"Black"
By Chaos
Chapter 3
"HARU!!!"
Haru glanced up from his desk to see Momiji rushing at him with his arms spread wide open. He
was hugged tightly around the neck by the rabbit-boy, their cheeks rubbing together. "Ne! Ne!
Haru, I"ve been trying to call you since practically foreveeeeeeer!"
"I know." Haru said beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "I've been realy busy with work
and school. I'm sorry."
Momiji pulled away from his death grip, "It's okay! But you have to promise to play badminton
with us after school today! Okay? Okay?"
"Sure."
"Haru," Yuki came into the classroom, his eyes full of concern. "How are you?" Haru knew that he
meant, Are you okay since the day before yesterday? Of course, it was that day and that girl
that had been occupying Haru's mind all weekend, day and night. He was mentally and emotionally
worn out. All he wanted to do was lay his head down and sleep for the rest of his life. But sleep
would end up being worse since he'd been having nightmares, strange nightmares.
"I'm fine," He gave Yuki one of his rare smiles, "Thank you for bringing back my bike and for
being concerned for me, Yuki."
"I'm concerned for you too!" Momiji cried once again hugging Haru. "You've been so distant! Well
. . . more so then usual." This was proof that either Momiji knew to keep his mouth shut or that he didn't know what had conspired between Haru and Rin that weekend.
"Thanks, Momiji." He said smiling at the rabbit.
"It's no trouble," Yuki said taking a seat in the desk in front of Harus'.
"I'll be right back," Momiji said, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket, "I have to drop
off this form at the main office!"
"Okay," Yuki said smiling as the rabbit-boy skipped out of class. He waved to a few sophmore
girls comeing into the class. The giggled and waved at him, blushing.
"Momiji-kun is so adorable!" One said.
"I know! It makes you just want to hug him and never let go." The other said giggling.
Haru and Yuki looked at each other for a moment with knowing looks. If those girls did hug
Momiji they'd probably drop him and run screaming. "If only they knew." Haru said leaning his
chin into this palm.
"Yeah," Yuki agreed. "But really Haru, are you okay?"
"Ano . . . Excuse me Sohma-senpai." One of the girls said coming up behind Yuki, her face
flashing every single shade of red in exsistence and then some.
"Oh? Am I in your seat? I apologize." He said quickly standing.
"No! It's alright!" She cried, "I just wondered if I could put my stuff in the basket under it!
You can sit there for as long as you need to Sempai!" If anymore blood rushed to the girls head,
she'd pass out.
"Here let me do it for you," Yuki smiled, taking her books gently from her willing hands. He
placed it in the basket under the desk. "You can sit down if you want to, I have to get back to
class."
"Ari - Arigatou Sempai!" She cried, steaming spraying from hre ears.
"I"ll talk to you later, Haru."
"Aa," Haru said looking out the window.
Yuki stole one last, worried look at Haru, but the boy refused to meet his cousin's eyes.
* * * *
"Yo, Rin."
"You're actually on time to day," Rin said flipping through her magazine. She sat in the back
of her classroom, her uniform perfectly pressed and her long hair tied back into a ponytail.
She didn't bother to look up at the girl who jumped furtivly on the desk without even shaking
it and crossed her legs.
"What's up?" She asked, "You look tired."
"I was up late studying for my math test," Rin lied. "I'm guessing you didn't study, did you,
Azu-chan?"
"Of course not!" Azusa laughed, "I don't NEED to study."
"Huh uh." Rin muttered. "How was your concert?"
"We did alright," she smiled, "We even found ourselves a new lead guitar player and singer.
He's totally awesome! And he even looks like a rock star. Though, he acts really mellow, know
what I mean?"
"Yeah," Rin flipped another page. "Is he any good?" She thought of Haru and briefly wondered if
this guy was as mellow as he was.
"Not sure," Azusa said, "He's trying out tomorrow at five. Do you want to come and watch us
practice?"
"No."
"Aww!" Her friend snatched the magazine away, "You never come! You've promised that you would
for nearly a year! At least come to our next gig. Please! Pretty please with sugar on top!?"
Rin took back her magazine, "Let me think about this for a moment."
Azusa waited with a pleading expression.
"No."
"Rin-chan!"
"Look Azu, I hate crowds." Rin said sternly. She glared at her friend, "You, of all people,
should know that by now."
"You'll be back stage! No biggie and no crowd!" Azu pleaded, pulling out her best puppy-dog face.
"Besides, I think you'll like this guy! He's really, REALLY hot! He's your type, you know!"
"Not interested," Rin said. She closed her magazine and set it inthe basket under her desk. "But
I'll consider comeing to your next concert. Is it at Essence?"
"YATTA!!!!!!!" Azusa hugged Rin fiercly around the neck, "Thank you! Thank you!"
Sweat beads gathered at Rin's head, "Do you mind? This is embarrasing."
"Gomen!" She drew away with a big smile on her face. "It's this Saturday and we play at 11:00 pm.
I'll come over before so I can have fun dressing you up! Mwhaha! "
Rin shook her head, "I'm not your doll, Azu. Stop treating me like one."
"Oh! Don't be so serious and dramatic!" Azusa laughed.
* * * *
Monday 12:34 P.M.
Haru sat outside in the courtyard enjoying the loud, angry music in his portable c.d. player. He
sat under a tree, his legs spread out and arms limply at his sides. The tree branches blew in the
light breeze causing checkered patterns of light to dance on the green, lush grass. Though it was
beginning to get chilly, it was still a nice day. He took in a deep breath of cold air and
sighed. Most people were in the cafeteria eating, socializing. Why? Why couldn't he just go in
there and sit at the table with his friends? What was wrong with him?
Rin . . .
The name came to mind. He closed his eyes and pictured her perfect face in his mind. Her large,
dark eyes, those full, colored lips, lucious dark trendals of hair cascading down her back, and
that calm, sultry voice. The way her hips swayed gently as she walked with those long, pale legs.
He smiled, remembering the way his name played on her lips, the way she'd smile so mysteriously,
the way she kissed . . . the way her icy voice pierced and cracked his heart. The way he lost
control . . .
"Haru." Yuki's voice broke his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked up at his older cousin.
"Hello, Yuki." Haru said, turning off his cd player. "Where's Tohru-san?"
"Honda-san is eating lunch with Uotani-san, Hanajima-san and Momiji." Yuki said. "I came to talk
to you." Yuki took a seat beside his cousing leaning agianst the tree.
"What about Kyo?"
"I don't care where that Baka Neko is." Yuki's voice, which had once been filled with icy hate
for Kyo, only displayed simple irritation and dislike. Haru was amazed at how much the two boys
had changed due to Tohru-kun's kindness. They got along much better then they ever had, and Haru
was very grateful. But, he still wanted to beat Kyo at martial arts one day. For fun of course.
"You didn't answer my question this morning." Yuki said calmly. "It's not my place to pry into
your and Rin's relationship, or what's left of it, but I don't like how it's affecting you."
Haru looked at Yuki, a gentle smile spreading on his face, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Yuki looked his cousin in the eye, "If you say so, I won't pry. And I'll call you next time Rin
randomly drops by so you don't come over and destroy another lamp. That was a Tiffany original."
"I apologize for losing my temper." Haru said. "I'll pay for the lamp."
"No," Yuki said. "It doesn't matter. I'd better go, I have to help the English Language teacher
grade test papers. You should go eat lunch with Honda-san and the others, it will do you some
good. Maybe it will get your mind of her." He stood and dusted off his pants.
"I'm trying out for a band."
"What?" Yuki looked back at his mellow cousin.
"I have an audition for a band," Haru repeated clearly, "I met them Saturday night when I was
lost. They're very good and they want me to play with them." He played with a rock on the ground;
rolling it in circles with the palm of his hand.
Yuki smiled gently, "That's good. I'm glad Haru has found a life out of the reach of the
Sohma's."
"Yuki?"
He laughed quietly, "What I mean is, I'm happy for you. I think that if the Jyunnishi tried to
lead more normal lives by doing things they wouldn't normaly do, we'd all be much happier. "
"I see." Haru smiled at Yuki, "Thanks. I'll tell you if I make it in, I really hope I do."
"Though," Yuki said thoughtfully, "I had no idea that you played an insturment."
"I just strum on the guitar a little." He said modestly.
Yuki looked down at his watch, "Now I really DO have to go. Talk to you later, Haru. Good luck
with the band audition!"
Haru smiled after Yuki and pressed play on his CD player, feeling a little better.
* * * *
4:01 p.m.
Haru walked into the dirty, grimy garage behind the bike store 'Strider'. The large doors were
open and half-built bikes were all over the place. Some leaned against the walls indolently,
unable to keep themselves up, others stood on platforms waiting to be repaired. Tools, some
greased up, some perfectly clean, were cluttered in giant masses on a large counter that rounded
it's way through the large garage. A many with long wavy, dark brown hair, tanned skin, dressed
in a grey, grease spotted jump suit with a cigarret in his mouth and a rench in his hand leaned
over a 1955 Harly. He looked up as he heard Haru's boots click on the greased cement.
"Hey," he said seriously, looking up at the boy. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Haru said unmoved. "A lots been happening."
"I figured that much out when you didn't show up for work on Sunday," The man tossed the rench
onto the self with a loud clatter. "HOw are you feeling? Your dad said that you were sick or
something."
"Yeah, I was," He lied silently thinking to himself that if sleeping for a whole day was an
illness, then he was VERY VERY sick. "Sorry, Takumi-san."
"Don't sweat over it," Takumi said lighting up a cigarette, "But your lover as missed you
terribly."
Haru looked over at the beautiful Akira look-alike in the back of the shop. He had been working
on last coat of paint last friday and it was nearly complete and ready for sell. Of course,
Takumi didn't know that Haru was planning to buy it himself if he saved up enough money in time.
Yes, that bike would be his even if he had to steal it and never ride it. That bike would belong
to HIM.
"When you finish her," Takumi blew smoke from his nose, "You're welcome to name her. She's
gonna be the monster of the roads when she's ready. Perhaps you can take her for the first test
drive, ne? Would you like too, Haru?"
"Hell yeah," Haru said in his monotonous voice, "I'd give anything to do that."
"Okay," Takumi smirked, "A days worth of painting should be worth it. The paint will be dry in
about two days so you can take her for a spin then, alright?"
"It's a date," Haru walked over to it and ran his hands over the cold steel of his tire hood.
He touched it like a man would stroke his lover in the heat of intense passion. He already knew
exactly what it would be called and he smiled as the name formed on his lips though he never
spoke it out loud. He could feel the taste of it in his mouth already. "I'll get changed."
"Good." Takumi said, "I don't need you getting all aroused before you even finish it. You can do
that while riding her, ne?" Takumi winked and crushed the half-smoked cigarette under his heal.
"Haha," Haru said sarcastically as he walked to the small office/locker room in the corner of
the garage. He shut the door behind him quietly, leaving Takumi to ponder the boy's attitude.
Though he was used to Haru's calm, expressionless exterior, he'd never seen him THIS depressed
before. He hid it well, but those dark eyes of his betrayed him, along with even darker circles
under them. His skin was pale and he looked as if he hadn't eaten in a couple of days. Sometimes
physical appearences could give one away better then words.
"I wonder what happened to him," Takumi said going back to the Harley he'd been working on.
"I think it needs new brakes," He mumbled quietly to himself.
* * * *
"RIN! Wait up!" Azu called running as fast as she could to her friend. "Damn you walk fast!" Her
uniform was no longer in perfect condition. The bow that went around her neck was hanging losly
around her shoulders, her blazer was unbuttoned and she wore a pair of converses instead of her
usual uniformed shoes. Rin was still the perfect school girl though.
"No," Rin smiled, "Your legs are just too short."
"HEY!" Azu pouted, though she was happy to see Rin acting normal agian. She'd been overly
depressed all day and no matter what Azu couldn't drag the reason from the girl. It was
grinding on her nerves and uncontrollable curiosity.
"So you want to go get some ice-cream?" Azu asked. "Taki-kun's going, pleeeeeease come!"
Rin's eyebrow involuntarily twitched, "Samu-san doesn't like me much."
"Yes he does!" Azu argued, "You're just trying to find an excuse to go home and mope about! Well,
I'm not gonna let you do that. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I did, now would I?"
Rin sighed in defeat, "Fine, you win. But you're treating."
"Nope!" Azu winked, "Taki-kun is. He just got paid and just so you know, he was the one who
suggested that you come! Of course, you didn't hear that from me."
"Azu," Rin looked at her seriously, "What would you do if Samu-san hated you? "
Azu's head went to the side like a confused puppy making her look ultra adorable, "I would be
very sad. Taki-kun is one of my best friends and even more, though I don't think he sees it that
way. But, I would never stop crying if Taki-kun suddenly hated me. I love Taki-kun the most."
Rin smiled sadly and wrapped her arm around her friends shoulder, "How about that ice-cream, ne? I want chocolate-vanilla swirl, what about you?"
"I want blueberry!"
"Blueberry? Do they even sell Blueberry ice-cream?"
Azu giggled, "Well, they'd better or I'm gonna jack them up!"
Rin laughed and walked hand in hand with Azu down the street towards a certain bike garage
where Samu Taki was awaiting them.
* * * *
author's note
this chapter is pretty short. o.o took me awhile to get it out, ne? Well that's because I've
suddenly been struck by Trigun-fever. It's over taken my life . . . *looks at her fruits
basket dvds* Poor things, they're collecting dust! I'm gonna have to watch them again. Here's
chapter 3! Please review!!
Chaos
By Chaos
Chapter 3
"HARU!!!"
Haru glanced up from his desk to see Momiji rushing at him with his arms spread wide open. He
was hugged tightly around the neck by the rabbit-boy, their cheeks rubbing together. "Ne! Ne!
Haru, I"ve been trying to call you since practically foreveeeeeeer!"
"I know." Haru said beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "I've been realy busy with work
and school. I'm sorry."
Momiji pulled away from his death grip, "It's okay! But you have to promise to play badminton
with us after school today! Okay? Okay?"
"Sure."
"Haru," Yuki came into the classroom, his eyes full of concern. "How are you?" Haru knew that he
meant, Are you okay since the day before yesterday? Of course, it was that day and that girl
that had been occupying Haru's mind all weekend, day and night. He was mentally and emotionally
worn out. All he wanted to do was lay his head down and sleep for the rest of his life. But sleep
would end up being worse since he'd been having nightmares, strange nightmares.
"I'm fine," He gave Yuki one of his rare smiles, "Thank you for bringing back my bike and for
being concerned for me, Yuki."
"I'm concerned for you too!" Momiji cried once again hugging Haru. "You've been so distant! Well
. . . more so then usual." This was proof that either Momiji knew to keep his mouth shut or that he didn't know what had conspired between Haru and Rin that weekend.
"Thanks, Momiji." He said smiling at the rabbit.
"It's no trouble," Yuki said taking a seat in the desk in front of Harus'.
"I'll be right back," Momiji said, pulling out a slip of paper from his pocket, "I have to drop
off this form at the main office!"
"Okay," Yuki said smiling as the rabbit-boy skipped out of class. He waved to a few sophmore
girls comeing into the class. The giggled and waved at him, blushing.
"Momiji-kun is so adorable!" One said.
"I know! It makes you just want to hug him and never let go." The other said giggling.
Haru and Yuki looked at each other for a moment with knowing looks. If those girls did hug
Momiji they'd probably drop him and run screaming. "If only they knew." Haru said leaning his
chin into this palm.
"Yeah," Yuki agreed. "But really Haru, are you okay?"
"Ano . . . Excuse me Sohma-senpai." One of the girls said coming up behind Yuki, her face
flashing every single shade of red in exsistence and then some.
"Oh? Am I in your seat? I apologize." He said quickly standing.
"No! It's alright!" She cried, "I just wondered if I could put my stuff in the basket under it!
You can sit there for as long as you need to Sempai!" If anymore blood rushed to the girls head,
she'd pass out.
"Here let me do it for you," Yuki smiled, taking her books gently from her willing hands. He
placed it in the basket under the desk. "You can sit down if you want to, I have to get back to
class."
"Ari - Arigatou Sempai!" She cried, steaming spraying from hre ears.
"I"ll talk to you later, Haru."
"Aa," Haru said looking out the window.
Yuki stole one last, worried look at Haru, but the boy refused to meet his cousin's eyes.
* * * *
"Yo, Rin."
"You're actually on time to day," Rin said flipping through her magazine. She sat in the back
of her classroom, her uniform perfectly pressed and her long hair tied back into a ponytail.
She didn't bother to look up at the girl who jumped furtivly on the desk without even shaking
it and crossed her legs.
"What's up?" She asked, "You look tired."
"I was up late studying for my math test," Rin lied. "I'm guessing you didn't study, did you,
Azu-chan?"
"Of course not!" Azusa laughed, "I don't NEED to study."
"Huh uh." Rin muttered. "How was your concert?"
"We did alright," she smiled, "We even found ourselves a new lead guitar player and singer.
He's totally awesome! And he even looks like a rock star. Though, he acts really mellow, know
what I mean?"
"Yeah," Rin flipped another page. "Is he any good?" She thought of Haru and briefly wondered if
this guy was as mellow as he was.
"Not sure," Azusa said, "He's trying out tomorrow at five. Do you want to come and watch us
practice?"
"No."
"Aww!" Her friend snatched the magazine away, "You never come! You've promised that you would
for nearly a year! At least come to our next gig. Please! Pretty please with sugar on top!?"
Rin took back her magazine, "Let me think about this for a moment."
Azusa waited with a pleading expression.
"No."
"Rin-chan!"
"Look Azu, I hate crowds." Rin said sternly. She glared at her friend, "You, of all people,
should know that by now."
"You'll be back stage! No biggie and no crowd!" Azu pleaded, pulling out her best puppy-dog face.
"Besides, I think you'll like this guy! He's really, REALLY hot! He's your type, you know!"
"Not interested," Rin said. She closed her magazine and set it inthe basket under her desk. "But
I'll consider comeing to your next concert. Is it at Essence?"
"YATTA!!!!!!!" Azusa hugged Rin fiercly around the neck, "Thank you! Thank you!"
Sweat beads gathered at Rin's head, "Do you mind? This is embarrasing."
"Gomen!" She drew away with a big smile on her face. "It's this Saturday and we play at 11:00 pm.
I'll come over before so I can have fun dressing you up! Mwhaha! "
Rin shook her head, "I'm not your doll, Azu. Stop treating me like one."
"Oh! Don't be so serious and dramatic!" Azusa laughed.
* * * *
Monday 12:34 P.M.
Haru sat outside in the courtyard enjoying the loud, angry music in his portable c.d. player. He
sat under a tree, his legs spread out and arms limply at his sides. The tree branches blew in the
light breeze causing checkered patterns of light to dance on the green, lush grass. Though it was
beginning to get chilly, it was still a nice day. He took in a deep breath of cold air and
sighed. Most people were in the cafeteria eating, socializing. Why? Why couldn't he just go in
there and sit at the table with his friends? What was wrong with him?
Rin . . .
The name came to mind. He closed his eyes and pictured her perfect face in his mind. Her large,
dark eyes, those full, colored lips, lucious dark trendals of hair cascading down her back, and
that calm, sultry voice. The way her hips swayed gently as she walked with those long, pale legs.
He smiled, remembering the way his name played on her lips, the way she'd smile so mysteriously,
the way she kissed . . . the way her icy voice pierced and cracked his heart. The way he lost
control . . .
"Haru." Yuki's voice broke his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked up at his older cousin.
"Hello, Yuki." Haru said, turning off his cd player. "Where's Tohru-san?"
"Honda-san is eating lunch with Uotani-san, Hanajima-san and Momiji." Yuki said. "I came to talk
to you." Yuki took a seat beside his cousing leaning agianst the tree.
"What about Kyo?"
"I don't care where that Baka Neko is." Yuki's voice, which had once been filled with icy hate
for Kyo, only displayed simple irritation and dislike. Haru was amazed at how much the two boys
had changed due to Tohru-kun's kindness. They got along much better then they ever had, and Haru
was very grateful. But, he still wanted to beat Kyo at martial arts one day. For fun of course.
"You didn't answer my question this morning." Yuki said calmly. "It's not my place to pry into
your and Rin's relationship, or what's left of it, but I don't like how it's affecting you."
Haru looked at Yuki, a gentle smile spreading on his face, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
Yuki looked his cousin in the eye, "If you say so, I won't pry. And I'll call you next time Rin
randomly drops by so you don't come over and destroy another lamp. That was a Tiffany original."
"I apologize for losing my temper." Haru said. "I'll pay for the lamp."
"No," Yuki said. "It doesn't matter. I'd better go, I have to help the English Language teacher
grade test papers. You should go eat lunch with Honda-san and the others, it will do you some
good. Maybe it will get your mind of her." He stood and dusted off his pants.
"I'm trying out for a band."
"What?" Yuki looked back at his mellow cousin.
"I have an audition for a band," Haru repeated clearly, "I met them Saturday night when I was
lost. They're very good and they want me to play with them." He played with a rock on the ground;
rolling it in circles with the palm of his hand.
Yuki smiled gently, "That's good. I'm glad Haru has found a life out of the reach of the
Sohma's."
"Yuki?"
He laughed quietly, "What I mean is, I'm happy for you. I think that if the Jyunnishi tried to
lead more normal lives by doing things they wouldn't normaly do, we'd all be much happier. "
"I see." Haru smiled at Yuki, "Thanks. I'll tell you if I make it in, I really hope I do."
"Though," Yuki said thoughtfully, "I had no idea that you played an insturment."
"I just strum on the guitar a little." He said modestly.
Yuki looked down at his watch, "Now I really DO have to go. Talk to you later, Haru. Good luck
with the band audition!"
Haru smiled after Yuki and pressed play on his CD player, feeling a little better.
* * * *
4:01 p.m.
Haru walked into the dirty, grimy garage behind the bike store 'Strider'. The large doors were
open and half-built bikes were all over the place. Some leaned against the walls indolently,
unable to keep themselves up, others stood on platforms waiting to be repaired. Tools, some
greased up, some perfectly clean, were cluttered in giant masses on a large counter that rounded
it's way through the large garage. A many with long wavy, dark brown hair, tanned skin, dressed
in a grey, grease spotted jump suit with a cigarret in his mouth and a rench in his hand leaned
over a 1955 Harly. He looked up as he heard Haru's boots click on the greased cement.
"Hey," he said seriously, looking up at the boy. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Haru said unmoved. "A lots been happening."
"I figured that much out when you didn't show up for work on Sunday," The man tossed the rench
onto the self with a loud clatter. "HOw are you feeling? Your dad said that you were sick or
something."
"Yeah, I was," He lied silently thinking to himself that if sleeping for a whole day was an
illness, then he was VERY VERY sick. "Sorry, Takumi-san."
"Don't sweat over it," Takumi said lighting up a cigarette, "But your lover as missed you
terribly."
Haru looked over at the beautiful Akira look-alike in the back of the shop. He had been working
on last coat of paint last friday and it was nearly complete and ready for sell. Of course,
Takumi didn't know that Haru was planning to buy it himself if he saved up enough money in time.
Yes, that bike would be his even if he had to steal it and never ride it. That bike would belong
to HIM.
"When you finish her," Takumi blew smoke from his nose, "You're welcome to name her. She's
gonna be the monster of the roads when she's ready. Perhaps you can take her for the first test
drive, ne? Would you like too, Haru?"
"Hell yeah," Haru said in his monotonous voice, "I'd give anything to do that."
"Okay," Takumi smirked, "A days worth of painting should be worth it. The paint will be dry in
about two days so you can take her for a spin then, alright?"
"It's a date," Haru walked over to it and ran his hands over the cold steel of his tire hood.
He touched it like a man would stroke his lover in the heat of intense passion. He already knew
exactly what it would be called and he smiled as the name formed on his lips though he never
spoke it out loud. He could feel the taste of it in his mouth already. "I'll get changed."
"Good." Takumi said, "I don't need you getting all aroused before you even finish it. You can do
that while riding her, ne?" Takumi winked and crushed the half-smoked cigarette under his heal.
"Haha," Haru said sarcastically as he walked to the small office/locker room in the corner of
the garage. He shut the door behind him quietly, leaving Takumi to ponder the boy's attitude.
Though he was used to Haru's calm, expressionless exterior, he'd never seen him THIS depressed
before. He hid it well, but those dark eyes of his betrayed him, along with even darker circles
under them. His skin was pale and he looked as if he hadn't eaten in a couple of days. Sometimes
physical appearences could give one away better then words.
"I wonder what happened to him," Takumi said going back to the Harley he'd been working on.
"I think it needs new brakes," He mumbled quietly to himself.
* * * *
"RIN! Wait up!" Azu called running as fast as she could to her friend. "Damn you walk fast!" Her
uniform was no longer in perfect condition. The bow that went around her neck was hanging losly
around her shoulders, her blazer was unbuttoned and she wore a pair of converses instead of her
usual uniformed shoes. Rin was still the perfect school girl though.
"No," Rin smiled, "Your legs are just too short."
"HEY!" Azu pouted, though she was happy to see Rin acting normal agian. She'd been overly
depressed all day and no matter what Azu couldn't drag the reason from the girl. It was
grinding on her nerves and uncontrollable curiosity.
"So you want to go get some ice-cream?" Azu asked. "Taki-kun's going, pleeeeeease come!"
Rin's eyebrow involuntarily twitched, "Samu-san doesn't like me much."
"Yes he does!" Azu argued, "You're just trying to find an excuse to go home and mope about! Well,
I'm not gonna let you do that. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I did, now would I?"
Rin sighed in defeat, "Fine, you win. But you're treating."
"Nope!" Azu winked, "Taki-kun is. He just got paid and just so you know, he was the one who
suggested that you come! Of course, you didn't hear that from me."
"Azu," Rin looked at her seriously, "What would you do if Samu-san hated you? "
Azu's head went to the side like a confused puppy making her look ultra adorable, "I would be
very sad. Taki-kun is one of my best friends and even more, though I don't think he sees it that
way. But, I would never stop crying if Taki-kun suddenly hated me. I love Taki-kun the most."
Rin smiled sadly and wrapped her arm around her friends shoulder, "How about that ice-cream, ne? I want chocolate-vanilla swirl, what about you?"
"I want blueberry!"
"Blueberry? Do they even sell Blueberry ice-cream?"
Azu giggled, "Well, they'd better or I'm gonna jack them up!"
Rin laughed and walked hand in hand with Azu down the street towards a certain bike garage
where Samu Taki was awaiting them.
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author's note
this chapter is pretty short. o.o took me awhile to get it out, ne? Well that's because I've
suddenly been struck by Trigun-fever. It's over taken my life . . . *looks at her fruits
basket dvds* Poor things, they're collecting dust! I'm gonna have to watch them again. Here's
chapter 3! Please review!!
Chaos
