Chpt 6 - Two is Better Than One
How could she have forgotten? How could she have possibly been that stupid? She was even the one who set the date. Now that she had been confronted with her own plans it was all so perfectly clear to her...
*Flashback*
It had been only the day before when she thought that relations between her and the mystery new boy in school couldn't get any worse. Yet, as is always bound to happen in such a situation, they did. It was a Friday afternoon, the last class of the day, and she thought that the torture was almost over. Unbeknownst to her, the day had one last surprise left in store. She was doodling idely on her newest notebook, a small cluster of broken hearts on the pink cover, when she heard her name. Glanceing upward at the voice which emminatted across the room she found it belonged to her science teacher, Mrs. Yukimora. Her attention span had been fleeting and to her great relife the teacher had only been listing off something, not asking her a question on the current topic. Rini's name was, shortly there after, followed by a name all to familiar to her in the last few weeks, Mishy Terikota. Suddenly realization hit her as to the scenerio she was no a part of. One month to the day away was the annual Tokeyo Jr. science fair. This was the list of parteners set up by the teachers as they were every year. But there was no way that she was going to work with that jerk, not after the way he'd treated her in the park. Yet her objection will forever remain a mystery as the bell rang signalling the end of class and, amidst the confusion, Rini not only lost sight of many of her "friends" but the teacher as well. It was then that he approached her, his air of "holier than thou" still radiating from their last encounter. After much yelling on her part, and much silence on his, a place and date were set to begin the project...
*end flashback*
That day was today. She had just enough time she figured to make herself look descent, then she headed off down the stairs. As she aproached the other preteen her right arm slipped quietly behind her back, concealing from view all scars and scrapes still left upon it. Instead reaching out with her left she grabbed his arm and began to lead him back toward her room. No words were exchanged, none needed to be said because for all they cared about, this was buisness, plain and simple. Entering into the darkness that was Rini's room, Mishy squinted slightly in hopes of gaining any sort of perception of what lied within. The annoyance could be heard in Rini's exasperated sigh as she saw the change in expression on his face and flipped on the light to give the boy a better view. Moving across the floor with an angelic grace, Rini placed herself solidly upon the edge of the bed and, with a single twitch of her head and neck, motioned for the other to enter.
He stopped two to three feet away from both her and the bed and stood, nearly centered in the room. There he allowed himself adaquit time to glance around the room and soak in the details of Rini's dwelling. The room took up the part of any normal preteen girl's room and if any other boy were to enter at this very moment it would have been no more than pink and frills, but Mishy was no normal boy. His ice blue eyes, ever so subtly, stopped as he moved from one end of the room to the other. Something was not right here. The make-up on the vanity was skewn about and unorganized. There was a spot on the floor where it shone with a fresh wetness as if just mopped up. Yet the finnal note that gave away the condition of the girl in the room was seen as she readjusted herself upon the bed, making sure not to give sight to her right arm. He began the conversation with his useual hautyness, but unbeknownst to her, his tactics were not meant to discover a science project, though that's what he spoke of. His words drew out topic after topic until finally the dam of her annoyance broke and she let loose with a roar,
"Talk, talk, talk, is that all you do Mr. high and mighty?"
As her voice rose her hands flew to accent them to their most pivital point. Yet out of nowhere another hand shot and latched onto Rini's right forarm, the smirk on it's owners face unmistakable. His look of satifaction at achiving his goal was fleeting, though, as he found what is was the girl had attempted to hide ever since his arrival.
"What happened?"
The concern in his voice was true which, in and of itself, was a shock to Rini. He reached out with his free hand to trace the cut in Rini's palm with his index finger when she reeled away from him holding her right wrist with her left hand protectively. Under her breath she mutter about how he should mind his own buisiness, yet that did not deture him in his assult on her arm. He lunged forward with lightening speed, again grasping her arm and pullin it out to make it more visable. This time when she moved to retrive her arm from his grasp, he was ready. Her lips curled up in a vicious snarl, but he paid no heed as he continued to examine her hand, checking each cut in it's own time and with each touch causeing her to flinch ever so slightly. Suddenly releaseing her, Mishy moved quickly toward the doorway where, unbeknownst to her, he had dropped his bag earlier and began to rummaged through the contents with a pourpose that as of yet remained unseen. Returning with a small tube of disinfecting ointment and a pack of bandages he set about the task of mending her palm. Through a combination of confusion and amazement, Rini did not resist. The feel of his hands against her own was something she had not felt before. They worked delicately and with a quickness she had never seen but were rough, though they looked smooth to the touch. She watched the floor as he applied the bandages and only as he finished, looked up. There she found his ice blue eyes but inches from her own. That hardened face stareing deep into her eyes and somewhere in the depths of her soul, she knew she had been in this situation before. She had seen this boy before, though he had just come here meer months ago.
"I belive we've both had enough for tonight."
Mishy's statement drew her out of the trance she had fallen into. She watched as he withdrew his prescence from hers and set about the task of organizeing the medical supplies he, for some odd reason, had brought with him. She watched him move back across the floor of her room toward his bag. His feet floated gracefully over the wooden beams of the floor and appeared to almost hover just above the ground due to the smoothness with which he walked. As he sholdered his bag he turned back to find the girl whom he had just given aid to in the same position he left her in. Giving one last glance around the room his eyes fell on something they had missed before. Hidden within the shadows atop her dresser, there sat a bloody rose. Raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly she followed his gaze to the blossom then dropped her head to the floor, unable to deny what he saw. Yet there were no words of concern spoken, or any of annoyance as she had expected. Instead as she glanced up she saw the platinum haired boy reach withing his jacket and pull forth a flower almost identical to the other.
"Here," he said, "Two is always better than one..." and with that, he left, tossing the rose across the room to land atop the first.
How could she have forgotten? How could she have possibly been that stupid? She was even the one who set the date. Now that she had been confronted with her own plans it was all so perfectly clear to her...
*Flashback*
It had been only the day before when she thought that relations between her and the mystery new boy in school couldn't get any worse. Yet, as is always bound to happen in such a situation, they did. It was a Friday afternoon, the last class of the day, and she thought that the torture was almost over. Unbeknownst to her, the day had one last surprise left in store. She was doodling idely on her newest notebook, a small cluster of broken hearts on the pink cover, when she heard her name. Glanceing upward at the voice which emminatted across the room she found it belonged to her science teacher, Mrs. Yukimora. Her attention span had been fleeting and to her great relife the teacher had only been listing off something, not asking her a question on the current topic. Rini's name was, shortly there after, followed by a name all to familiar to her in the last few weeks, Mishy Terikota. Suddenly realization hit her as to the scenerio she was no a part of. One month to the day away was the annual Tokeyo Jr. science fair. This was the list of parteners set up by the teachers as they were every year. But there was no way that she was going to work with that jerk, not after the way he'd treated her in the park. Yet her objection will forever remain a mystery as the bell rang signalling the end of class and, amidst the confusion, Rini not only lost sight of many of her "friends" but the teacher as well. It was then that he approached her, his air of "holier than thou" still radiating from their last encounter. After much yelling on her part, and much silence on his, a place and date were set to begin the project...
*end flashback*
That day was today. She had just enough time she figured to make herself look descent, then she headed off down the stairs. As she aproached the other preteen her right arm slipped quietly behind her back, concealing from view all scars and scrapes still left upon it. Instead reaching out with her left she grabbed his arm and began to lead him back toward her room. No words were exchanged, none needed to be said because for all they cared about, this was buisness, plain and simple. Entering into the darkness that was Rini's room, Mishy squinted slightly in hopes of gaining any sort of perception of what lied within. The annoyance could be heard in Rini's exasperated sigh as she saw the change in expression on his face and flipped on the light to give the boy a better view. Moving across the floor with an angelic grace, Rini placed herself solidly upon the edge of the bed and, with a single twitch of her head and neck, motioned for the other to enter.
He stopped two to three feet away from both her and the bed and stood, nearly centered in the room. There he allowed himself adaquit time to glance around the room and soak in the details of Rini's dwelling. The room took up the part of any normal preteen girl's room and if any other boy were to enter at this very moment it would have been no more than pink and frills, but Mishy was no normal boy. His ice blue eyes, ever so subtly, stopped as he moved from one end of the room to the other. Something was not right here. The make-up on the vanity was skewn about and unorganized. There was a spot on the floor where it shone with a fresh wetness as if just mopped up. Yet the finnal note that gave away the condition of the girl in the room was seen as she readjusted herself upon the bed, making sure not to give sight to her right arm. He began the conversation with his useual hautyness, but unbeknownst to her, his tactics were not meant to discover a science project, though that's what he spoke of. His words drew out topic after topic until finally the dam of her annoyance broke and she let loose with a roar,
"Talk, talk, talk, is that all you do Mr. high and mighty?"
As her voice rose her hands flew to accent them to their most pivital point. Yet out of nowhere another hand shot and latched onto Rini's right forarm, the smirk on it's owners face unmistakable. His look of satifaction at achiving his goal was fleeting, though, as he found what is was the girl had attempted to hide ever since his arrival.
"What happened?"
The concern in his voice was true which, in and of itself, was a shock to Rini. He reached out with his free hand to trace the cut in Rini's palm with his index finger when she reeled away from him holding her right wrist with her left hand protectively. Under her breath she mutter about how he should mind his own buisiness, yet that did not deture him in his assult on her arm. He lunged forward with lightening speed, again grasping her arm and pullin it out to make it more visable. This time when she moved to retrive her arm from his grasp, he was ready. Her lips curled up in a vicious snarl, but he paid no heed as he continued to examine her hand, checking each cut in it's own time and with each touch causeing her to flinch ever so slightly. Suddenly releaseing her, Mishy moved quickly toward the doorway where, unbeknownst to her, he had dropped his bag earlier and began to rummaged through the contents with a pourpose that as of yet remained unseen. Returning with a small tube of disinfecting ointment and a pack of bandages he set about the task of mending her palm. Through a combination of confusion and amazement, Rini did not resist. The feel of his hands against her own was something she had not felt before. They worked delicately and with a quickness she had never seen but were rough, though they looked smooth to the touch. She watched the floor as he applied the bandages and only as he finished, looked up. There she found his ice blue eyes but inches from her own. That hardened face stareing deep into her eyes and somewhere in the depths of her soul, she knew she had been in this situation before. She had seen this boy before, though he had just come here meer months ago.
"I belive we've both had enough for tonight."
Mishy's statement drew her out of the trance she had fallen into. She watched as he withdrew his prescence from hers and set about the task of organizeing the medical supplies he, for some odd reason, had brought with him. She watched him move back across the floor of her room toward his bag. His feet floated gracefully over the wooden beams of the floor and appeared to almost hover just above the ground due to the smoothness with which he walked. As he sholdered his bag he turned back to find the girl whom he had just given aid to in the same position he left her in. Giving one last glance around the room his eyes fell on something they had missed before. Hidden within the shadows atop her dresser, there sat a bloody rose. Raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly she followed his gaze to the blossom then dropped her head to the floor, unable to deny what he saw. Yet there were no words of concern spoken, or any of annoyance as she had expected. Instead as she glanced up she saw the platinum haired boy reach withing his jacket and pull forth a flower almost identical to the other.
"Here," he said, "Two is always better than one..." and with that, he left, tossing the rose across the room to land atop the first.