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Will you be my butterly?

Chapter two:

The dying daisys.

Note:

Hi again! Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter! This one will be slightly longer (I finished at school today!) and I'll mail it to you this evening Ducky. Thanks again!

I don't own anything (seriously, till I go babysitting tomorrow I have no mula!) But, I do own Meeka, Sam and Kira, don't use them without permish.

So what's your name? she asked, propping her head up on her hands, I'm Kira. People call me the butterfly girl, cause that's my favorite song.

Tori jumped, remembering how he had called her that just that morning.

Well, I'm Tori, I hate frog guts and, the teacher deposited a dead frog onto the board lying on their table, And where do we start?

Poor thing, murmered Kira, People don't have enough respect for small creatures, her eye's were soft and she crinkled the edges as she reached out her fore finger to almost touch the frogs belly. She drew back her hand just before she touched it and gave a small sigh, Oh well.

The science lesson flew by for Tori, watching her little face movement, the way she crinkled the edges of her eyes when she didn't like something, the habbit she had of dragging her fingers through her hair, the way her long, delicate fingers moved so elegantly. He was sad when the lesson was over. Well, almost...

Class, make sure you get this writen up, the teahcer called at the end of the lesson as she washed frog guts off her fingers.

Wanna fix a night? he asked her.

How bout tonight? she answered, putting her pen away in her bag.

he smiled, haveing forgotten that Sakura would be home that evening, My adress is...

I know your adress... she clapped a hand over her mouth and stared up at him.

Tori furrowed his brows:

How do you know my adress?

The bell rang, cutting him short, and Kira burst in straight away.

See ya tonight!

She ran towards the door, her indian shirt flapping behind her and leaving Tori quite amazed.

Tori screeched ti a hault in the doorway, his school bag hanging from one shoulder, What are you doing here?

She lives here remember?Madison stuck her head round the living room door where Sakura was standing, and raised her eyebrows.

Oh no, two of you! Tori rasied a hand to his head as Sakura shrugged at a confused looking Madison, Listen you two, I have a study date with...

Don't worry, interrupted his sister, We're going to be in the garden anyway.

Tori shrugged his bag away from his shoulder and heaved a sigh of relief before running into the kitchen.

What's with him? asked a small voice from behind Sakura's leg.

It's a study date Keero, explained Sakura as the little yellow creature hovered up to her shoulder, He gets weird about girls.

He really does, agreed Madison, Lets go into the garden, I want to pick some flowers for my mom.

As the girls disappeared through the back door, the front door bell ran, and Tori darted from the kitchen, tripping over his bag as he went but just manageing to open the door.

Kira wandered in with a friendly smile which melted Tori's legs and heart.

he replied as she looked around her, noticeing Sakura and Madison who had just torn round the side of the house Shall we...

What are they doing! screamed Kira, stareing in horror at Sakura and Madison who were picking daisys in the garden.

Kira darted back to the front door and out into the garden, dropping to her knees and brushing the girls hands away from the tiny flowers. The she carefully picked up the little fallen heads which the girls had dropped and held them in the plams of her hands.

Uhhmmm, what are you doing? asked Sakura, hugging Keero to her like a stuffed bear.

Your killing them, whispered Kira, holding up her hand with the tiny flowers on and crinkling the edges of her eye's again in the little habbit she had, Please don't do that, I can hear them crying.

With that she slipped the flower heads into her pocket and returned to where an amazed looking Tori was standing.

When they had returned inside Sakura looked over at Madison, and then down at Kiro who was looking thougtfull.

She's gotta be the weirdest of all Toris study dates, commented Madison, brushing her hair back.

She's more than weird, piped up Kiro, putting his head on one side, She's a clow card.