Holy, sorry, sorry! I keep forgetting to update! SORRY! I got a little…uninspired. But I am updating now soo… I hope you like.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Death Note or any of its characters. Tomo and Hikari are © to me though.

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Chapter four Do I hate you?

Hikari was in no rush to get to school. She dreaded the whole thing. Trying to communicate with other students, who, she was pretty sure, didn't want anything to do with her. Learning things she already knew. All of it. Useless, unimportant information that she didn't need. But, she went anyway, as to appear normal.

She knew she wasn't going to be late anyway, she had nearly ten minutes to walk a few blocks. She would make it. Hikari sighed into the air, her breath changing to a smoky white in the cold. She also dreaded that she would have to see Ryuzaki and Light in a few minutes. After the scene she had made yesterday, she really didn't want to see either of them.

But, just as she was thinking about skipping the whole day, she arrived at ToHo University. She grumbled as she hopped up the steps and slipped through the doors. The halls were filled with students. Crowded to the most extreme limits, and yet, everyone seemed to weave through everyone else. Hikari had yet to master this very important skill so she mostly bumped into people and mumbled an "Excuse me."

As Hikari passed the female students, they gawked at her. The stared at her burgundy hair in disgust and whispered to one another, "What do you think her natural colour was?" Hikari rolled her eyes and hiked her skirt up a little. The male students' eyes were drawn to her thighs, nicely shown by the shortness of her skirt, and her breasts. You could see their roundness over the top of her uniform shirt, which was undone so you could see the lace of her bra.

Hikari brushed off their whistles and rushed to her locker. Her fingers flipped over the dial of her lock and it popped open. She took her books out of her bag and set them on the bottom shelf, then slid her bag into the middle shelf. She hummed a tune to herself as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She took some drawings out of her bag and hung them to the inside of her locker.

Now, she thought, this looks like someone lives here. She smiled to herself and shut her locker, only to have the wits scared out of her. She nearly screamed and Light's hand came down on her mouth.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He said, grinning. She stared at him and he removed his hand from her face.

"You didn't." Hikari turned on her heal as the bell rang. Light caught her before she could get away. His hand found the waistband of her skirt and, while practically copping a feel, dragged her back to him. Hikari found that she didn't mind that his hand was partially on her behind. A strange tingle shot through her. But one word came to mind.

Ryuzaki.

Light dropped his hand and said, "What happened yesterday? Between you and Ryuzaki, I mean. I came back into the living room and you were gone."

Hikari drooped her bright blue eyes from Light's handsome face and stared at her sneaker.

"I don't really know. I asked him if he was okay and he spazzed on me." She looked back up at Light and he smiled.

"Don't worry. Ryuzaki is just being Ryuzaki."

"Really?"

"Really. Now c'mon. We're going to be late." Light placed a hand on Hikari's back and led her to their first class.

Hikari took her seat and Light sat in the desk in front of her. The other girls in the class glared in jealousy as Light turned around in his chair to talk to Hikari.

"Promise me something." Light said.

"Depends on what it is." Hikari replied, a sly smile on her lips.

"Talk to Ryuzaki, okay?" Light turned back to the front as the teacher came through the door. He looked back at her, turning his head only slightly.

"All right." Hikari whispered. The teacher took attendance and then went on with his lesson.

Hikari tapped her pencil against her page absently. She was lost in thought and couldn't even hear the teacher anymore. She stared out the window and Ryuzaki's face came to her mind. She tried to conjure him perfectly. The curve of his lips. The exact messiness of his raven hair. The same deepness of those black eyes. The purple-ish shadow under his eyes. A few minutes ago she had been ready to tell Ryuzaki to his face that she hated him. But now, she found herself thinking, do I really hate him?

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The day passed quickly. Hikari was in a zombie-like state, scarcely noticing the people around her as she went from class to class. Her mind jumped from place to place. Thinking of what to say to Ryuzaki would drive her crazy.

Finally, she was in her last class, and there, at the back of the room, was Ryuzaki himself. Of course she wouldn't know if he was in any of her classes, he was sick her first day. She froze in the doorway. Her time was up, and she had nothing to say. She took a breath to calm her nerves and stalked into the room. She sat herself down, quite noisily, in the seat beside him. He looked up, bewilderment in his eyes.

"Hey," she said, looking him straight in the eyes.

"…hi." Ryuzaki replied, still puzzled.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. Let's pretend it never happened, kay?"

"…wha- but…it's my fault. I'm sorry too."

Hikari smiled at him. And he smiled back at her awkwardly. Hikari scooted herself back into her seat when she found she was moving her face closer to the raved-haired boy. She locked her back into place, tight against the back of her chair. A slight blush covered her cheeks and she was glad that Ryuzaki was looking out the window, a grin on his face.