This site's new layout is confusing me. I know it's not confusing and I'm stupid, but… hush.
Anyway; greetings from Kurmoi with another update! I know it's been a long time in coming, but, to be honest, I totally forgot about my stories here. –Insert sheepish grin here- Hence the lack of updates! So hopefully the next update won't be quite so long in coming, and hopefully you enjoy this chapter!
The scent of burning hair immediately filled the air as light blonde was charred to straw-like black in seconds. Helena immediately batted away the sparks, glaring at her. She returned the glare tenfold. Before she could say anything else, Helena had turned around and stormed away, with a visible dark spot on her hair. Her fan-club followed her.
"Good work, Ay," she was started back to reality with a hand on her backside.
"Fuck off or you'll get the same thing. Got it? And this time, I'll douse you in alcohol first."
She jabbed him in the toe with the heel of her shoe, simultaneously elbowing him off her.
"Come on, sweetie-pie. You know you want me…" Zack's tone was sugary sweet.
"I want a buffalo to come up and molest me more then I want you. Can't you take a bloody hint? Or has the hair gel really clogged up your brain that much?"
"Aww, sweetie! That cut deep!"
"Not as deep as you will be in shit if you keep this stupid act up, Zack! Fuck off and leave me alone! Got it?"
"Ayane?"
She glanced up at the sound of that oh-so familiar voice. The voice that had brought her so much anger and pain, but so much happiness at the same time. "Hayabusa? What are you doing here?"
Emerald seemed almost unfocused as he looked at her. "Nothing much."
He looked as though he had been hit over the head, actually. That dazed sort of look that people she knew wore when they were high on some drug. But Hayabusa would never do that. She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I reckon. You look as though you're on drugs."
He blinked at her in an almost delayed reaction, but said nothing. There's something odd, different about the way he's acting. Sure, it's been a while since I've seen him. But if I didn't know better, I would really say that he's on drugs. But he can't be. This is Mr-Straight-and-Narrow. Wait. This is Mr-Straight-and-Narrow-who-got-drunk-down-at-the-pub once before he was actually allowed to drink, and Mr-Straight-and-Narrow-who-used-fake-ID-to-get-more-alcohol. I wouldn't know anything much about him if it came and popped up in my soup bowl. Unless it was his-
"Who's this, Ay?" Zack turned to stare at her, interrupting her train of thought.
"None of your fucking business," she managed to spit out, each word tinged with malice.
"You her boyfriend, dude?" Zack questioned Hayabusa, who shook his head wordlessly.
Yeah, damn straight. Not my boyfriend… now…
Okay, Ayane. Quit that train of thought right there. He's not worth getting a sore head over.
I really think it could have worked. Perhaps. Or perhaps not.
"Where'd you go?" she exclaimed, completely ignoring Zack. "You just disappeared on us."
"Not that far. How was your final year?"
Sure, he looked out of it but his conversation was at least halfway decent. Better then the alternative. "Alright, I guess. Nothing to write home about, so to speak."
"Don't worry, chickie, I can give you something to write home about," Zack interjected.
"You keep this up and you'll be writing home to say you have no balls. Got it?"
"Aww… Ay, stop trying to play hard-to-get. You know you want me…"
"Leave her be," Hayabusa suddenly instructed.
Both she and Zack turned questioningly to Hayabusa.
"What?" she asked. Zack looked equally clueless.
"She obviously does not wish to be the target of your affections. Leave her be."
"C'mon, man," Zack protested. "She's not yours, so it's none of your business whether she's playing hard-to-get or not, dude."
"She has more sense then desiring you for a partner. Leave her alone."
She smirked when Zack missed the insult.
"What he's trying to say, Zack, is fuck off and leave me the hell alone before he kicks your sorry arse from here to next year. Right?"
Hayabusa looked down at her. "Something like that."
Zack frowned, but walked away as she looped her arm through Hayabusa's. "So. Long time no see, huh?"
As soon as they were around the corner, he subtly removed his arm from hers. "Yes. How have you been?"
"Fine. What do you expect me to say?"
Hayabusa shrugged, stopping outside a door. "This would be my stop."
"Alright, then," There was obviously something very different between them now. She didn't know what it was, but something was certainly there that hadn't been there before. "Bye."
"Goodbye, Ayane."
He turned to shut the door, but on an impulse, she stopped him.
"Hayabusa. What's different between us now?"
He raised emerald eyes to her face. "Everything, Ayane. Everything."
She tried to say something else, but he had gone. She stared at the solid wooden door for a while as she tried to discern his words, with no luck.
