Wait [Modern AU]
Step #9
"We couldn't beat them!" Yuko whined.
I laugh robotically, "Ha. Ha. Ha. Don't ever mention them again, Yuko." After what happened the other day, if I heard anything even remotely related to them, anger would start bubbling inside me and my limbs would tingle and want to punch something.
"Oh...sorry Arisa." Yuko smiled at me, but it was apologetic.
My expression softens and I ran a hand through my medium length hair, "Nah, Yuko, it isn't your fault. Those bast-"
"Hey, hey! Look what I found!" Yahiko waved his arms frantically, holding something in his hands as he rushes across from the end of the hallway to where we were standing. Behind him, Nagato followed suit. But I couldn't see Konan with them.
"Where's Konan?" I question. They normally came as a trio to everything. But that's because they basically grew up together.
"She's got an origami class right now." Nagato replied.
"Isn't she already good enough to be taking classes?" I quirk a brow. Konan was probably the paper goddess. She was really good with paper...in both good ways and bad ways. Good ways, because she knows how to, say, 'handle it' right. Bad ways, when she knows all the tips and tricks to get painful papercuts and other things that can force a person to feel pain. By paper. That's worse than a slow death.
"No, she's teaching the class." Was Nagato boasting? He sounded quite proud.
"Ah...that sounds about right." I laugh and shove my hands inside my pocket but feel a scrap of paper I knew wasn't there before. What wasa piece of paper doing in my pocket? Don't tell me Konan's trying to send me a message or something...
"So," Yahiko sounded so excitable and happy, "I just found out that somebody wrote to me!"
Wait, what?
"You heard me! Somebody wrote to me!" Yahiko grinned. I blink out of my little dream-like state, wondering if I said that aloud. Eh, probably did.
"What did they say...?" I ask.
"Is it a confession?!" Yuko asked excitedly.
We all eye the handsome boy with a raised brow.
"I don't know, but I found it in my locker!" Yahiko grinned, opening up the letter.
His eyes scanned the page, but his expression turned from happy to extremely confused.
"What does it say?" I was a little hesitant to ask.
"I...don't know?" Yahiko's eyes scanned the page again. "There's no sender name. Who could this be from?"
"...so it's not a confession letter?" Yuko was surprised.
"No, no...nothing like that." The brightly haired teen shook his head, "And to think I got all excited about it too..." He sighed and handed me the sheet of paper. "Are you able to decipher this? It's like a poem. I'm sure you'll be able to, considering you won every time we play 'detective'."
"Hey now, that has nothing to do with the case at hand..." I read over the contents, feeling Yuko's head hover over my shoulder. It felt weird, so I move to the side.
"Read it out loud." Nagato suggested.
"Wind blows and howls every soundless flight, be a glorious day for every winters' night. A feast, I say, in spite of wrong, deception all day and all year long. Be wary of sunsets' peak, as shadows loom where you shan't seek, hover above not below your goal, or forever sought after your mole."I knit my brows together in confusion at this piece of writing.
Around the little circle it's quiet, and no one has anything to say.
"...now we know that the person who wrote this probably wants to be a rhyming poet or something." I added, "Had a good ring to it too." Shrugging, I handed Yahiko back the note. "Did you get an envelope in that?"
"Actually...I did. It just said my name, but it was printed, so I don't know who sent it." The boy frowned. "I really wonder who sent that...do they want me to join the poetry club?"
I just stare at him, somewhat wanting to hit my head against something.
"Even if we don't know who it belongs to, and we know it's definitely sent toYahiko, that just means that it's someone who knows Yahiko." I shrug. "Maybe it really isan admirer trying to capture your heart...through poetry."
"Arisa..." The boy sweat dropped but handed the note back to me. "How about this - you try deciphering it and then tell us what you find out."
"Wait what?! Why do Ihave to do it?!" I exclaimed, "That's unfair!"
"But you're good at this stuff, right? Even if you can't, you live next to like, 10 geniuses...and you can ask Shisui, too." Yahiko deadpanned.
"10? That's an exaggeration..." I laugh. "Plus, we have Nagato. Should be okay."
"I don't like poetry, sorry." Nagato says apologetically.
"And you think I do?!" I retort. I glare at Yahiko for a while, seeing that he had an expectant look on his face. Finally, after a long while, I take the letter and fold it neatly, shoving it in my pocket (the one that didn't have the scrap of paper). "It's a good thing I like you and that you're my friend...otherwise I would have left you hanging." I mutter.
"Thanks, Arisa!" The orange haired brat had a huge cheeky grin on his face.
"Thank me later when I finish this thing." I sigh.
"Uh...who's Shisui?" Yuko questioned suddenly.
I remember that Yahiko did briefly mention him just before.
"He's just another friend of ours. He's studying abroad so he won't be back for a while." I inform.
"Oh...is that so?" Yuko nodded his head, absorbing the info. "I'll be happy to meet him once he comes back from wherever he is!" He grins.
"That's good to know." I nod. I'm suddenly reminded that I needed to check out what that scrap of paper was. Geez, there's a lot of scraps these days...first that letter and now this scrap.
I take it out of my pocket whilst the others are chatting, preferring to look at it than talk (for the moment). I open it up and see if there was anything on it.
"I'm not." I mumble the contents of the scrap, raising a brow in the process. "The hell is this?"
Nagato was listening in on me and glances over. "Something wrong?"
"No, no, nothing's wrong, but..." I show him the little piece of paper that had the writing. It also had a little picture of a gun next to it, and a dinosaur shot dead on the floor.
"...this is just weird!" Yahiko threw his arms up into the air. "I'M NOT A DETECTIVE!"
"Yahiko, calm down." Konan sauntered up from behind me, shushing her good friend. She glanced at me and gave a charming smile.
Why do people around me all have good looks?
"Your class is finished?" Yuko questioned.
The paper goddess just nodded. "Yup. Let's go grab some food. I'm hungry!"
The longer I stare at the notes that fried my intelligence, the longer I sat in my chair.
"I GIVE UP!" I jump onto my bed and roll onto my back, frowning up at the ceiling. "Stupid little piece of paper...with no offence to Konan...you are one hard piece of literature to decipher!"
"What does this person even mean..." I mutter to myself.
There was a knock on my door. "Dear, Itachi's here to give you something!"
"Itachi?" I question. What's he doing here so late? "Alright."
"Good evening, Arisa." The boy smiled up at me.
"Good evening Arisa!" A more upbeat voice was from Sasuke who had just come from behind Itachi, eating some food Mum had prepared.
"Hey guys, what brings you here?" I grin at them. Just the cuteness from those two make me really happy.
"Shisui sent some stuff from Europe." Itachi handed me a parcel. "It was a big package so he delivered it all in one go."
"From Shisui? Sweet!" I take it and thank him. "Thanks, Itachi."
Itachi just smiles his million dollar smile - it's around the same brightness or even brighter than Yuko's - and proceeds to leave.
"Goodnight."
