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A/N: Even though I have one reviewer so far, I'm going to stay true to that reviewer and give them another chapter.
Chapter 2: He's back
Rei turned around to see none other than, Masoa. The one who tried to end both Kira and Rei's lives was standing right there in front of them, smiling. He looked at Rei and smiled then handed him a hundred dollar bill. Rei stole a glance at the bill but quickly returned his gaze back to Masoa.
Masoa watched Rei's face as it turned from shocked to confused. He didn't understand why the blonde stranger was looking at him so funny, but he did notice the long haired girl next to him. This girl he remembered, the one who tried to take something away from him. She's the one who screwed up his life by causing him to be put in a psychiatric center. She's the one- the one, who must die. After recalling his feelings of hatred towards the girl in his dark mind he remembered the stares of the others at the dining table. He looked at the boy blonde and bent over into his ear and whispered. "I heard you were running low on cash, so I thought I'd help you out." He then slapped the bill in Rei's hand and returned from whence he came.
"Masoa." Kira whispered in a trembling voice. The silent three heard her and nodded their heads in agreement. Rei was the first to form a complete sentence at the table.
"Why do you think he was here?"
"I don't know." Spoke Tatsuya. "The cops said he didn't remember you right? So maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe he happened to be here and heard your little dilemma about the bill and was trying to be a good person and help you out. Speaking of the bill, you got that hundred bucks now so you can pay for out meals."
"No. We can't just take his money. I mean its a hundred dollars. That's a lot of money to just be giving away." Exclaimed Kira.
"Well maybe he struck oil somewhere and got rich. Besides we really need the money right now, plus he gave it to me of his own free will, I say we keep it." said Rei.
"No." Kira stood up, took the money and began running in the direction Masoa had gone. Rei got up after her but slammed into some waiter carrying fajitas that were steaming hot. The fajitas fell on his lap (that probably didn't feel too good.) and he tried crab walking backwards to get away from flaming food.
Meanwhile, Kira was running down the street looking for Masoa. She looked down alleyways and asked people if they had seen him. But all the while she was doing this the person she was looking for was right behind her. She stopped at one last store, an art supply store actually, and went to the double doors. As soon as she had her hand wrapped around the handle a firm hand grasped her on the shoulder. She whirled around quickly to see a smiling Masoa, standing in the shadows.
"Kira Aso. It's been a long time hasn't it?"
Kira stood with fear as she pressed the hundred dollar bill to her chest. "Y-yes. It has been."
"What's wrong? You look frightened, almost like you'd seen a ghost."
'Or an escaped psycho.' Kira thought. Masoa started walking towards her with light footsteps on the damp concrete block. With every step forward Kira moved backwards. Still clutching the money to her bosom she quickly shot it out at him. He was temporarily surprised by her action but soon concealed it. He looked at the money in curiosity and pretend confusion.
"H-here. This is the money you gave Re-. I mean my husband." Kira was afraid to say Rei's name. What if she had said it and it jogged Masoa's memory. She didn't want that, nobody did.
"What? Why are you handing it back to me, you don't like generosity?" he said annoyed.
"No. We just thought that this was a lot of money to just be giving away is all." She shifted her position on the walk becoming uncomfortable.
With Rei
Rei finally got the flaming fajitas off his crotch and started back to finding Kira. She was probably at least three blocks away by now. He ran by every store making sure to check in every alley and extremely shady places. He came to an art supply store with two double doors, but there was no one around. 'Maybe she's inside getting paints or something' he hoped. He started to make his way towards the store when the wind picked up and blew something his way, that was creating an annoying scraping sound. He bent down to pick up a one hundred dollar bill torn in half.
A/N: So? You likey? Dislikey? R&R! Sorry it's a cliffy. I guess I just love torturing my single reader. Hope you liked it!