A Name Without A Face

Chapter 8 {Making A Bond}

  Pointless.

No matter how much I wandered, I couldn't find anything. Nothing to lead to my past or the truth of the school.

All I knew was a name.

What good would that name do? Before long, I heard the bell chime, alerting the students that lunch was over. I had never been to school but I had already been given the knowledge to know exactly how it worked. How dull.

I didn't really want to return to that classroom but I didn't have much choice in the matter. Upon entree, I immediately noticed the classroom appeared different than before.

Almost none of the students were sitting down, bustling around the classroom excitedly. It was easy to see why with crafting materials scattered around. It was like an art bomb blew up in the room. This time around, nobody paid any mind to my appearance. Waiting by the door, I watched for a few minutes. They seemed to be working on some project most likely set up during lunch. Everyone's desks were messy except for one, who's spotless desk rest his hands as he looked around the room quietly, making no moves to join in. How odd. Why does he not join the others in the mess?

Chisa approached where I stood, wearing her smile. "Hello! How was your lunch?" She kept going before I could speak. "We're going to be making gifts for each other right now. How about you hop in and make something?" She waved her hand for me to go, but I really didn't want too.

It was only pointless work. As I released a sigh, I sat down at one of the empty desks and looked at what I was working with. Hundreds of mini flowers covered the ground and desks, along with ribbons, beads, paper, and assortments of drawing utensils.

I didn't even have a chance to decide what I wanted to make before someone sat down at the desk in front of me, turning around to face my direction. What now? As I rose my head, my eyes met a pair of bright green ones, watching me with an almost blank look. It was him.

The boy who wore a fake smile. I could smell his darkness, but he didn't let any of it show.

"What are you going to make?" He wondered. "I couldn't decide what to make, because I don't have any one to make it for." He laughed softly.

I took a glance around the room at all the smiling faces, all appearing close to each other. "There is a class of students." Pointing out, I turned back to the boy. He sighed, resting his cheek in his hand. "This project is supposed to help everyone bond but i'm not interested in any of them. Well, except you." He tilt his head with wonder. "If it's fine with you, can I make you something?"

To ask someone to make them a gift, what kind of person was he? "Do what you will." I gave a reply and began to gather paper together to start my own. His eyes lit up in joy and excitement and without waiting, he started to pile together the flowers on the desk I was using. "My name is Nagito Komaeda, but you probably don't care." He muttered the last piece as though I wouldn't be able to hear it. "I'm the ultimate lucky student. Thar's a pretty pathetic talent, isn't it?"

I let him continue rambling as my fingers weaved through my creation, ignoring the fact he was taking up most of my space.

"All done!" Nagito suddenly announced and held up his creation. That was faster than I expected and then I saw why. Diverting my attention from my own project, my eyes landed on Nagito's poorly done gift. "Do you like it?" He wondered quietly. What could I say? It was...

"It needs some work." I looked back to my own project once more. I heard the boy sigh and set it down. "Yeah, you're right. It's not worthy to be worn by anyone but a nobody like me."

As I rose my eyes, Nagito wore a soft smile, spacing off as he looked down, as though he was more than happy to call himself a nobody. Rather harsh, but I couldn't really find the will to care. It wasn't my fault he thought so lowly of himself.

And yet, he just sat there quietly.

I set down my object and narrowed my eyes. "Fine. Do what you want."