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"Yeah, I'm just leaving the boss's office. He's not too happy about the glitch with the graphics." Hikari spoke on her cell as she waited for the elevator. "But, hey. I'm not the creator. I'm just the tester, so he doesn't need to get testy with me."
Rentaro laughed, agreeing with her friend. "So are you gonna come by and pick up Sheila?"
"Yeah. I haven't seen that pup in awhile now." Hikari stepped in the elevator, pushing the first floor button.
"Oh boy. She's gotten big, Hika. You're gonna have a handful." Ren laughed again.
"I bet. We'll probably go to the park together, play a little fetch. There's also this really nice café near by." The door opened on the first floor, Hikari stepped out and headed out of the building. "It's a pretty nice day out too."
"Alright. You have the spare key, right?"
"Yup." Hikari smiled. "See ya' later." With that, they both clicked their phones shut.
Hikari was more then surprised to see just how well Sheila had been growing. The pup that barely came up to her knees, was replaced by a large dog that came near her thighs. It was clear someone had been drinking their milk.
She had stopped by a little pet shop and bought a Frisbee before taking Sheila for her walk in the park.
Tossing the Frisbee carelessly, the large mutt bounded after it. "Good girl!" Hikari grinned as Sheila brought it back. She rewarded the mutt with a pat on the head and another toss.
The process repeated for a good ten minutes before Hikari realized someone was staring at her. She felt the gaze glaring on her back.
She glanced over her shoulder and found the figure of Asa leaning curiously against a tree.
Knots formed in her stomach.
The girl decided to ignore the other woman, turning back to the dog. "Lets go, Sheila." She gave a weary smile.
Asa, however, was already walking up behind Hikari. She reached out, tugging on a strand of Hikari's hair. She was startled, shocked, and slightly irritated.
"Can I help you?" She mumbled, pulling her hair from Asa's fingers.
"Cute dog." Asa reached out to pet Sheila. The dog had other plans though. She sent out a fierce warning growl, daring the stranger to touch her.
Sheila had never reacted to a stranger that way.
Only person she had growled at was Maria.
And Itachi on occasion.
But then again, Itachi was always saying how he was going to skin the poor mutt, so she didn't blame Sheila for that.
Hikari pulled on Sheila's collar, the dog slowly backing away. "She doesn't like strangers."
"Such a pity." Asa faked a pout.
The other girl wasn't buying it. "We have to go. Sorry." Her words came out mumbled, but she was sure Asa had heard her either way. And if not, she didn't care any less.
"Why always the rush?" The woman persisted, tucking a stray piece of hair back behind her ear.
"Because I have things to do." She shouldn't of even been talking to this woman. An enemy of Itachi's was automatically an enemy of hers.
Even though Hikari and the pup had already began walking away, Asa trailed after them, hovering so near that Hikari was sure Sheila would of lunged given the chance.
Becoming fed up with the other woman's nosiness, Hikari turned on her heel; arms crossed over her chest. A signature sign of her frustration. "Listen, Miss Asa. I'm in no mood for games or making 'friends'. Itachi has already told me to stay away from you. In fact, he even told me to call his cell if you showed up. I've been neutral enough not to call him, but you're wearing thin on my patience. Please, excuse me."
Hikari turned away once more. This time, Asa knew enough not to follow.
Yet a looming feeling of trouble grew in Hikari's stomach. She placed a careful hand on her abdomen only to find her finger shaking ever so slightly. This feeling that was growing inside of her made her feel sick.
All she really wanted to do now was to run home, or run to Itachi's office. Either way, she wanted out of the park as soon as possible.
Away from the dark eyes of the stranger. Away from danger.
