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New Home Time
Minding her own business, Azalea walked back to the apartment she lived in after her first day in school. She walked the length of the street when her eyes wandered ahead to see a fork in the road. Without pause, she turned left despite knowing that she just took the wrong turn.
She observed the unfamiliar structures lining along the street, committing to memory the apartment buildings on her right and a construction site on her left as this street's landmarks. She walked the whole length of the street before turning the left corner at the end.
The new street was another unfamiliar one to the stoic girl.
Okay, Azalea wasn't really trying to get herself lost by taking every unfamiliar turn at the end of every road. This was an automatic thing for her. For every new place she found herself in, she would memorize the area immediately this way. She'd take every possible route, despite actually getting herself lost a few times.
Oh well, she could always play the I-am-new-here-and-do-not-know-how-to-get-around-the-area-yet card to any unsuspecting victim, person rather. There was another way, too. But that was a last resort.
Taking a few more left turns, she saw a familiar ramen restaurant on her left side. Now finding herself on a familiar street, Azalea just let her mind muse on what happened earlier.
The octopus had dismissed them after the last bell rang signaling the end of the day. Gathering her stuff like everyone else, Azalea's mind screamed freedom. Alas, it was not meant to be as Kurahashi once again approached her.
"Ezarea-san shall we walk home together?" The girl asked. But before Azalea could respond, a light purple eyed brunette whose hair was held up in a ponytail shouted out. Yada Toka, Azalea's mind supplied.
"Dame, Hina-chan!" Receiving a confused look from the usually cheerful girl, Yada continued. "Didn't you ask Sensei to tutor you?"
"Eh!" The energetic girl visibly deflated. "But, I wanted to walk home with Ezarea-san."
All around them, everyone else hurried off to home, cram school, and some place to hang out. Azalea was grateful for that. She was the center of attention for the whole day and she was already sick of it. Like her, most of the students wanted to get out. Except for some others like that shy looking girl with twin braids. She turned to the other two girls exchanging words.
Wanting to just get out, Azalea cut in.
"Some other time then, Kurahashi-san." Azalea mentally scolded herself, not thinking straight. Too many promises she witnessed had been made. All of them broken. Some of them made by herself. Great.
Kurahashi still looking deflated and pouting at her friend. Yada stood by them ready to scold her best friend once more. The half of the classroom was already empty. Azalea's mind was running with an idea, she quietly said,
"It'll also be a good opportunity for Kurahashi-san."
That broke the two best friend's staring contest, immediately turning to the emotionless girl.
"What do you mean, Ezarea-san?" It was who Yada spoke.
"Kurahashi-san can attempt to assassinate Sensei while he's distracted in teaching her, Yada-san." Azalea answered, once again scolding herself for her slip. She was physically fine but mentally exhausted, right now.
As if charging a dead battery, Kurahashi became energetic once again. Both girls not noticing Azalea's tactlessness. But then, they would have to look at her carefully to see the stoic girl's aggravation.
"Ohh! I'll do it then!" Kurahashi screamed.
Yada sighed.
'Freedom.' Azalea screamed as she left the classroom. Mentally, of course.
Her musing keeping her company, Azalea arrived at her new apartment building. Not wanting to encounter any of the other residents, she took the stairs two steps at a time, instead of the elevator.
She stopped at the last door found on the fifth level. She was thankful, since she encountered not one soul. The other residents were too cheerful for her. It would have been alright but she has already exceeded her limit with people of sunny personalities for the day. Except…
The name plate by the door catching her eye. Azalea let her fingers trace the word engraved on it. The plate indicating that it was An and her apartment.
Saverio
Its meaning wasn't lost to her, Azalea contemplated before entering the apartment.
Inside, Azalea found that the place was just too quiet. Its other occupant was probably out, she observed as she took off her shoes. A thought forming on the back of her mind.
Covering the necessary steps, she entered the kitchen space. Just as she thought, a note was on the dining table with an unexpected envelope beside it. Leaving her bag on one of the seat available by the table before picking up the note. She confirmed that it was An's handwriting first before reading.
L,
Went out to find a job! Here's some money. Go eat out! :P
Love, A~
Azalea was mildly annoyed at the nickname. Too much anime references have made ever since the idiot watched that one anime whose plot was practically non-existent, hence her annoyance. Mildly, at least the reference this time was from a good one.
Checking the contents of the envelope, her left eye made a minuscule twitch. Sighing, she pocketed a quarter of the money inside. She made her way out the apartment once more bringing her hardbound book from her bag.
The idiot left her too much money. Again.
Thinking about it though, Azalea would have to get used to everything, once more. New neighbors, her new classmates, her new teacher, her new school. Another whole new routine, again. The only thing that never changed was...
Despite his constant show of idiocy, An is brilliant. She learned from the man after all. Her caretaker. Her guardian. Her friend. The one consistent thing in her life.
Looking back at her apartment building, she ghostly felt the letters her fingers traced earlier. No, it wasn't just her apartment.
Saverio
A fitting name for their new home.
Author's Note: Please review!