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Chapter 2: Preparation
Matoi found this the most amusing part of the job, but not the most exciting. Going up the marble staircase into a government building, she stopped to look around the clearly labeled rooms. She stopped under "census", and continued through the doorway. Cubicles were dotted everywhere through the castle of productivity. The whisper of phone calls and the typing of keyboards was a familiar tone to her. She strode towards the black metal cabinets. Matoi ran her finger slowly down the cabinets, stopping at I- Itoshiki.
Matoi opened the black door to attempt to find the vanilla colored folder that read "Nozomu Itoshiki." She took out a grey small spiral notebook and pen. Balancing the folder on her knee, she quickly wrote down all his information. Trying to silently escape, she looked up to see a man, about 25 years old.
"Didn't you already get arrested once?" he said disapprovingly, as if he was a father telling his daughter to stop slacking off.
Hiroshi had been leaning against the tower of papers. He was very tall, had forest green eyes, and shaggy, greasy brown hair. He had been an intern for the lawyer that divorced Matoi's parents, and knew very well about Matoi's behaviors as well.
"Shut up, that was a fluke. This one is definitely mine," Matoi retorted. She gave a menacing stare that had the intensity of a newly sharpened dagger. Hiroshi made a motion and they both went to the front of the building. The area they went into was secluded, and they couldn't be heard.
"So who is the new man?" He went out and said it. There was no way around that first question. Matoi puffed out her chest like a little kid trying to show how strong he was.
"Nozomu Itoshiki, he already confessed his love to me".
"How?" Hiroshi said curiously, expecting an irrational remark.
"He said I could die with him at any time," She defiantly said.
Hiroshi pondered her words for a minute. He always hoped she would find someone; however, those words did seem a bit unnerving.
"Are you sure he's not just a lunatic?" Hiroshi asked cautiously.
"No! How could you say that?" Matoi defensively said. Hiroshi then shrugged and stood up. He looked down almost in remorse.
"I'm sorry; I'm just looking out for you. I have a bad feeling about this. You're going to get caught by someone, and then the truth will surface. I'm a prosecutor, and if I have you, you aren't getting off easy. Please Matoi, think first, and don't rush," Hiroshi said. Matoi's rage let up, and her face softened.
"Thank you for looking out for me, but I'll be fine. I've done this before, and I'll try again. I know you should be getting back to work, and I hope we see each other again for reasons other than this," with that both parties went to their separate locations, unbeknownst to them they will meet again, but not for the preferred reasons.