Chapter eleven: Object of attention
School started a week later and damn do I sometimes regret staying here. At least in the States we had longer summer vacations. I was more irritable than usual—the heat, the annoying fan girls, the wretched schoolwork and the restrictions were all adding up and I was ready to hit anybody who said a wrong word to me.
Kiren had taken the liberty of preparing our room. She decorated it with navy blue curtains that had green star patterns, a few multi-colored rugs, and two neutral colored lamps.
She had grinned at me when I eyed them. "So we can see better we study."
"Are you suggesting that we study at night?"
"No but just get in case."
I snorted in response, showing that I had no intention of doing anything at night other than sleeping and stargazing.
I made certain to avoid certain hallways of the school, seeing as the fan girls were taking over some of the halls and becoming more vindictive. Anyone who encountered them were greeted with, "Idol-senpai is mine!" and such-and-such belonged to them. I, personally, knew that I could take them on a verbal account, but I couldn't on a physical one. Not without getting suspended or expelled anyway, and I couldn't go back to America--not after telling Mom that this was the school I wanted to attend, and then I would have to face Mr. Tampon and his preferred private school. Might as well send me off to boot camp.
"HEY! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" someone yelled rudely and swiftly shoved me aside, not even glancing back.
I studied the boy in front of me. The moron had pearl white hair that stuck out in all directions as if he had been electrocuted and he was tall, so pale that I wanted to shove him into a tanning booth and lock him in for his own health, and wearing a Night Class uniform. It figures. Were all Night Class students full of themselves?
And was it time for the exchange already?
"Yo, asshole, this hallway is big enough for four people to walk," I sneered venomously.
"Yea, well, looks like your fat ass can cover the entire hallway," he smirked, flashing me a lecherous look.
You've got to be kidding. First the bastard insults me, then he checks me out? My blood began to boil at perilous levels but before I could make a nasty remark, Mr. Bunny had him by his collar and was actually growling at him.
"You will not talk to her that way again." His cold, ruthless tone matched with his ominously narrowed oceanic eyes and he tightened his grasp on the boy's collar. "Understood?"
"Relax man, I was just playing with her. I mean look at her. She's easy prey," he snorted and then quickly muttered a long apology once he noticed the death threat in Mr. Bunny's eyes.
I watched Mr. Bunny release the moron from his grip and the white haired male quickly took off. Immediately after he was gone, Mr. Bunny's shoulders slumped back to ease and he stared at me, his eyes much more softer.
"Sorry, he just transferred."
"Uh uh…" I answered, not quite sure if he had calmed down yet.
"You weren't at the gates to greet me," he pouted childishly, causing me to roll my eyes.
"And you didn't call me over the summer," I retorted, wondering where the hell did that come from.
I thought I didn't care that he didn't call?
His face comically fell, his eyes finding new interest on the ground. "I was busy…"
"I'm sure you were."
"Well it's not like you told me to call!"
"I wouldn't have given my number if I didn't want you to, idiot."
WHERE WAS THIS ALL COMING FROM?
"I…was busy," he sighed, running his left hand through his golden hair. "And I'm not just saying that as an excuse. I honestly was!"
I stared at him for a bit. Part of me wanted to continue arguing and the other part me didn't really care. I settled for shrugging. "Whatever, your life."
He eyed me suspiciously, as if he was waiting for me to bark at him. "That's it? No rude insults? No yelling?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No," he replied quickly.
"Then just drop it."
"So…how was summer?"
I shrugged again. "Eventful."
"What's that on your neck?" Without my permission, his fingers gingerly traced the two punctured holes on my neck, which were barely visible due to healing, and he shot me an intense stare. The ocean in his eyes looked like as if it were roaring with rage.
"Err…dog bite. Got into a fight with a dog," I lied instantly, feeling all the blood rush to my head thanks to the soft caress and took a step back.
"…A dog?" he frowned, his fingertips still on my neck and I took another step back to be out of reach.
"It was a big dog, okay? And it knocked me over," I answered irritably, exhaling the breath I had been holding. "Just drop the subject."
"Fine."
A long, uncomfortable silence grew and I began shifting my weight nervously from one leg to another, chewing on my bottom lip and wished I could think of something to say.
When did he ever trigger this reaction from me? Usually I'm biting his head off or cracking a joke.
"I gotta get going. I have to meet up with Kiren," I suddenly stated calmly, which took a lot of effort to say believe it or not.
He nodded curtly, staring behind me. "And I have to get to class."
"Well then…see you later!" I waved, grateful of the excuse and power walked to my bedroom, opening and slamming the door shut behind me. I breathed out, realizing that I had been holding it in for no apparent reason again.
"Serena-chan?" Kiren's voice made me jump.
"Yes?" I said after recovering, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity.
"Did you want to go out stargazing tonight?" she asked, poking her head out of the bathroom. "The weather forecast said it was supposed to be warm and cloudless. I think tonight is the full moon too."
I cringed, suddenly recalling Erica's words about a full moon. "Maybe it's not a good idea."
Kiren chuckled. "Are you actually turning down an offer to go outside and look at the stars? Are you okay?"
"Yea, but it's the first week of school and I really think we should follow the rules…at least just for tonight."
Kiren sighed, closing the bathroom door behind her and sat on her bed. "Ah. I guess you're right. Shame though. They said there were supposed to be some meteors tonight."
"Really?" I questioned, sounding too eager.
"Yep, but if you don't want to go, then we'll just go another night."
Damn it! She's baiting me! Uhhh...full moon vs. staying inside…werewolves vs. …oh for crying out loud!
"I changed my mind!" I declared loudly, swiftly grabbing my telescope and gathered my belongings into my bag.
Kiren grinned as if she knew what I was going to do all along and was instantly on her feet to help me pack up.
I snorted in annoyance. It's something I've noticed about the weathermen: they're never right no matter what country I'm in. The air was cool for a late August night and there were scattered, diaphanous clouds. I could only see the really bright stars with just my eyes. Thank God for telescopes.
Kiren pouted. "Sorry, I guess I heard wrong."
"Nah, you probably heard right but they were wrong," I made a small smile. "But it's still nice out."
She nodded and laid out the orange blanket she brought with her.
"We having a picnic out here too?" I teased and she chuckled.
"No but I thought this would be more comfortable than the ground." She patted the spot next to her. "Sit."
"Oh, demanding, aren't we?" I smirked and joined her on the blanket, digging my knees into the ground as I set up the telescope.
"You know, the Gamma Doradids, which is the meteor shower we are about to witness is extremely hard to see in America because of the location and where the showers are …well, showering. But since we're in Japan, we're going to get a better view of it," I informed her, centering the telescope five degrees northwest on the fourth magnitude star Gamma Doradus. "And it's probably going to look like it's moving in slow motion."
"When did you get to be so good at astronomy?" she asked curiously, her face tilting towards the sky. "And how long did it take you?"
"I started when Dad left and it took me years to learn everything—it helps if you write it down, but it's fun and it's interesting. I like spacey things," I grinned. "Now watch for it. It should start in five minutes in that direction."
I lifted her hand and made her point her index finger. "Right there. And you'll see something yellowish and a line."
"You two are out here again?" A familiar, masculine voice sighed in irritation. "It's against the rules."
"Ah, Zero, my dear silver haired buddy, how are you? Did you miss me over break?" I childishly waved at the prefect, grinning like a maniac despite the fact I knew he was going to tell me to go back to our room.
"We're here to watch some meteor showers, care to join us?" Kiren asked tentatively, as if she didn't want to cause any problems.
"No, and you need to return to your room," he stated detachedly.
"Oh come on, Number! You only get to see meteor showers once in a great while.
"Number? You're picking on my name again?"
"Well it is a number. I thought I got that down the first time we introduced ourselves," I grinned.
"Go to your room. That's an order."
"You're beginning to sound like a parent," I teased.
"Fontana-chan. I'm warning you."
"That you'll what? Ground me?"
"Serena-chan, perhaps we should return to our room," Kiren whispered, already prepared to pack up.
"No, we want to watch the meteor showers and I don't see how this prefect here is going to cause any problems unless he's going to inform the Headmaster that we were out here," I argued, folding my arms over my chest stubbornly. "And if he does, I'll just talk to the man. He's just a man after all."
And there it was—the long stream of light that scratched the surface of the sky and Kiren gasped in delight. Instinctively, I rushed to the telescope, nearly poked my eye from moving too fast and caught a glimpse of the flying meteor.
"ZERO! Take a look! Don't give me that! You know you want to!" I yanked him by the forearm and shoved the eyepiece roughly to his face, making him grunt in surprise and frustration as he was forced to watch the meteor shower.
"It's beautiful," Kiren said softly.
"Isn't it?" I smiled, noticing the prefect now willingly viewing the show with curiosity as he adjusted the eyepiece. Something told me he never saw the sky up close.
Zero stayed with us for two hours, which was how long the meteor shower endured, and I knew that he only remained to keep an eye on us and to watch the meteor shower.
Kill two birds with one stone, right?
"All right, now go back to your room," he ordered, returning the telescope to me after I had silently called him a telescope hog.
"Yes Dad," I muttered under my breath, dismembering the telescope and shoved the pieces into my bag as well as the charts. While he and Kiren were viewing the meteor shower, I had jotted down the name of the meteor shower, date, time, place and whom I was with in my charts.
After he left, Kiren and I tiredly made our trek back to our room. It was around four in the morning and we had to wake up soon for our classes. Maybe this had been a bad idea.
"Do you think we should skip class and feign illness?" Kiren yawned, covering her mouth with her right hand.
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Who are you and what have you done with Kiren?"
She giggled, moving slower than a slug. "What's that supposed to mean? That I'm not any fun?"
"Well first you suggest to go watch the meteor showers, knowing fully well that it would be against the rules, and then you suggest to skip school. That doesn't sound like the Kiren I was rooming with last semester," I replied.
"Well this semester I wanted to be more…open minded. I felt as if I was too uptight and robotic last semester," she said.
"Meaning what?"
She stopped walking and turned to face me with a sad expression in her eyes. "I want to appreciate life more. There's more to life than just studying."
Oh. So that's what this is about. Her Mom.
"Well, as long as it doesn't affect your grades," I told her with a soft smile, not knowing what else to say.
Kiren giggled, nodding her head in understanding and I gave her a gentle push to get her back in the right direction.
She acts like she's drunk when she's tired.
"Serena-chan?" her voice was soft and the tone suggested that she was contemplating something.
"What?"
"When…when Mom…" she sighed and began to sway, "when my mom dies, would you come to the funeral with me?"
I paused behind her and took her arm to steady her, and then shook my head. "You don't know that she's going to die. If anything, she might even pull through. I've heard most cancer patients actually survive."
"But…but if she doesn't?"
I almost didn't hear what she said because she was talking so lowly. I sighed and wished we weren't talking about death.
"Yea, I promise," I said and I meant it.
She sniffled and started to cry, wrapping her arms around my neck for support and I had no choice but to hug her back.
Looks like I'll have to be her pillar this semester, just as she was my bodyguard through the last one.
I was running, chasing after something. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing as I ran. My arms, lifting up and down, were close to my chest. My skin burned but felt cold at the same time. I disregarded the feeling, knowing that it was because I was running. It was cold outside and the tall, looming trees created too many shadows, making it hard to see in the dark.
A branch snapped behind me and began to fall, forcing me to leap before I was crushed underneath its weight. I paused, standing on top of a boulder and stared at the broken tree in wonder. Since the tree was no longer as tall as it used to be, some sunlight came through the woods and I traced a large ray of light to find it end on a small red haired boy.
"When did you get here?" I asked in my bewilderment and the boy grinned, causing me to recoil.
The boy's two front teeth were missing and it made his canines stick out more, appearing to me like a vampire. But what freaked me out the most was the bullet hole in his forehead and leaking blood that trailed to the side of his head.
"Who are you?" I hoarsely inquired, fear raking my spine.
He waved childishly, beckoning me to follow him and--I don't know what the hell possessed me--I followed him.
I was running, chasing after him and he led me to a huge rectangular hole in the ground. He pointed at it, frowning and walked around the edges of the hole.
"Was this where you were buried?" I asked. It was the only logical explanation I could think of. "Did you want me to discover you?"
He shook his head and pointed at me and then at the hole.
I stared deeply at him, examining his face and the hole. It was too big for a ten-year-old child.
"Is it…is it mine?" My voice shook and when I looked up, to my dismay, the boy nodded.
Is it sinful to kill someone who kills?
"SERENA-CHAN!" I heard someone scream and I jumped, falling off my bed and my head collided with the floor.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" Kiren was instantly at my side, trying to help me up.
"I'm fine…" I grunted, feeling sore.
"We're going to be late for class! And we can't miss this one because last week we skipped!" she shouted, running around in the room and threw the school's uniform at me. "HURRY UP!"
"Right, right," I mumbled, slowly removing my rear from the ground and stumbled into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Kiren and I were racing each other down the hall and we discovered that the door to our classroom was locked. I peeked in, seeing the students in their seats and the teacher lecturing. I rolled my eyes, knowing that this meant the teacher wanted to talk to us individually. Kiren sulked, sinking herself onto the bench outside the room and I sat on the floor with my back against the door. Occasionally I would glance at her to make sure she wasn't crying since it was her first time getting into trouble.
Ugh. Virgins.
Class ended an hour later and we waited for the students to desert the classroom. Shizune and her posse passed by us, giggling and leering at us. Kiren, with her hands curled tightly on her knees, stared at the ground in embarrassment and shifted uncomfortably.
"Let me guess, you were out stargazing and you didn't wake up early enough this morning," Shizune sneered. "You don't even look like you showered."
I rolled my eyes, praying to the higher powers to give me patience.
"Look at this hair, you don't even take care of it don't you? Slob," Asura rudely commented, grabbing a strand of my red hair.
"No, I don't sit in the bathroom for hours trying to style it." I moved away, sensing my private space shrinking.
"And you," Shizune grunted, using her hand to force Kiren to look at her. "You've never ever missed school before. Much less skip a class. She's bad influence, you know."
Kiren did her best not to look at her, appearing ashamed of missing school. I felt something rumble in my throat.
"Did you just growl at me?" Shizune laughed at me, giving me a look of disbelief and amusement.
"Back the fuck off Shizune," I warned, finally getting to my feet.
Attempting to bully me is one thing, but teasing Kiren is another.
"Or what?" she smirked. "You're already in trouble for skipping class. You wouldn't dare start a fight now."
"You'd be surprised," I grunted, curling my hands into fists at my sides and forced myself to smile.
"Is that a threat?" she chortled, looking at Asura for back up.
"Mine is," a masculine voice interrupted us and I turned around to face Zero. "Leave."
Shizune and Asura and the girls that were with them stared at the male prefect, and visibly decided that they would rather not provoke him. They nodded to each other before departing--Shizune had roughly patted Kiren's head first though.
Zero sighed. "Do try to behave Fontana-chan. School started only two weeks ago."
"Oh but it's so hard!" I mockingly laughed.
He shot me a dark glare. "You need to be more careful. You're possibly making more enemies than you can handle."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snapped and then realized he had been staring at my neck. The two punctured holes weren't visible anymore but there were times that I could still feel the pain and I would relive the attack in my dreams.
My right hand gently touched the delicate area, avoiding Zero's eyes and stared at the ground.
"Go on, the teacher is waiting for you," he said in his casual monotonous voice.
Kiren stood up and followed me inside, and we both mentally and physically (poor ears) prepared ourselves for the lecture.
Okay, so for the most part I was there only physically. Mentally, I was absent. The teacher went on and on about discipline and honor and respect and…was that Mr. Bunny? I strolled over to the window, ignoring the shouts from the teacher as I leaned to get a better look. What in the world was he doing outside? In the sunlight no less?
After our little 'lecture', Kiren headed to the library so she could catch up on the missing work while I headed off to the top of the roof, thinking maybe that's where he would be. And bingo! There he was, looking as if he had just woken up, and he shot me a glare when I appeared in his line of vision.
"Took you long enough," he greeted me with a grumpy voice.
"Oh you mean you were waiting for me?" I chuckled, but then I frowned when I noticed the dark lines under his eyes. "Have you not been sleeping, or something?"
He ran his left hand through his hair, ruffling the already untamed blonde curls. "I had…a nightmare so to speak."
"Awww…did Mr. Bunny need to be comforted?"
My teasing earned me a whack on the head. "Oww! You fag!"
"It was about you, you idiot!"
"You're dreaming about me now? Oh that's really disturbing."
He gave me a sharp, stern glare. "You died."
"…Oh."
We stared at each other in uncomfortable silence until I started to fidget and broke it ten minutes later.
"It was just a nightmare. As you can see, I'm still here. I'm not dead, I'm not wounded, I'm not bleeding—"
"That's …kinda why I came out here."
"You wanted to make sure I was okay?" I asked. It was supposed to be an innocent, curious question but it made him go beet red in the face and it caused yet another uncomfortable silence.
I inhaled calmly. "Okay, well, to tell you the truth. I've been having dreams too."
"You have?" He sounded skeptical.
"Yea."
"What about?" he asked curiously.
"Well you were in one-"
"Now who's disturbing?" he grinned mischievously.
"Don't make me kill you."
That was the second time I made a death threat and it was the second time he laughed at it. Does he think he's invincible or something? Arrogant fag.
"Sorry, go on."
"You were standing above my grave and you were laughing like a lunatic," I told him with a smirk, but when I turned to face him, all traces of amusement were gone.
He was pissed.
"Why, the hell, do you find that amusing?" he growled.
"Chill man, it was just a dream," I said defensively.
"Yea, but you think it's funny."
"I don't see how it could offend you…" I looked at him confusedly.
He snorted. " 'Course you don't."
"Will you stop overreacting and let me finish?" I snapped, feeling the urge to smack him silly.
He folded his arms impatiently and jerked his head to tell me to continue. I took another deep breath.
"In the other dreams that I have had, there's this voice and it's mocking me. It keeps asking me is it sinful to kill someone who kills and then there's this lake. It's like…so still, calm and iron gray usually. Sometimes it's brown. Looking at it makes me feel like I can walk on it and it would be solid enough for me to do it too. And there's a dock next to it that I stand on. In my last dream, I met a red haired boy. I think ten years old, and he guided me to this huge rectangular gravesite and told me that's where I was going to be buried."
I thought he was going to laugh at me when I finished, but he didn't. He just stared at me in thought.
"What?"
"A red haired boy?"
"Don't tell me you're jealous of a kid in my dreams. I'm not a pedophile, okay?"
That did make him laugh. "I would never accuse you of being a pedophile."
"Yea, but you looked like you were going to."
"He just…guides you to your grave? Why?"
"I don't know. I'll ask next time!" I scoffed.
Mr. Bunny scowled. "I just don't understand why a child would appear in your dreams."
"I don't either. Maybe that's why they're called dreams."
He dug his hands into his hair in frustration. "Sometimes…"
"You really wish I would die?" I interrupted.
"No, that'd be too easy." He gave me a malicious yet playful grin.
"So you're saying torture first?" I quirked an eyebrow and he winked. "Damn it, fag, you're not supposed to make it kinky."
"Why not?"
" 'Cause you're a pink-panties-wearing-fag!"
He growled, grabbing my elbow and he yanked me towards him. I inhaled sharply, unwillingly breathing in his scent and felt suddenly dizzy as if he had just intoxicated me.
"Let go of me," I said, my voice barely whispering.
"Why?" he questioned demandingly, his eyes zooming in on me.
Too close. He's too close!
I couldn't breath anymore. My head felt heavy, my legs were wobbly and I felt trapped. The fag did poison me! I cleared my throat, leaned my head against his chest for more support and gathered my anger into my throat.
"Let go of me," I repeated more fiercely and I was finally able to lift up my heavy head to glare at him. "Let go."
His oceanic eyes, the currents, were pulling me in, but instead of the gentle tugging, they were suffocating me.
"LET GO OF ME!" I shouted.
Finally, he released me and stormed off the roof, slamming the door behind him.
I was wearing all black from head to toe, and I was at the gravesite, standing at the edge of it and staring at the four corpses. I couldn't make out any of the details. Not their faces, their hair, their skin. They were just big blobs of colors, but I knew they were corpses by the smell of them.
The reeking smell of death.
It hadn't been an easy one. Blood was everywhere. It looked like they had put up a fight.
"Allies," a childish voice next to me whispered, causing Goosebumps to crawl up my arms to my neck.
"Name them," I said to the red haired boy, realizing he had really pretty silver eyes now that I was actually closer to him.
He shook his head.
"Why not?" I questioned but the boy would not reply. He blankly stared forward, frowning at the scene before him.
"Fontana-san, would you kindly give us the answer since you seem to absolutely enjoy this class?" the teacher's voice made me snap back into reality.
A little paper note was next to my head and I hid it under my skirt after reading as the teacher approached me. Apparently, he wanted me to answer a religious inquiry and when I made no immediate response, he sighed and his glasses slid to the tip of his nose.
"Fontana-san, why is it that you pay no attention to my lectures?" he asked, attempting to sound as neutral as possible.
"Because this class, Religion and Philosophy, doesn't interest me," I replied curtly. "I happen to disagree with just about everything."
"Like what?"
And with this, all the class was staring at me. A few of my classmates, such as Shizune and Asura, eagerly waited for me to humiliate myself.
I sighed, knowing my answer was going to cause a riot. "I don't believe in a lot of things."
"Ah, now this is interesting," he said, genuinely smiling, "tell me more. Tell me what you do and do not believe in."
I swallowed and took in a deep breath. I was never good at public speaking. Spotlights made me nervous, and I knew my beliefs were going to be challenged and I was going to have someone shove their beliefs down my throat.
"I believe in God, Jesus, Satan and Heaven. I don't believe in Hell." As soon as I said that a lot of gasps were made and I rolled my eyes.
"You don't believe in Hell?" The teacher held up a hand so the students wouldn't interfere. "That's interesting. May I ask why?"
"Because, well, the stories say that the Devil wants souls, right? He wants to corrupt everyone, but he can't do it in Hell. He needs Earth, so I think Earth is hell. I mean where else are you going to find more souls to convert?" I explained, taking another deep breath before going on. "And besides, I don't like the idea of a place where all Evil goes to live and souls are tortured."
"You're not supposed to like it," he chuckled, leaning on top of a desk of one of my classmates.
"Yea, but think about it. People say God loves all of us, and he's our Father. Well, any good parent would love his child too much…to leave them behind." I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat. "He would want them to prove themselves again and-"
"So you're saying that you believe in resurrection? That people are reborn again?"
"Yes, I believe in people come back to Earth to prove themselves again and they will keep coming back to life until they do it right. Lets face it--living is hell. What more pain could you ask for?"
"And what of Heaven? What do you believe of that?"
"Heaven…is what you make of it. Some people like the beach, so their Heaven will be a beach when they die. Some people like…mountains! So they'll have a mountain when they go to Heaven. Everyone enjoys something different…their paradise will be something different," I said, feeling really hot at the moment. I was receiving death glares from all angles.
"That's a very interesting view--odd! And different! But interesting nonetheless," he said with a grin on his face. "Class, today's homework will be to write up your own beliefs. I want them at least ten pages long. Give me details! Give me evidence! Give me theories to support your beliefs! Dismissed!"
And the bell rang just as he dismissed us.
I exhaled loudly as we walked out of the classroom and looked at Kiren who was beaming. "What?"
"I think that was the most fascinating conversation I've ever had in that class," Kiren grinned. "You didn't tell me all this."
"You never asked, and if you don't mind, lets not talk about it right now," I told her, knowing I was still getting glares and I wasn't exactly comfortable with talking about religion.
"So it's different! But it's exciting too! I could have sworn you said you were a catholic though," she said.
"I was raised catholic, but once I grew up I had…a lot of things happen and they influenced me."
"Oh? Bad things?"
"I don't know…I guess…"
"Darako Kiren!" A male voice shouted.
We both spun around to see Headmaster Cross, waving his arm around to grab our attention. "I need you in my office."
Kiren gave me a desperate, fearful look before following the headmaster.
Something might be wrong with her mother.
I didn't dare make an appearance at the time of the exchange, fearing the fan girls would rip off my head, and if not the fan girls, then the people who wanted to convert me.
I've noticed that men were suddenly easier to get along with.
Another reason I avoided it was because I didn't feel like facing Mr. Bunny—not after seeing the possessive look in his eyes. It almost seemed like he wanted to own me. I shivered, walking faster to get to my room.
"Fontana-san!"
Damn it! So close!
I was an inch close to the Sun dorms when a tall guy with orange hair and amber eyes yelled my name. I blinked, taking in the wild appearance of the guy and frowned.
Another Night Class student.
"Am I famous among the Night Class or something? Because I don't recall introducing myself to you," I said rudely.
"Yes, and even without the introduction I know who you are just by how you act," he replied, "You're exactly how he describes you."
"Who describes me?"
"My name is Akatsuki Kain, I'm your Mr. Bunny's cousin."
"Oh…you know the nickname too." When he had said his nickname, a panicked feeling entered my stomach. Butterflies, I think. Or maybe knots. Either way, I wanted to puke. Wait a minute, did he say my Mr. Bunny?
"He complains…a lot."
I chuckled, loving the fact that I vex him so much.
"I'm glad you've improved your Japanese. The English language is not my forte, but take me on French or Spanish any day," he said with a smile. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot," I said. "I was beginning to wonder what the hell you wanted anyway."
"Why do you treat him like that?"
"I don't follow…"
"I have observed your behavior for a while now. When you're with him, you do nothing but mock him and poke fun at his ego, which sometimes does need to be inflated, however! That's not the point…what I mean to say is…why do you act as if you don't want him around? And yet want his attention at the same time?"
"That's really none of your business," I said coldly. "What goes on between me and the idiot-"
"Actually it is my business," he cut me off, "you see I have to live with him and his lovely mood swings."
"Just because Mr. Bunny is pregnant doesn't mean I'm to blame!"
"He always talks about you!"
"That's because I'm the friggin' scapegoat! Why don't you talk to his fan girls for a real story?" I hissed and turned around to leave, but Kain suddenly had a tight grip on my wrist.
I froze, feeling outraged to having to say these words again, "Let go of me!"
"You're both so stubborn!" he chuckled, ignoring me. "Can't you see he cares?"
"If you don't let go of me, I will shove my foot up your ass!"
Kain immediately released me. Not because he wanted to or because I had demanded it, but because Mr. Bunny had sneaked up on us and was standing a few centimeters away. He had been watching. He had been listening.
And he didn't look too happy either.
I'm keeping in mind that Aidou is still a vampire (-sweat drops-). And I've just remembered the vampires tend to be seductive, manipulative and possessive.
Aidou was definitely possessive in this one. What can I say? She's his territory and he feels threatened.
Zero, as I've noticed, provokes her immature side. A lot. I think it's because he acts too much like a depressed adult that needs someone with a childish side (-coughs- Yuuki).
And yes, her religious views are mine and you don't have to agree with them. I'm an open minded person, and honestly, I believe if I met God in person we'd debate lol. I also like to hear different points of views.
Now I have a question, and it contains a spoiler so don't read this.
If Rido was Kaname's uncle and so on, and Shiki is their (yuuki and kaname) cousin...then doesn't that make Shiki a pureplood? -blinks-
By the way, in case any one wonders why I have this chapter up already, I have had visions about this one. So this came easy. :D Enjoy