Ok, second chapter up! Hope you all enjoy it Oh yeah, and since there aren't any that I've read this is now a ToboexHige. Tell me what you think on this.
I have no idea why he could see me. Usually people just walk right by me without even noticing that I exist... But this one. No, this one could see me alright. He was staring right at me, mouth hanging open as he mouthed my name. He knew it? How was that possible? I have no idea, but all I know is that he knew it. The name flashes in my memory and is off my lips before I can even think.
Hige.
He stares at me, and then slowly nods his head. My heart skips a beat as a sudden memory flashes into my mind. Come on runt! I gasp a little as I clutch the kitten tightly. I jump as the kitten gives a startled mewl at being crushed, rubbing the back of my hand that now supported a couple of small scratch marks. I blush deeply as I loosen my grip and run my fingers gently over the white fur, making it purr softly in my arms. As I continue to watch the boy in front of me, I memorize his face. I cannot remember ever seeing him before, but I must have done. Why else would my heart thump joyfully inside my chest, or would I feel a faint recognition for the other boy?
As I continue to stare, I see him take a slow, hesitant step towards me. Then another, and another. I don't back away. In fact, I get more and more exited with every step. Who was he? How did I know his name? More importantly, how did he know mine? What was he doing here? And, my biggest question. Where had I met him before? I think for a moment. Could he have heard about me from the newspapers? After I had woken up from my coma, I had been involved with a lot of the press... But no, it couldn't possibly be that. A year is a hell of a long time to remember someone from about a weeks worth of newspaper articles. So how sis he know me? He could be one of my old friends, or maybe even a distant cousin or something. But no, he's nothing like me. Nothing at all.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even know he had moved any closer until I realize I'm looking up at him as he stands before me, looking down with amazement at me. I continue to stare up into his face, smiling to myself a little. "Hige." I say simply, and his face breaks into a smile. He looks nothing like me at all. Definitely not family member.
He has rather scruffy gingery brown hair, that is sticking up with the rain inside his hood. His eyes are a sort-or golden brown. He is at least three inches taller than me, and looks more muscular and less feminine than myself. I, on the other hand, have light golden brown hair that is a little long, stopping just above my shoulders and curled slightly upwards at the ends. My eyes are larger than his, and a golden brown in color. I am about 5'6 last time I checked, and he looks around about 5'9 or 6'0. I'm quite good at height guessing, now that I work in a clothes shop in the shopping centre around the corner. He looks as though he should be some sort of chef, or cook. Still, that was just a guess. His voice brings me out of my thoughts.
"Hello, Toboe." He said softly, smiling down at him. I smile back, just as broad. Later, I would ask him how he knew me. But not now.
Now was the time for talking and trying to remember things that had been forgotten a long time ago.
