"I'll Find You Again"
Chapter 5: "Planning"
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Thankfully, the day had gone by uneventfully. Miharu realized he had lost his personal ID shortly before school, and only hoped it had fallen in Yukimi's car.
So, instead of going to the safety of his home, he pulled out the phone Yukimi had given him, and called his grandmother to let her know he would be with his teacher for awhile.
He was still at odd ends with Kumohira Thobari since their missing person started... started to bother him. Now, though he would be happy to see Hana, he was nervous about asking... if he knew anything about Sora.
Was it possible Thobari knew who the erased person was? He had known so much more that the world had forgotten before. And if he didn't, could the Fuuma figure it out? That could be possible too, but he didn't want to go alone. If Thobari didn't want to accompany him, he could ask anyone else.
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"Miharu!" the older woman beamed as she took the brunette into her arms. "Oh, it's so good to see you again, it's been awhile!"
"Hello Hana." he smiled lightly as she pulled away. "Is Thobari home?"
And that's how Miharu wound up spending almost an hour catching up with Hana - about school, and both jobs; about his grandmother and Yoite, even Yukimi - until the door opened and an "I'm home!" echoed through the house.
It took only fifteen minutes to explain to his teacher what he was thinking, get denied, threaten Thobari he'd talk to someone else, and get told 'they'd talk another time'.
'That trip had been wasted...' he thought to himself.
So, he left his over protective teacher and his wife with just a promise that Thobari would 'think about it'.
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He enjoyed the setting sun as he started home, walking into the shop beneath his room.
"Grandma-"
"N-No, really, it's alright... I don't have any money..."
"Nonsense darling, its fine."
Green eyes widened at the new voice, looking at the far table to see the customer the woman was serving there.
"...Sora?"
The obsidian haired looked up, blue eyes brightening in recognition.
"R-Rokujo Miharu." he stood up from the chair, startling the few people inside as the chair toppled, and the young black cat who had been setting beneath it dashed off.
"Um... what are you...?"
"You left your card at my house the other day..." he looked down a bit nervously. "I... can we talk for a moment?"
Miharu could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
'Why?'
A part of him nearly just blurted out 'Oh yes! come on, follow me, we can talk in my room.'
But he didn't. That was far too familiar for the older boy; he'd just met yesterday...
"Sure, we can talk outside."
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Yes yes, it's short. You'll have to apologize. My only inspiration is at school, during class, and this past week and this week are hectic. Our periods are short, and that's awesome, but that's also less time to write since I have to spend that time working.
And I'm still looking for that beta reader. There's a list on here that says 'beta readers' and such, but I'm afraid to ask… I'm an awkward guy, okay? I'm social if someone talks to me first but otherwise…!