Chapter III

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     "Oi." Who's voice was that? It was so familiar, but, she couldn't pinpoint it. "Who the hell made you cry?" That rough voice, the one a rocker would have. Sniffling, the girl raised her head from her knees, she looked up, seeing a silver, spiky haired man. Those eyes matched hers, but had been falsified. One violet, one silver. "Kurosaki...?" Fujiwara had called out. The man was leaning against the same tree before deciding to sit beside her. "Figured you'd be here. Pompous prince over there told me he had this to do today, and told me that you'd be tagging along with him. Guess he wasn't so kind, was he?" Asked Ranmaru, his legs spread and right knee bent. He had his left arm resting upon that knee, giving him a relaxed appearance. Even so, Fujiwara felt relaxed around the man. "You hit the nail on the damn head." Said the girl. 

     Who was Ranmaru to this girl? A childhood friend. After Ranmaru's father had gone bankrupt, they had to move to a poorer town where Fujiwara had grown up in. They had hit it off from the beginning, becoming close ever since. Fujiwara always sought solace within Ranmaru. The man had reached out to Fujiwara to rub her back and console her like he would when they were kids. Fujiwara saw this and quickly flinched, scooting away from his touch. Ranmaru had gotten spooked, retracting his hand. This was new, very new. They hadn't seen each other in person for four years, after all. "Wait... is he hitting you? I'l' fuc-" Ranmaru began, anger in his tone. Fujiwara quickly butted in, trying to calm the man down. "No, no. It wasn't Camus... someone else." She had said, curling back up in her ball. With furrowed brows, Ranmaru had let out a huff of displeasure. "I'll still kill em." He had said. Fujiwara looked over, shaking her head. "Really? I'd rather you be out here and pissed than in jail." Said the girl. 

     Ranmaru turned his head once again, glancing over. "Guess you're right." He had said with a huff. He leaned his head back against the tree. "What have you been doing these days..?" He had asked out of curiosity. "Making it. I'm almost under STARISH, in the charts." She had said. "Though.. I don't have any inspiration for anything new..." The girl groaned in annoyance. Ranmaru instinctively reached around again, but, had paused. He retracted his hand. "Hm. Tricky situation, eh?" Asked the rocker. He had shifted his stature, both legs flat on the ground. Fujiwara had looked over, raising her right eyebrow. She wiped what tears wished to fall with her right hand. "You talk like you have an idea." Said the girl. Ranmaru glanced over, a smile curling those lips of his. "Cuz I do. How often are you playing your instruments?" Asked the man. Fujiwara had blinked, soon scratching the back of her neck. "I-..." She thought for a moment longer. "Not enough." She had said with a sigh. 

     Ranmaru reached out, snapping his fingers. "Then let's get you playing." Said the man. He soon stood himself up, Fujiwara curiously looking up at him. "But we don't have any instruments..?" She had asked, soon standing herself upright. She dusted herself off before reaching up, letting the bun out of her hair. She re-tied it into a ponytail instead. "Tsk. Don't you think I have people?" Asked the man with a laugh. Fujiwara blinked, looking at the man before her. She had watched Ranmaru pull his phone out, making two quick calls. One was to a man named Jinguji, another named Shinomiya. Waaaaait, she'd be borrowing a viola from someone?!?! Oh this was anxiety inducing, but, she had no other way. At least she knew how to play the viola. 

     "You do know how to play the viola, right?" Asked Ranmaru. Fujiwara scoffed playfully and crossed her arms. "What if I can't?" She asked, toying with the man before him. Ranmaru knew this side all too well, and the fact that it was coming out was a good thing. "Then you're fucked. Let's go, follow me. The plaza isn't far." Said the man, giving a wave of his arm. With no hesitation, Fujiwara had given a nod and begun to follow the rocker along the path. Though, the thought of Camus had crossed her mind once again. She.. did promise. Even so, why would she want to be with someone who didn't even consider her feelings, ask how she felt, or even acknowledge her as a human being? She didn't need that kind of person in her life... Not to mention, seeing Ranmaru had brightened up her day in itself. 

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