-Raven's POV

I was sleeping soundly as usual until her mails arrive like usual, this time it's 444 mails.

The heck, you tryna curse me or something, Cat bone?

I don't bother to type any reply and just get ready for school even though I wish I wouldn't have to go at all. She did ask me to hear her sing once more, gotta go or she will pull the chainsaw on me again.

I shudder on the thought.

...

"You're late." She looks at me with a scowl.

"You never even tell me when should we meet, duh."
"It's a common sense to ask for meeting time when you don't know when to meet, moron."

Is it even like that?

"Anyways, I'm here. You can sing anytime you want."
"... Hmph."

Ara sighs before taking a deep breath.
I pay close attention to her and stare pretty hard on her body.

"... That's disgusting. Stop staring at me so lewdly, dog bone!"
"But you have a nice body."

"OKAY OKAY I GOT IT, KEEP THAT CHAINSAW AWAY I SWEAR TO EL!"

My El, I almost lost my life for that reply. I should mind my manner like for real.

After about three seconds of silence she starts singing.

"From that day... I keep waiting..."
"...?"

I didn't notice it at first but the song she's singing at the moment seems pretty familiar.

"I want you to come back, but you never do..."

Yes. I swear I've heard this song somewhere before.
If I remember correctly it's from when I was 5 years old...

"Why would you promise to return if you couldn't keep that promise...?"

... No way.

Could it be...?

"... Rara...?"
"!?"

The moment that word slips, Ara stops singing.

"You, what did you call me again?"
"Uh..."

Crap.

"Why did you know that nickname? Who told you about it? There's no one but him would remember about that."

I have to make my escape like right now.

"Wait!"

She tries to stop me but I jump out of the window from the second floor.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, RAVEN!"

She calls my name for the first time but I won't stop.
Not after I remember what happened back then.

-Ara's POV

"I SAID WAIT!"

Raven doesn't bother to hear me, he just keeps running.

Realizing it's futile to pursue him any further, I stop.
Besides...

"... He knows about the song and my nickname."

The song itself is nothing special, it's just a song anyone can know.
But the fact he called me 'Rara' is something I can't let go.

There shouldn't be anyone other than him that know that nickname.

"... And he's not black."

(No racism intended!)

Author's Note: It's been years, here's an update!