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Chapter 20
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Amu's POV
Saturday morning Anna and Rima barged into my room. Why? No idea… maybe because I had skipped school since Ikuto and Angela had started to go out. Maybe because they just like barging in on sleeping people. Me, personally, had no idea… well, until we went into the bathroom and Anna yapped out the explanation 1000 miles a second.
And what did this long annoying rant end with? "—Akira is totally in love with you anyways, so why not give him a little something to look at?"
And before I could argue, I was shoved into the tub full of bubbly warm water… that smelled strangely good. And after this 'fun' little bath I was forced into an old long tee-shirt that didn't matter if it got wet from my dripping hair, and had my hair straightened. Wow… my hair was down to my ass when it was straight and simple.
Rima crimped and curled a few sections, but for the most part, it was straight, yet sensibly stylish. Then she hung them in pigtails and put two ribbons covered in skulls and cobwebs in. Wow… I never have my hair in pigtails…
I glance at my reflection and am surprised—it looks totally natural, but makes me feel like I'm three again. Anna thought about make-up, but I refused—Rima agreed, and handed me some "Smackers" cherry chapstick to put on.
Next was the outfit… before I knew it, I was wearing a black tank with a black leather jacket that only came half way down and had three-quarter sleeves. My white skinny jeans and black heels covered my feet. Arms covered in bangles, five big beaded necklaces around my neck, and fifty dollars in my pocket, they finally let me go.
"Took you long enough," I grunted.
"You can't rush perfection," Anna replied simply. I rolled my eyes and looked at myself in the body mirror.
"Isn't this too punkish for Yuki, though?" I asked, but Rima shook her head quickly, as if expecting this question.
"Even when you were… well, you, you wouldn't of worn this. You always wore plaid everywhere and graphic tee's… no one would even begin to suspect anything." She assured.
"Oh, and by the way, I called Akira and told him about the whole Yuki thing, and he promised not to laugh at your new look, and to call you Yuki. …Though it took a little convincing." Anna smirked, cracked her knuckles, and I shivered, then shook my head. She is just too creepy sometimes.
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I danced around the train station, searching for Akira. It was only 11, but Anna told me she had asked him to meet me at 10:57. I rolled my eyes as I searched—her and her crazy ass times.
Ah! Found him! Don't know how the heck I missed his bleach blond hair before! I smiled and approached him… I stopped when I was 10 feet from him, and watched in amusement as he paced, obviously nervous.
I smirked as he sat on a nearby bench and tapped his foot impatiently. Brilliant idea in my head, I snuck up behind him, which went totally unnoticed by him. I laughed silently to myself and leaned over until I was right by his ear, then whispered, "Nervous, much, Aki-chan?"
I burst out laughing when he jumped 13 feet into the air and stood quickly, then faced me. He stared for a second, and I smirked as his jaw dropped. "A-Am…" His words faltered. He rethought something, then said, suprisedly, "Yuki?!"
"Yo, Aki. And seriously, do I look that bad?" I asked, smirking slightly. He seemed to suddenly snap out of it, and shook his head.
"N…No. You… you look…" He wrinkled his eyebrows, as if thinking of the right word. "Well… hot," he finally complimented.
I laughed, then joked. "Yea, for an old sand-box tomboy, you mean."
"Yeah, just like I clean up okay… for a trashy skater boy," He commented bitterly, obviously regretting his choice of clothing.
He was referring to his black jeans, only slightly ripped on the knee, the blue button down shirt (that had obviously been a present from his mom, cuz it was so not him), and black converses… probably the only shoes he had that still fit.
"Oh shuddup Aki, you look fine. But come on, what's with the dress shirt. That is so not you, man," I rolled my eyes as he pouted at me.
I walked towards him and unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves, the reached for the shirt's buttons. He stepped back, blushing slightly: "W-Wad are you doing?" He stuttered, and I rolled my eyes.
I walked back up to him and undid top two buttons of the shirt, then adjusted the collar a little. Stepping back, I admired my work, and smirked at him. "Much more you, Aki. And what did you think I was doing? Sikko,"
I stuck my tongue out at him teasingly, then grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the car I recognized as his: a black Miata with two red stripes in the roof.
"Come on, let's eat. I'm starved!" I announced as I climbed into the drivers seat.
He rolled his eyes and followed—"Let me drive—You're a devil behind the wheel!"
Soon enough, we were sitting in a Café, Akira sitting across from me, on the other side of the booth.
We were joking and laughing, neither of us realized when the waiter arrived, until he suddenly said, "Kitten," In a rather husky tone.
Recognition immediately reminded me that this Café was where Ikuto works, and the voice proved this quite well. Turning cautiously, I looked up at the… the man-whore with my wide innocent eyes in place.
Open black polo, dark blue jeans, and black Vans. What he wore instead of his uniform was simple, yet gorgeous all the same. Oh fuck… how did I forget her worked here?