A/N: Hey guys! Just so you all know, I am updating using my friend's phone! So, logic.

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Maruwa POV

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I didn't know Saya all that well but she seemed like the girl that would always do as she was told; the good girl type. The type of girl who didn't like getting in trouble. She reminded me of myself before I realized that I didn't have to care about what they said about me. I didn't have to care about what they said about me. Maybe, one day, she will come to realize that. Really, I only act the way I do around Diva is because she thinks that I am a terrible person. That isn't my fault, is it?

Diva just came around at the exact wrong time and thought that I was picking on Anoi Nakahara. I wasn't really picking on her, really, it was just friendly teasing and she knew that. After that, Diva started hanging around me a whole lot and I figured, "Why not?" I'm mot really Diva's friend, I'm just along for the ride. I really want to find someone kind and Saya-like. Just someone that isn't Saya. Because I know that if I betray Diva, she just might kill her.

"Uhm, excuse me, Maruwa-chan?"

I glanced up to see Saya hovering over me. "Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a pencil that I could borrow, would you?"

"Yes, of course." I searched through my pencil bag. "I am so sorry!I don't have a pencil today! Could you maybe, possibly settle for a pen instead?" I said, plastering on a magazine-worthy smile. I guess I could try to be nice to at least Saya.

"Yes thankyou!" She said. I offered the pen with both hands and she accepted it gratefully. Saya walked over to her seat once again and sat back down. She began to write and as my pen moved in her graceful hands, I lost track of myself in thought once again.

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Haji POV

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I smiled. Saya was watching the movie that was going in class in social studies with wide eyes. This was around the end of the movie, when the person who supposedly made a difference got married. Saya seemed happy.

I would never say it to her face but I have always thought that she was the cutest thing. Because of her, I have been smiling a whole lot more recently. Because of her, it isn't sadness that I feel anymore; the only emotion consuming my heart right now is love and devotion to her and only her. I can only vaguely remember the last time I had felt like this. It was back when I went to the orphanage after my mother had passed away. I had met a girl there that seemed familiar to me but i couldn't put my finger on where I had seen her. She was a beautiful young lady with blue eyes and black hair that was always long and kept tangle-free. I would always ask to play with her hair. I still remember the day that I told her that I loved her.

As always, we were together in the foster home. I was playing with her hair and braiding it, then taking it out, and braiding it, then taking it out. We had been at the foster home for almost two years then.

"Haji?" she said.

"Yes?" I said, bending down next to her. "What is it?"

"I am going to leave you soon. Whether it be someone taking me away or me running away. You can come with me if I run... but if they come to get me, I can't make them take you too." she took a deep breath. "I just felt you should know. I will leave in a week, regardlessly."

It was then that I realized that I had to tell her how I felt.

"No!" I dropped the brush that I was using and walked in front of her. "You can't do this! Please, Diva, I love you."

"Me? Or Saya?" She said with the coldest of stares.

I didn't understand; I loved her! Why would she think that I loved her sister more than I loved her?

Diva?

I didn't understand; I don't remember even knowing her!

This was when all of the memories of mine and Diva's time together rushed into my head. I was overwhelmed, and passed out.

A/N: Hey guys!

I am so mean. I left you off with yet another cliffy. TT^TT

So yea.

Ciao!~~~~~~~~SpainDeBoss