being incredibly vague? The reason for that would be that of all the stories in that anthology, that one story I had to read was my least favorite. I felt very crushed by it all. So, like Yamato-nii, I switched from joy to misery very quickly.
I haven't been close to dying lately save the incident we previously discussed. It's a good thing, isn't it? Are you somewhat disappointed by it? Because if you are—OH!
There was another incident of me being close to dying. When I watched Nii-san's video with Mom.
Almost died laughing, I swear honestly.
Aside from that, I suppose I've found a new zest for life, you could say. I've been trying to be productive.
All in all, I have finished asking all the girls in my class. All the guys, too, but I suppose that the girls really are the prime suspects. And the ones in my class, since Ryuu is the involved.
I'd hate to have to interview all the girls in my grade level. Please don't tell me I have to. If I interview at a rate of fifteen people a week, more or less, , if I interviewed girls only… I might finish it all juuust before graduating middle school. That's being optimistic. Highly optimistic.
Oh, I've done all the boys too. But it's probably not one of them, right? So, none of the guys on the basketball team know anything, and the only reason I was asking was because we were bored in the changing room but you probably didn't need to know that. It seems Ryuu barged around tracking the rumor following a female trail. Odd, huh? Oh, and speaking of basketball, our coach was scaaary today. Like REALLY scary.
… He told us to run. Out of the blue. He said, "You have about five seconds to impress me." Then when we asked him how far, he was glaring at us and said, "Three… two…" At two, I gave up and started running. I got to maybe five yards.
You? Hikari? Knitting socks? Please excuse me as I almost die laughing for the second time today. I bet Tailmon would use up aaaaaall your yarn balls before you do. Kidding aside, you know we'll always remember the Digital World and all that happened there. One day, we'll see them again, for sure! I think that we'll be called back to help everyone if they need it. Maybe it's not a good thing to wish for something bad to happen to them, but I guess… I think it's rather inevitable. Don't you think?
Hmm… I guess the easiest place would be the observation deck? We could—by we, I mean a highly private, selected group, could separate from our teachers and call them from the deck.
By highly private and selected, this is probably just me, you, and Ryuu. Sigh. Do you happen to have another partner in crime over there?
No, Hikari, I didn't really know what to say to you. I suppose it may have affected my judgment a little—or a lot, actually, but I also didn't really know what to write to you. You were always so –happy-, you know?
Signed, Takeru
P.S.- You may not. Buy your own paper. I'm really not a cheapskate. I just don't like sharing.
Dear Ryuu,
Uh huh. Takeru is not really a cat person like me. …Try flying hamster. It's a closer choice that dog.
Oh, how considerate of you, Ryuu. Thank you very much, unlike SOME OTHER PEOPLE I could mention. Well, it's just one person, but you get my point? I'll use unscented paper for you from now on, don't worry. Of course, Takeru might shove scented paper in your face. Like last time. You remember, of course.
When is the class trip? This might be discussed faster then. And we'll have aaaaaall the prime suspects as well.
… Oh dear, sometimes Takeru is kind of silly, don't you think? Sometimes.
Signed, Hikari
Dear Takeru,
How very kind of you to insult me and my brother in one breath. Well, not really one breath, but I'm sure that if you read your letter out loud, it would be one breath. I digress.
Yamato misses you. A lot. Contact him more?
Ah, you and your love for literature, Takeru. I think it gets unhealthy sometimes so watch out.
On the interviewing other girls, no worries. It's isolated in your class, Takeru. I believe the reason it extended to other classes was for Haruka-san to hear.
Thank you. You're insulting my crafting ability very well. Granted, I kind of suck at it, but it's still rather cruel of you, I think, Takeru.
I agree with you. The observation deck is probably the best choice, considering… well, everything.
I have no partner in crimes over here, just you. Oh, Daisuke is in my class so he might have to be initiated or we'd have to come up with a way for me to lose him. And my possible buddy—we'll have a buddy system, you know. So, I'd have to get rid of them both.
Oh… what did your coach do after that?
Oh Takeru, you were so bright and happy too—you can't say that I was just too happy. Although, I admit, you might have been traumatized by it all, I guess.
Um, yes, Takeru, always remember you can always come to me to talk about things. I'm always free, truly.
Was this letter short? Yours and Ryuu's are. I'm kind of busy at the moment, so I'm sorry that it's so rushed.
Signed, Hikari
P.S.- Ryuu sent me stationery, you cheapskate. It's pretty, too. Like stained glass windows that throw rainbows when light strikes. That multicolored and pretty.
