Did they?
It was a slightly chill April day. Yomi and Tomo walked home side by side, chattering about this and that. Their bags were lumbered down with homework, at least Yomi's was: around half of Tomo's had vanished under mysterious circumstances (she never did find out how that bin got there) in the five minutes between leaving the classroom and leaving the school site. Tomo was unusually quiet today, a state that worried Yomi. As such, she was relieved when Tomo finally opened her mouth.
"Hey, Yomi? Are we the only ones from middle school who got into this school?"
Stopping, Yomi put her hand under her chin and gave the matter some thought.
"Hmm...I don't think so. Isn't Aki-san in class 4?"
"Aki? That little annoying know it all? Should have known she would get in."
"Says the one who always sucked up to her."
"Pah, that's all in the past now."
"Is it now?"
"Yep. Now I'm sucking up to Chiyo-chan!"
A glimmer passed over Yomi's glasses.
"Swapping one little know it all for another are you?"
Tomo shook her head.
"Nah, there's one crucial difference."
"What's that then?"
"I actually like Chiyo-chan."
Location, Location.
"Did Kurosaki get in?"
Yomi shook her head.
"No. He was really upset about it." She sighed. "I heard his parents shouting at him as we left the hall, poor guy."
"Bleh. They always were pushy buggers right? Glad my parents aren't like that."
"Tomo, I don't think your parents would care if you ran off with a bearded lady to start a circus in Moscow."
"Ehh? Moscow? Where the heck is that?"
"You didn't do well on the Geography exam did you?"
"Nope!"
In Denial.
"Yomi, you liked Kurosaki-kun didn't you?"
Shrugging, Yomi replied "Yeah, he was alright. Why?"
"You know why. You know how you liked him."
"Tomo, are you still trying to guess who I fancied in Middle school? I already told you it was Ishikawa-sensei."
"Liar!" shouted Tomo, spinning around and pointing her finger at Yomi. "No one in their right minds would fancy a guy like him!"
"Whatever Tomo." Came the reply, brushing her off casually.
"I don't care what you say Yomi! That's a lie, a lie lie lie lie told by a lying liar!" Tomo was dancing around the pavement now, pointing at her with both hands as she continued to yell. "Tell me who it really was! Tell me! Tell me!"
"I already did. You didn't believe me." Yomi strode ahead off, ahead of her friend who was now sulking on the floor and muttering "liar, liar" under her breath. "Come on now, or I'm leaving you behind."
"Aah! Wait up, you lying liar!"
"Stop calling me that!"
Too shocking.
"Yomi? Yoooomiii?"
...
"Come on Yomi, talk to me! Come on, it's boring..."
"...."
"I won't say you fancied Kurosaki anymore."
"...he."
"Ah! You smiled, I'm off the hook!"
"It doesn't work like that, Tomo."
"Aha! That's more like my dear friend Yomi!"
"Eh, shut up already Tomo." It was a half hearted reply though, she didn't really want to stop talking.
They walked on in companionable chattering for awhile. As they turned into a neatly cleaned street, with blossom trees just starting to bud, Tomo muttered about not being bothered to walk any further and sat down on a bench slightly off the path. She tilted her head back and started making strange noises with her mouth. Yomi grinned and sat down next to her, head forwards, chin leaning on her hands.
"Hey, Yomi?" said Tomo, head still leaning back. "Do you reckon Kurosaki knows I got in when he didn't?"
"Probably not, and it's best not to tell him."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
Yomi grinned wider and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"The shock at finding you beat him would probably give the poor guy a heart attack."
No way.
When Yomi had told her this, Tomo stayed leant back, umming and erring. Finally she swung back up with characteristic energy, and beamed into Yomi's face.
"Do you have Kurosaki's number?"
Yomi
glanced sideways at the girl in annoyance.
"No. Why would I?
And why do you need it?"
"I want to tell him, and you always have the numbers of the people you stalk."
"Shut. Up."
"Ah! Don't tell me I was right!"
"DOUBLE CHOP!"