Note: Inspiration – The picture of the Night Class holding an apple and childhood memories.
43) Apples
The fruit of sin.
The symbol of choice.
A.
B.
C.
D.
The twisting of the stem is a childish game.
W.
X.
Y.
Z.
The letter the steam breaks off at is the initial of your soul-mate.
"Try it." Ruka smirks.
Rima looks down at the luscious, bright fruit in her hands. Her eyes roll.
"You try." She says.
B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. -
"K." Rima smirks. "Does that stand for Kaname-sama? Or for Kain, I wonder?"
"Your turn." Ruka ignores the questions.
B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P. Q. R. -
"Why does it take so long?" She pauses.
S.
"That doesn't count. I stopped."
"It won't make a difference, the apple doesn't lie."
B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P. Q. R. -
"S. Two S's. Shiki Senri. How appropriate."
Rima has nothing to say to that.
She glances down at the stemless fruit.
Stupid apple.