"It's sure nice outside right now." Otoya said nervously, twiddling his fingers in his lap.
"Yes, it hasn't changed in the last five minutes, when you last said that." Haruka smiled, obviously enjoying the nervous redhead, believing he was trying to be humerus. Otoya nodded a little, keeping his gaze away from her.
Haruka and Otoya sat just outside of the room Haruka had been sleeping in, sitting on the wooden walkway with their feet swung over the edge. Otoya's feet lay flat on the ground while Haruka's only just lay with the tips of her toes. She was twiddling the green grass in between her toes, letting the dirt fiddle it's way out of the ground's tight hold and up to the tops of her feet. She felt the cool wind on her face, the frosty, winter air tingling her nose. She fully enjoyed the time she could spend outside, calming her nerves and anger that had been building up for three, long years. She smiled to herself, willing her mind to forget all of that.
"So, Ittoki-kun, what do you do for fun?" Haruka asked.
"M-me?!" Otoya cried, turning to her. "W-well, I like to walk around, I talk to Tokiya-well, he says bothering, but he's just exaggerating!" Haruka giggled as he looked up from counting his fingers to explain before going back to his fingers. "And I like to play soccer, and play guitar-"
"You play guitar?" Haruka asked, her interest perked.
"Oh, yeah, but I'm not that good." Otoya said, blushing, scratching the back of his head.
"I'm sure you only being modest." Haruka said, smiling at him.
"Er, I don't know. What about you, can you play anything?" Otoya asked, changing the attention to her.
"Er, I play piano." Haruka said, looking down a little.
"Really?! Thats cool! Masa plays piano as well and he's really good! Tokiya doesn't play any instruments, but I've heard him sing in the shower before and he's good. Not to say Masa isn't, Tokiya just has a bit nicer of a voice." Otoya resembled, completely forgetting about his past embarrassment. "I can sing too, pretty well actually. Not to brag or anything~!" Tokiya chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Do you sing? I bet you have a very pretty voice."
He smiled, imagining Haruka dressing like a beautiful goddess while singing, the light flying onto her pale skin, almost spirit like. He could see her surrounded with cute animals, attracting them with her beauty. Otoya gushed over her in his own world, not hearing Haruka's nervus rant on how she couldn't sing and she never noticed that his attention was elsewhere.
"Oi, what the hell are you two doin?" Haruka and Otoya turned around, seeing a familiar blond haired boy looking down at them, arms crossed and eyebrows lifted in a questioning look. Haruka blushed a little, embarrassed to be caught in such a state of panic. On the other hand, Otoya smiled at him, greeting him happily.
"Yo, Syo, long time no see! How are you doing?" Otoya smiled, inviting Syo to sit beside him, but away from Haruka. Despite his offer, Syo forced himself in between the two of them, Haruka graciously giving him room to sit without hesitation. Otoya frowned, not enjoying how close the two of them were sitting to each other.
"Not so good, Natsuki's been wantin to try a beer er two, but I'm not gonna let em do that, I don't trust him." Syo sighed.
"That so?" Otoya smiled, chuckling. Haruka blinked in surprise. She didn't remember him having an accent before, but he sounded sorta...American in a way, maybe southern American, country. Otoya didn't seem too surprised by his accent, he actually seemed to expect it. So peaked at her, lifting his eyebrow when he found her dumbstruck face.
"What ya want?" Syo asked.
"O-oh, nothing! Your accent just surprised me, that all!" Haruka explained, waving her hands around a little in no gestures.
"Yah, I get that alot." Syo nodded, understanding her confusion.
"Er, I don't mean to pry, but thats an American accent, isn't it?" Haruka asked, interested in the young assistant's life.
"Yeah, I'm from America, half Japanese on my mom's side." Syo shrugged, falling back a little bit but catching himself with his arms spreading out behind him. Haruka nodded her head, watching Syo. He seemed to act Japanese before, but more American now. He was out of his kimono and changed into a yellow t-shirt with a black jacket draped over him, unzipped. He had blue jeans on and his white fedora still on. "Oi, you eat the food I left for ya?" Syo suddenly asked, turning to Haruka and giving her a blank look.
"Ah, yes, it was quite delightful." Haruka complimented. "Thank you for leaving me a meal, it was quite thoughtful of you sir." Syo twisted his face in a confused displeasure, pulling his head back slightly. Haruka blinked, confused herself, from his confusion, leaving Otoya also confused. Then, Syo's mouth curved ever so slightly and he bit his his lip, his eyebrows flying upwards and he gave a few muffled chuckle before throwing his head back in laughter.
"Phff, what was that?" Syo laughed, hauling himself forward, now hunched over and grabbing his stomach. Haruka frowned, furrowing her brows. What on Earth did she say that amused him so much. She was only speaking politely, nothing different than she usually did, so what was so hilarious that he would laugh that hard about?
"What? Why are you laughing?" Haruka asked, half upset and a bit annoyed from his laughter.
"N-nothing, it's just that you look like a commoner but almost sounded like Masato when he's trying to get on their good side!" Syo laughed, wiping his eyes of tears.
"Whats so funny about that?!" Haruka asked, crossing her arms.
"Come on, don't be all uptight like that!" Syo said. He swung his arm over Haruka's shoulder and pulled her over to him, earning a squeak from her. He grabbed her in a headlock, smirking. Haruka struggled, a little uncomfortable.
"H-hey, Syo, I don't think she likes that!" Otoya said, slipping off of the walkway and onto the ground, moving in front of them.
"It's alright, I ain't gonna hurt her. I'm being gentle." Syo said, causing Haruka to twitch slightly. This was gentle?! He pulled her so hard she was laying against him. Otoya saw this and immediately fumed.
"She doesn't like it!" Otoya insisted, frowning deeply. Syo's personality shifted, frowning. He released her and she pulled away, sighing.
"Sorry, didn't know." Syo apoligised.
"I-it's fine." Haruka said, waving it off.
"So, what you guys talking about?" Syo asked.
"Instruments!" Otoya said, sitting next to Haruka, leaving her in the middle of the two boys.
"Really? I can play violin." Syo said.
"Really, how did you learn to play?" Haruka asked, smiling kindly at him. Syo's smirk came back and he bent close to her, his smirk growing in size, his teeth showing.
"I'm glad you asked!"
Yeah, Syo time! Ain't he cool. BTW, for any non Americans reading this, and frankly for the Americans reading this as well, I know very well that this isn't the way all Americans speak, it's a bit stereotypical. Not to say that no one speaks that way, there are some who sound like that. I should know, I live in America and have my entire, short life.
It's a good thing I was taking a 4 hour road trip to visit my family in Virginia, or else I may have been too distracted to write this! Hooray for long battery life! And good news, I found an app on the computer that reads text aloud to me, but, for some reason, I can't use it in the class I needed it for. It works everywhere else...
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