^Such a cute lil' wedge. :3
Not much really happens with this one. Just a bit of humor spiced with angst, I guess.
I've got the next one planned out, though, and it should be pretty big. X3
[Chapter Thirteen – Some Partner in Crime You Are…]
I was about to be very, very pissed off. An annoying rapping noise had been persisting at Risako’s apartment window for the past few minutes or so, and my patience was wearing thin. At first, I had decided to just ignore it, in the hopes that it was some freak thing and that it would go away, but it only just got louder.
Finally, I rolled over in the bed, opening my eyes to view the blurred numbers on Risako’s alarm clock. They screamed “3:25A.M.” brightly at me, burning their image into my mind.
Someone is going to die.
I got up, pulling the blanket with me and wrapping it tightly around my body. Risako only continued to lay there, curled up like a kitten, undisturbed by this noise that was driving me insane. She could sleep through anything, that girl.
I stumbled over to the window and peered out of it, my eyes falling to land on that one girl… Maiha. The flirt. She was chucking small rocks up at the side of the building, and I don’t think she saw me in the darkness, because she continued to do this even as I stood there. I scowled, and began to trudge off towards the door that led out into the hallway.
I’ll take care of this.
Maiha was still throwing rocks when I stepped out into the cold night air, and she stopped only to look at me, confused. I wasn’t who she was expecting, I don’t think. She grinned in that perverted way, nevertheless.
“Momoko… right?”
She was going to say something stupid, but I didn’t care. I was exhausted, and cranky, and in a murderous sort of mood. So in the middle of her sentence I quietly walked forward and punched her very hard in the stomach. Maiha made this whiny sort of noise and doubled over, and I knew that it would leave a bruise. She recovered quickly, however, and I suspected that this wasn’t the first time someone had hit her like that.
“Holy crap that hurt… What’s your problem?”
This unearthly, animalistic screech-like noise erupted from my throat, and continued until Maiha was thoroughly frightened and trembling uncontrollably. I don’t speak in coherent sentences at this hour of the day. But I think I got my point across.
If you ever wake me up at three o’ clock in the morning ever again, I will -kill- you.
She grinned nervously before sprinting away, and I snorted, pulling the blanket tighter around my body as I turned to walk back inside the building. You don’t dare wake Tsugunaga Momoko up before she’s good and ready unless you have a death wish.
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I’m so… bored.
Maasa was trudging alone through the streets of the city, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, and her head down low in an attempt to keep it a little bit warmer. The sun would come up in a few hours anyway, but… until then the temperature outside would be almost unbearable.
She still wasn’t used to it. She had been born and… well… she couldn’t really say raised here. More like, she had just grown up here. And then she had become a wanderer after all of the stuff with Chinami happened, floating from city to city in no particular pattern.
Maybe Saki’s right… maybe I do leave so much that I’ve just… forgotten.
She didn’t want to remember, however. She couldn’t stand those memories.
So instead of keeping them, she shut them out.
Whenever someone, like Saki, would try to talk about what had happened, she would either try to change the subject, or she would stop listening all together. Thankfully, not many people knew about it, and it wasn’t something she had to deal with all that often.
Maasa was interrupted from her musings by some grunting noises coming from up ahead, and as she continued on, she peered into the nearest alleyway to find Maiha leaning up against one of the brick buildings. The girl was rubbing her stomach tenderly, and when she became aware of Maasa’s presence, she narrowed her eyes at the other girl.
“Don’t. Say. A. Word.”
“I’m guessing that Sugaya wasn’t as excited to see you tonight as you thought she’d be, hm?”
“No, actually… I didn’t see her. The other girl… she came out instead and thus my stomach became very familiar with her fist. I don’t think she liked being disturbed… Man… she hits harder than Risako…”
Maasa couldn’t help but grin at this. The next time she saw that Momoko girl she was going to have to shake her hand. Wait, next time? Who said there was going to be a next time?
There wasn’t.
No.
End of story.
“You know, I bet there are easier ways of getting Sugaya’s attention other than throwing junk at her window in the middle of the night…”
“Says the girl who’s never been in a relationship and wouldn’t have any idea.”
Well, that was uncalled for. Maasa scowled and started to walk away, feeling the urge to kick something really really hard. Maiha soon realized her mistake and shot out of the alleyway and after the other girl.
“Whoa, wait, hang on! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that to you.”
“No, it’s fine. You’re right.”
“Aww, come on, Maa-chan… don’t be like that.”
“I’ve got feelings just like everyone else. Now shut up, leave me alone, and go find someone else to torture for a change.”
She continued onward without even bothering to look back, leaving Maiha standing there like an idiot. She forgot all about the cold, and about being bored. She just kept on walking, going nowhere in particular, and not really caring where she might end up.
Just because I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve like the others doesn’t mean that it’s not there.
Maybe it’d be easier if it really wasn’t there.
Then maybe, the little stuff like this wouldn’t bother me.
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