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Chapter 2:
"Takuma, detectives didn't sing James Bond," Skiki drawled lazily around a stick of pocky.
Takuma glanced at his lover and newly recruited partner-in-crime "Eh? This is Mission Impossible!"
At the brunette's clueless look, Takuma resolved to introduce Shiki to the wonders of human entertainment sometime. Soon.
"Hm." the brunette replied, walking with his friend down the long halls in silence. He nibbled on his treat quietly, sending a thoughtful glance at Takuma, who was still nibbling on the shortbread cookies they had stolen from the Moon Dorms kitchens.
"Do you actually have a plan?" he mumbled, giving up on his blond friend.
Takuma turned to Shiki with an indignant look. "Of course! Well, no, not really."
"You don't have a plan for what?" A deep voice behind them asked.
The two "detectives" turned to face the red-headed vampire that was sauntering lazily towards them.
"Akatsuki-san!" he put his hand over his heart dramatically. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Kain brushed off Takuma's accusations, knowing full well vampires didn't-couldn't- have heart attacks, and raised an eyebrow, looking the two vampires over carefully.
"What are you wearing?"
"We're detectives," Shiki spoke up. If anyone (other than Kaname, who Shiki would kill himself before admitting what Takuma was doing to) could talk some sense into the vice-president, it was Kain.
"Oh. Have fun."
No! His last hope was gone! Senri should have known Kain wouldn't help; after all, he did put up with Aidou-san's never-ending antics.
The resigned vampire turned the other way and followed Takuma to the Moon Dorms' lounge room.
"Takuma, I'm not kidding, what are we doing?"
Takuma tapped his finger against his cheek thoughtfully. "Hmm. Let's start interviewing people!" he exclaimed.
"..."
"What?"
"Kaname will get suspicious."
Takuma flopped onto the nearest couch with a huff. "What do you suggest?"
"Let's just watch him for a while," the model offered, sitting languidly next to the blond.
"What?! We can't... Wait, that's a good idea. Okay!" the blond vampire jumped off the sofa, his energy renewed. "But I'm keeping my fedora."
Shiki Senri sighed heavily. At least Takuma was a good liar, however unbelievable his story may be, he thought after hearing the blond vampire spout the same story about his fedora for the millionth time.
With each telling, it seemed to grow longer and more unbelievable, and yet everyone seemed to buy it. Really, couldn't a person walk into class wearing a funny hat without the entire world wondering why?
"Did that hat really belong to old Ichiou when he worked as a government agent but was really a double-crossing spy for the Italian Mafioso who sold their secrets to the KGB and the British, and Takuma's wearing it for good luck because it saved his creepy grandfather from the Redcoats and Takuma's sure it'll protect him from the ninjas he thought he saw while walking to class last night?" Rima murmured, taking a seat next to her best friend. She pulled out her notebook and flipped lazily through the pages without sparing Shiki a second glance. Shiki rolled his eyes.
"No."
"Ah," she said disinterestedly, and reached for his box of chocolate pocky.
Shiki gave her a tiny, grateful smile, then sighed as he turned back to listen to Takuma again. He was going to have to keep all of Takuma's stories straight, because he was certain his ditzy lover wouldn't.
Senri shifted his focus again, this time onto the pureblood that had just entered their darkened classroom. Just what was Kaname-sama's problem, anyways? He looked fine. Staring at the vampire prince as he took up his usual spot against the ornate windows, Shiki supposed he did notice some differences. The pureblood's regal brows were furrowed more than usual, his face looked tired and worn, and for a few seconds his mask of nonchalance cracked and Senri caught... Was that longing? But the emotion was gone in an instant, and when the young model glanced out the window in the direction Kaname had been staring, all he saw was the moody silver-haired prefect- what was his name again?- patrolling the Academy grounds as usual. Hm, Shiki thought, maybe that little brunette guardian was there a minute ago?
Mentally shaking his head, the model turned his attention back to Takuma and the professor.
Eeep! It's been weeks! ^^; I'm sure none of you want to hear my lame excuses *cough*school*cough, so I'll just skip to the apology- I'm sorry! I'll do better next time ;)
Oh yeah! Thank you guys so much for reviewing. I really do appreciate it, I just keep forgetting to reply… ^^;
Anyways, sorry for the once-again actionless and boring chapter. I'm working on that too, I swear :)
Ummm… I'm terribly worried about characterizations. I know Takuma is wayyy out of character, I'm just not sure how to fix him! Any suggestions?
~ Aly