02 Silver haired

The pink haired girl softly knocked her knuckles on the door, trying to get the teacher's attention. The said person turned around from his blackboard and smiled at her.

"Aaah, yes Umemoniya? Can I help you with anything?" he asked.

Anna bowed her head politely. "Sorry to disturb your lesson, sensei. I wish to speak to Youichi Hijiri. Is he in this class?" Well, no point asking actually because she already knew he is in fact, in that class. She had just returned from her quick meeting with Mikan Sakura at the back gate. Sakura-sama didn't look like she was in a very good mood even though she sounded just fine and chirpy while they were on the phone minutes ago. No matter. Though her curiosity's killing her right now, she had to swallow it.

The teacher nodded. "Yes, he is," he responded before turning his body around to face the class. His eyes darted to the back of the class. "Hijiri, someone here from the student council wish to see you."

A screeching sound was heard and Anna, so freaking anxious and curious, couldn't help herself from peeking a little inside the class to see who is this Youichi Hijiri. Who is he? Why is he so special to the limit that Sakura-sama went all the way to call her and seek her help to deliver something to him? What is he to her?

Anna's blue eyes continue to scrutinize the lad as he made his way from his seat at the back of the class to the front and towards the door. He stepped outside and stood in front of her. He looked at her with no emotions fixed on his good-looking childlike face. They had move a little far from the door, just to be out of the class hearing sight.

Honestly, who is he?

"Youichi Hijiri?"

The lad gave her a curt nod. Still, no emotions displayed on his face.

"I'm Anna Umemoniya. I'm the vice-president of the student council." She introduced herself with a smile on her face.

Youichi nodded his head again. This time, looking bored.

Anna's vein twitched annoyingly but her smile did not once falter. The nerve this kid!

Youichi looked at her as she fished something out of her pocket and handed it to him. He looked at her hand then raised his brows.

"What? This is not some god-forsaken love letter, you brat," Anna's annoying voice came.

A little smirk crept to Youichi's face. So the nice and chirpy mask came off huh? That was fast.

"And I'm not into kids like you," she said again while scrunched her little nose.

She had to admit, Youichi Hijiri does have a look that girls would turn more than twice to stare if he passes the hallway. Silver hair with a pair of mesmerizing green eyes, childlike face and yet the features of the strong cheekbones are so clear that a few glances at him, he doesn't look much of a kid. He was lean and lanky. Additional points for his extra height. But shame, his attitude reminded her of someone. Someone both adored by many and yet, annoyed as well.

"As if I would date you, you old hag," his deep voice suddenly was heard. Anna saw him smirked again.

This time, the vein popped furiously at Anna's temple. She cursed inwardly.

Ohh, this kid really reminds her of him! That stupid Hyuuga. Anna cursed inside her head over and over again. Now their school has one Hyuuga and another junior Hyuuga.

"Look here, you brat," she hissed. "I only came here to give you this!" she shoved the card into his hand.

Youichi looked at his hand. His student ID card?

He looked at her questioningly.

"I don't know what your relationship with Sakura-sama to the point she personally request my help to send it to you but do get it in that tiny little brain of yours, this will be the last."

Youichi's green eyes widen a little. So Mikan had this two-faced bubblegum deliver the card to him. Then, she must had known this old hag. But why didn't she just passed it straight to him, by means, come to the school herself.

Eh. Sakura-sama?

"Is Sakura-sama, by means, you're referring to Mikan? Mikan Sakura?"

Anna raised both of her eyebrows scathingly at him. "Who are you to call Sakura-sama by her name?"

Youich smirked. So this old hag did not know that Sakura-sama of hers had a brother. This is getting more interesting. "None of your concern, Janus-faced hag." He wiggled the card in front of her face. "Thanks for troubling your self for the sake of this card." Then he turned around and headed inside his class, leaving a nearly exploded pink-haired girl gritted her teeth outside. What, Janus-faced?! If she had a gun right now, she wouldn't hesitate even for one second, she would straightaway shove it inside his mouth and quickly pulled the trigger.

Anna shook her head and scoffed. A thought suddenly slipped inside her head. "Of course. Sakura-sama must had found that annoying brat's card somewhere on the street and being all warm-hearted, she must had pick it up and decided to return it." She put both of her hands on her chest, eyes stared up like she could see the one person she adored so much somewhere on the white ceiling, she sighed dreamily, "Mikan-sama is so kind."

. . . .

A particular silver haired boy leaned his back comfortably against his seat. His blue eyes were seen focused on the pepsi bottle he kept twirling with his fingers on the cafeteria table. Nonetheless, he was deep in thoughts. But only he himself knew his mind was actually elsewhere though. The hustle and bustle of the busy cafeteria did not bother him one bit. And certainly, being the surrounding ignorant type, he would be dead oblivious of what's going on around him.

He stopped twirling the bottle and moved the lollipop he had inside his mouth, to the left side. Except for a bottle of pepsi, he didn't feel like eating. He had a sweet tooth so he could go on days with sweets only. But Mikan would always nag at him to get proper meals. Her nagging was beyond annoying that he thought his ears might bleed for real.

His rein of previous thoughts kicked in and Youichi scowled. He continued twirling the bottle by its top.

Mikan, his sweet sweet sister whom he loved so dearly, was keeping things from him.

And he needed to know.

Every single one of them.

His fingers twirled the bottle faster. His stare grew harder like the bottle was something vile he needed to dispose off.

And most definitely it would start with why that old vice-president hag called her Sakura-sama.

He grabbed for the bottle, suddenly making it stopped. If he could get that one question sort out, answers to his other questions would come out naturally, he concluded. Just thinking about it, a mischievous smile crept at the corner of his lips.

He stood up, tossed the empty bottle into the nearest bin. He slided back his hands inside his pockets, face back to his usual blank expression and headed for the door.

All the while, his presence inside the cafeteria caused quite a stir, especially among the ladies of course—not that he ever realized it. The news about a new transfer kid, a junior at that, spreaded fast like wild fire. The girls were obviously satisfied with his charming good adorable looks. Because it was said that Youichi Hijiri wasn't the social type and he didn't associate with other people much either inside his class, they couldn't bring themselves to get close to him. Looking at him for afar was enough. But the guys, it was the opposite reaction. It was quite displeasing.

"So he's the new junior that the girls are sighing about right now?" A spiky haired boy commented as he reached his usual table where his group often sat. He picked up a bottle of pepsi he saw on the table and garbled down a mouthful before he placed it back on the table and took a seat next to his blonde friend.

Kitsu glared at him. "Ah shit man, now you've got all your stupid germs all over my drink."

Koko snickered. "Like that ever bother you before when you stole my Coke this morning."

Kitsu scowled and grabbed for the bottle, silently drinking it. He couldn't say anything back because he did took his Coke this morning.

Koko laughed at Kitsu failed attempt to shut him up with a mere 'Shut the hell up, man.' He turned his attention back to his blonde friend. His previous thoughts came up inside his mind again. "So kaichou-sama, who's the pretty boy I saw just now?"

Ruka stopped writing and looked up form his book. He turned to look at the said silver haired boy who's now on his way heading towards them. Their table was at the corner side of the cafeteria but it was the closest to the back door. His blue eyes glistened as he watched the boy casually walked passed them. Not even a word coming from his lips, it's as if he didn't see any of them there. It's not as if he didn't see, it looked as if he didn't give a damn if they're there or not.

He had this certain aura he brings around. And it's oddly familiar.

Ruka turned to look at Koko's scrunched up displeasing face. "Youichi Hijiri." He smiled amusingly at him. "He reminds me of someone."

"Self-absorbed, conceited, emotionally detached and rude. Yeah right, nothing describes Natsume better," Koko mocked, knowing too well whose Ruka referring too.

Ruka laughed. "You're gonna loose your throat if he heard you, man."

"You think I would dare say it like that if he's around? Forget my throat, I wouldn't be able to walk for one month if that devil heard what I said!" he exclaimed and then added with a scoff, "Anyway, like that sadistic man ever lay his foot inside this cafeteria." He looked at his other friend on the other side of the table.

He pouted his lips towards his other friend. "What's up with him?"

Yuu was fast asleep. He had his glasses on the table and had his face buried on his sleeves. They had been bickering and talking non-stop but the guy did not once woke up. Koko had to admit, when Yuu sleeps, he really sleeps. He wouldn't wake up even if you shouted at him.

"He stayed up all night."

"Watching porn, I hope." Koko's mischievous smile spread.

Kitsu hit the back of his head with his now empty Coke bottle. "You think he's that disgusting like you?" Ruka just shook his head at his friends bickering. "He went through all her videos but he couldn't get anything to track her still."

"Still?" Koko asked in disbelief while his hand softly messaged the back of his painful head. "Nothing at all? Even her IP address?"

Ruka shook his head. He closed his book. "It's been months but we still couldn't get anything out from her vidoes."

Kitsu shrugged and leaned against his seat. "For a girl who sings and yet, doesn't want to be found, she's doing a pretty good job hiding herself."

Koko and Ruka nodded in agreement. Koko picked up a chip from the plate on the table and threw it inside his mouth. He leaned his back on his seat. "Well, we couldn't expect much from the start anyway." Kitsu's face furrowed at Koko's sudden statement. Ruka raised his perfectly blonde brows at him, prompting him to continue. "I mean, she sings with her face covered! Even with Yuu tracing her account—mind you, Yuu does a very good job at tracing online accounts and we all know that—and still no positive outcome, that girl is a forever our phantom, I'm telling you!"

Kitsu sighed. "It's like she doesn't exist but we're trying very hard to make sure she does exist."

"She does exist, alright." Ruka joined in his friends. Now all three of them were leaning heavily against their seats, faces were in total dejected. "Not until we finally able to track her down, our lives would be restless."

TBC.