Yes, I am aware that I took way to long in getting this part out. Iori is hard, man. He's just so. . . non interesting. Ha! Double speak. Anywho, here it is.
Hikari and Daisuke left a little while ago, and just recently I have been visited by someone else I don't know.
Iori. Little Iori Hida. He's short, and two years younger than me. He doesn't seem like much of a people's person, and I have no idea how I could have ever become friends with this man.
He's really creepy, too. His hair is about an inch long, and spiked out in chunks. It's so brown it's black. His eyes are the worst, though. They are green and really deep, with lots of little facets. And everytime he looks at me, I feel like he sees right through me. And something tells me this kid doesn't trust me. He keeps shifting his eyes.
Now, I have put Iori in a bad light, but he really isn't all that bad. He's not exactly ugly either. It's just that when he is around me, he's different. He's uncomfortable with me.
I guess that's unfortunate.
I want someone else to visit me.
~
"Good news!" cried Hikari, lifting her hands in the air and in turn, jostling my bags. For some reason, she had all my stuff. It was making me nervous.
"W-what?"
"GOING HOME!" yelled Miyako, emerging from right behind her. She passed Hikari and got to my bed, giving me a big hug.
"Great! So where's home?"
Everyone stopped, dead in their tracks. Miyako released me from the hug and took a step back. Hikari was shifting from foot to foot, and I heard someone cough from the hallway.
"What?" Why was such a simple question bothering them?
"Well, it's kind of complicated. I guess you are going home with Hikari."
Hikari had not been breifed on the situation before, and was getting a hell of a shock. "Excuse me?"
Miyako walked over to Hikari and whispered in her ear. I only caught a part of it. ". . . likes me. . . not with Dai. . . kidding? . . . good. . ."
They broke the huddle and Hikari nodded. "Now get up."
I slipped on the shoes that were at the foot of my bed and hopped off of my bed. "Ok. So you are Hi-"
Daisuke burst into the room. Hikari gave him the same look as before, Miyako equaling it if not doubling, and Daisuke was oblivious. "Ken, coming home with me?"
Hikari and Daisuke left a little while ago, and just recently I have been visited by someone else I don't know.
Iori. Little Iori Hida. He's short, and two years younger than me. He doesn't seem like much of a people's person, and I have no idea how I could have ever become friends with this man.
He's really creepy, too. His hair is about an inch long, and spiked out in chunks. It's so brown it's black. His eyes are the worst, though. They are green and really deep, with lots of little facets. And everytime he looks at me, I feel like he sees right through me. And something tells me this kid doesn't trust me. He keeps shifting his eyes.
Now, I have put Iori in a bad light, but he really isn't all that bad. He's not exactly ugly either. It's just that when he is around me, he's different. He's uncomfortable with me.
I guess that's unfortunate.
I want someone else to visit me.
~
"Good news!" cried Hikari, lifting her hands in the air and in turn, jostling my bags. For some reason, she had all my stuff. It was making me nervous.
"W-what?"
"GOING HOME!" yelled Miyako, emerging from right behind her. She passed Hikari and got to my bed, giving me a big hug.
"Great! So where's home?"
Everyone stopped, dead in their tracks. Miyako released me from the hug and took a step back. Hikari was shifting from foot to foot, and I heard someone cough from the hallway.
"What?" Why was such a simple question bothering them?
"Well, it's kind of complicated. I guess you are going home with Hikari."
Hikari had not been breifed on the situation before, and was getting a hell of a shock. "Excuse me?"
Miyako walked over to Hikari and whispered in her ear. I only caught a part of it. ". . . likes me. . . not with Dai. . . kidding? . . . good. . ."
They broke the huddle and Hikari nodded. "Now get up."
I slipped on the shoes that were at the foot of my bed and hopped off of my bed. "Ok. So you are Hi-"
Daisuke burst into the room. Hikari gave him the same look as before, Miyako equaling it if not doubling, and Daisuke was oblivious. "Ken, coming home with me?"