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Chapter Two: It Begins

"I-I'm sorry Miyazawa…" Arima stuttered lowly, his eyes quickly losing contact with hers.

What? Why was he stuttering? The thought soon vanished from her mind, when a large, quirky smile spread across face remembering all that she had in plan for the innocent boy standing before her.

"Is something wrong Miyazawa?" Arima asked, looking at her quite strangely. What? Ohhh! She was cackling, cackling like a witch ready to poison the beautiful princess! The evil glint in her eyes was very apparent and quite frightening too.

Glancing around her, the class had turned silent, staring intently at her crazed acts of laughing. Holding her glare (and suppressing her cackles), she stared back at Arima as if she was trying to shoot a bullet through him from her eyes.

Ohhhh, he would pay. Yes, that he would. 

And so, Miyazawa Yukino's delightful, yet all while evil plans of torture among the innocent boy started.

"No, I'm alright Arima" She smiled, a supposedly pure, sappy smile letting others witness that she was probably the nicest person in the universe.

"That's good" A look of sheet relief flitted across his face, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

What? He was relieved? Relieved for what? That she was alright? Why was he blushing?

An unknown smirk made its way across her face.

Perfect! So, the male image of perfection had a crush on her? Ohhhh! How perfect everything seemed to fall into place for the mahogany eyed girl. Her somewhat innocent torture would now be double the fun.

Settling in her seat, class began.

She, of course, a studious and alert student, scribbled notes of every possible important thing that the teacher had to say. Switching her gaze quickly to the dusky haired boy, she noticed he was just as "indulged" in the lesson as she was. But! Not for long…

"Who'd like to answer this question" Yukino heard the teacher drone in a slow, bored slur. Yukino, of course, raised her hand high, it stretching to its full height while Arima raised a meek hand, quietly trying not to arouse any attention.

"Yukino?"

Upon hearing her name, she was ready to give the teacher the proper answer but then she saw Arima's hand, quietly raised, and smirked evilly deciding to inject some "sweetness" into the already torturous situation.

"Oh! Well, it seems that Arima knows the answer too, so I'll let him go" Yukino smiled politely, using a gentle, candy-laced voice. Arima stared at her, a deer in the headlights, his cheeks turning slightly warm.

Yukino chuckled wickedly to herself noticing the warmth spreading across Arima's cheeks.

Oh, this would surely be a lot of fun.

Yukino, to her own disgrace, soon heard chuckles and snickers around her.

"Sooo, Yukino didn't know the answer, and she decided to act smart by handing the question over to Arima instead?" She heard some girls giggle with venom under their breaths.

"Yeah, she acts so smart but she really isn't…" The giggles heightened, the evil passing of words against Yukino still flying quietly about the room. Humph. They think she couldn't hear them? She wasn't deaf!

Yukino glared. Glared hard.

It was his fault. It was all his fault. It was all and always his fault.

Moving her hard glare toward Arima, she decided to make the game (still only known by her) more intense. Noticing her hard gaze, he cocked his head lightly towards her direction and smiled softly, his eyes drowning into hers. She grunted to herself, gruffly turning back to the lesson.

Arima Souichirou was going to pay.

The bell rang, students rustling out of their seats to reach the blessed sunshine that was just outside. Chatter aroused among her classmates, of course her, not being included. Though, she didn't mind, she would just quietly sit down and enjoy a good read with herself and a book. Usually it was a book of some sort of study pretending that she was always studious and loved school. It was like that. Every day. Though…

What could she do to the poor, unexpected Arima next?

A small, low cackle rumbled inside of her throat.

Ohhh, something he definitely wasn't expecting!  

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