So, yeah, I ran out of pre-written chapters, so these will be coming out more slowly now.
Fear
10
When school ended that day, Shizuo sat on the ground just outside the school gates. He waited there for a few minutes, watching as other students passed by, some of whom spotted him and made a display of shoving each other to move faster. Kyouhei stopped by to say hello, flanked by his usual crew of three, and Shinra found time to stop and tell him about all the latest happenings, as Shizuo was now spending lunch in detention.
After Shinra left, Shizuo found himself staring at the clouds, aggravated at the fact that Shiro hadn't turned up yet. He was getting ready to get up and leave in a rage at being ditched when he heard a sudden commotion from inside the school gates.
"You know, my cousin's in the Yellow Scarves, and he doesn't appreciate the damn yakuza butting in on his gang all the time."
"My brother's a Yellow Scarf, too, and he was a victim of that Awakusu-Kai attack last night!"
Sighing, Shizuo got up and peered around the corner. Shiro, hands straight at her side, stood in front of two boys. One of them was thin and tall while the other was thicker, with more muscle.
He also noticed that Shiro looked uncharacteristically angry.
"Look, I'm sorry that your brother is injured," She drawled out unapologetically," but it isn't my fault that he and his idiot gang decided to attack an armed yakuza with led pipes and baseball bats. So just fuck off and leave me alone."
The thin boy in particular seemed enraged. "Bitch, what did you just say to me?"
Shiro merely held up a hand with an ugly sneer on her face and jutted her middle finger into the air. "Fuck. Off."
Shiro suddenly looked past them, just as the large boy was forming a fist with his hand, and found her gaze locked on Shizuo.
Suddenly, the two boys followed her new line of vision and looked back at Shizuo, bewildered. After one look at the infamous brawler's face, the boys suddenly burst past him and out of the school gates, screaming about how Heiwajima Shizuo was going to rip their throats out.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Shizuo spun around and prepared his legs for a take off. "Get back here you cowardly, no good-"
He felt a hand on his should and whipped around to face Shiro's sharp stare.
"What?!" He barked at her.
She tried not to flinch, although there was a slight jerk in Shiro's arm as she let go of him. "They're none of your business, so leave them alone." Looking agitated, she watched his face and, after seeing that he hadn't, indeed, calmed, sighed and pulled her backpack off of her shoulder. "I heard you smoke," she said as the began to unzip the back and scramble through it. "Maybe it'll help calm you down."
Shizuo wasn't really the type to wonder how she would know this when he had only picked up the habit two weeks ago, so he just stood there for a moment as the girl pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which she held out for him.
Shizuo stared at the object for a moment before grudgingly taking one of the sticks from Shiro's package and turning to exit the gate with the girl lazing behind him. Only once they were outside school grounds did he accept the lighter that she offered him.
He stood there, puffing out a stream of smoke, while Shiro continued rummaging through her bag. Finally, she emerged with her signature vile in hand and drowned the thing in one gulp. It was a little odd, considering he hadn't seen her with it in a while.
"I thought you quit," he grunted.
Shiro looked down guiltily. "I'm trying." She held the vile up to him. "Still carrying this around just in case, though." She shoved the vile back into her pocket and sighed. "Anyway, sorry about this, but I can't work on the project for now. My mom texted me a bit ago, and apparently my dad... well..." She trailed off, rubbing her temples. "Anyway, I just have to get home."
Shizuo just shrugged. "No problem." He didn't really feel like dealing with schoolwork now, anyway. Those two assholes put him out of the mood to do much of anything.
Shiro still looked distressed, though, as her eyes were wandering off to the side. "Well, I could always call later tonight so that we can work on the script then, if that's OK."
"Sure," he drawled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. There seemed to be a sudden light in Shiro's eyes as she pulled out her own from the shorts pocket under her skirt. They exchanged phones to add their numbers, and Shiro seemed excited about this for whatever reason. Her fingers moved quickly, but her hands were shaking. She ended up hitting the wrong numbers and having to go back so often that it took her a full minute to add her number into the phone.
When receiving her phone again, she immediately placed it back in her shorts pocket, but kept her hand in it, causing her skirt to bunch up and a few people to turn their heads away, embarrassed. One woman simply shook her head as she walked past them.
"Um." Shiro stood completely straight, her eyes darting every which way. "See you."
Shizuo waved as she turned around and walked away.
When he got home, Shizuo checked his phone and found that, rather than entering her full name, Shiro had imply enlisted herself as "Hikari."