Haha... Uhmm I've been absent for way too long. Practically a year now.
HOPEFULLY! That will change and also hopefully I'll actually keep up on updating this story.
I'm not going to reply to comments right now because it's just been too long if that makes any sense. Not a very exciting chapter, mainly filler than anything, but it's necessary stuff. Also I didn't edit it yet, because I actually sat down to writing and want to post this right away. Anyways!
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Chapter 12: School?
The journey back to Japan wasn’t quiet as painful as the journey there. Miki had managed to swindle her way into a first class ticket and spent the whole journey peacefully resting against the window only waking up once to receive an alright lunch from the stewardess. The person next to her was a peaceful old man who just kept to himself until they had landed. The captain had forgotten to announce the time over the intercom and so he just politely asked Miki what the current time in Japan was.
She glanced down at her watch forgetting completely that it did not display the time, but she did notice how it read “6w:0d:3h” and doing some quick calculations in her head she determined it was about nine at night currently. She relayed this information to the sweet old man while subconsciously being reminded that she had six more weeks and roughly three hours to kill her.
“Thank you young lady,” the old man smiled. “Do you happen to know the day of the week as well? I’m so old I can’t remember if the days change between traveling,” he smiled widely.
“Sunday,” Miki quickly replied as she picked up her carry-on bag from under her seat.
The man grinned again before waving goodbye and stepping out into the isle to exit the plane. Miki let the people across from her isle go ahead before stepping out herself.
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That night Miki checked herself into a dingy little hotel on the 5th floor. It wasn’t the cleanest of establishments but it had a nice view of the city and she could pay as the days passed by. No one really stayed in it since it wasn’t holiday season and it was only about a two star hotel. There wasn’t even room service and the door barley locked, but Miki didn’t mine. She’d suffered worse before becoming an Interfector.
Upon this realization Miki began to think about her past. She got so caught up in all the forgotten memories that it wasn’t until five in the morning did she realize how exhausted she was and that sleep was at this point a necessity unless she wanted to pass out on the spot.
Tucking herself into bed, she glanced out the window at the incoming sun one last time before falling into a deep sleep.
There she began to relive her past once again. But this time it wasn’t from before the first time she had experienced death. It was after that… her journeys with Aya and Yossui. A gloomy smile spread across her face as she slept reliving all the wonderful times they had together. For the time she was sleeping, Miki could believe it was real. Believe that nothing bad had happened yet and that she was with Aya. One of the only people Miki ever truly cared about in her life.
But as the dream persisted on, somehow Ai began to enter the picture. She re-watched the times she had spied on Ai and her laughing with her friends at the lunch table; going home to see her little sister and the smile that would plaster on her goofy monkey-like face.
Then she saw herself, cornering Ai who did not look afraid for her own death. She was begging though, begging for her life to be spared. But not for herself, no, she was too self less for that request. Shinning in her eyes was the reflection of her little sister and how alone she would become without her nee-chan to take care of her and wake her from all her nightmares…
Miki woke sitting bolt upright in the bed forgetting all the images of the dream she had been experiencing just moments before and peered out the window to the city below. The sun was streaming in violently and Miki glanced over to the cracked alarm clock on the bed stand.
She threw the sheets off of her and ran into the bathroom. It was already three o’clock in the afternoon and Ai’s school would have got out fifteen minutes ago. There was a slight chance she could still catch her as she left.
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Miki didn’t have time to grab a taxi so she just exerted herself and ran to the school in less than three minutes. That would be nearly impossible to run if it wasn’t for all her training. She didn’t even seem out of breathe as she practically appeared out of no where behind a bush and looked out into the schools court yard. It was about fifteen minutes past three o’clock by the time she got there and most students had already cleared out.
The brown haired girl sighed and walked out into the court yard not sincerely hoping that Ai was still there. It was a long shot so now Miki was just wasting her time so she didn’t feel the day was completely gone.
She had done her hair in a sort of fashion that would make her seem like a fourth year at the school so no one would kick her off. It’s not like she was even that much older than a student would be, so it wasn’t hard to blend in besides her attire which she still tried to make it seem like a teenager. However, it was a school and that would require a uniform and Miki would be shot dead if that was ever going to grace her body again.
Staring absent mindedly at the sky she didn’t notice until it was too late and she collided painfully into another student. Not having been paying attention Miki lost her balance and feel backwards onto the cement walk way. She rubbed the back of her head before hearing a girls voice apologizing and the shuffling of picking up papers.
Miki looked down at her right hand and there were a couple pages of sheet music that the girl had dropped. She picked them up and handed them in the direction of the voice and began to stand up.
“It’s not a pro…” Stopping mid-crouch Miki finally looked at the girl she had run into. “Ai?” she whispered under her breath.
It was in fact the girl she had been stalking for about two weeks now and whose destiny it was to die; but she didn’t know it yet. Ai looked up from gathering her papers and took the few sheets that Miki was holding out to her.
“Thank you,” she smiled gratefully and stood up completely, Miki copied this move.
There they stood, face to face. Only one of them knew how their destinies were supposed to intertwine, but it was never supposed to be like this.
“I’m sorry again,” Ai bowed but had to stand up quickly as her papers almost slipped from her grasp once again. She hadn’t quiet got a good grip on them yet.
Miki awkwardly laughed, “It’s alright. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. It was probably my fault anyways.” She felt a bit of sweat trickling down her forehead, it was hot but that wasn’t the reason. Talking to your target wasn’t exactly accepted. You could do it in situations like this, but everyone already knew she had been hesitating.
“So are you a student?” Ai suddenly asked.
Miki’s eyes grew wide, startled. “Uhmm yea, a transfer,” she replied slowly. After which regretting the answer, that was a stupid move. Maybe if she thinks of classes Ai would never have since she was two grades below she wouldn’t have to confuse Ai later as to why she was never around. Quickly she named off all required classes for fourth years, throwing in Advanced English third period.
“Really? English?” Ai’s eyes light up. “I’ll see you there then!” She laughed and glanced down at her watch before speeding off without even a goodbye.
She stopped at the entrance of the court yard and turned around to wave goodbye and then went around the corner and out of sight. Miki was left standing in the middle of the court yard dumb founded, “Why did she even talk to me?” She asked herself. But more importantly why did she respond that she had transferred to this school?
Miki began to walk slowly back to her hotel thinking the entire time. She wasn’t up for much spying today, besides if she did end up in the school she would be seeing a fair amount of Ai during the day to learn her weaknesses.
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The next few days passed without many events happening. Miki decided to enroll at the end of the week. It wouldn’t hurt, was her justification. It could even be easier to watch Ai from this sort of closeness. Hopefully she wouldn’t get into much trouble.
Up until Friday Ai had acted the same. The Kamei and Michishigi girls were still all over each other and Risa was always beckoning for Ai’s attention. ‘She should just ask her out already,’ Miki continually thought.
But at the same time Ai was still always rushing home from school unless she had to talk to a teacher or had choir practice. Risa wouldn’t have a chance even if Ai did like her, she was too blinded by her life to see it.
Miki had started to feel sympathy for her target and that’s about the worst thing that could happen to an Interfector. Yossui had actually come to talk to her about it and that’s when she had to explain that she needed to enroll in the school. Yossui was reluctant to help her get in and get all the classes listed, but by Thursday Miki had convinced her that she had no caring feeling for Ai what-so-ever. Yossui had connections, so getting into the school after that was easy as pie.
The uniform…was another battle all together.
“This is retarded,” Miki said examining herself in the mirror in the bathroom of the hotel.
“It can’t be that bad!” Yossui yelled from her position on the bed in the other room. “Come on out and let me have a look.”
Reluctantly, Miki walked out of the bathroom arms crossed over her chest and was giving Yossui her patent death glare. Too bad it didn’t actually work or her job would be exceedingly easier.
“I think you look cute,” Yossui laughed into her hands.
Miki scowled and looked down at the attire once again. It was a simple blue skirt with a white blouse. On top of the blouse was a lighter blue sleeveless sweater and a red tie was secured around her neck. To finish the outfit was high white socks and black nice shoes.
“I feel ridiculous,” Miki turned to the window where she could make out her reflection a little bit and examined the uniform once again.
Yossui walked up behind the school girl and placed her hands on Miki’s waist. “Well you put yourself in this position. Besides…” she leaned in to whisper into her ear. “I think it’s riling me up a little bit.”
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Hope it isn't too bad! And I didn't lose my readers :/
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