Ayanokouji What If: Popularity Time

V2 Chapter 6: Investigation: The Witness

                             Kiyotaka Pov
My feet ached as I continued my long walk to the dorms.  For some godawful reason, I decided to take a scenic route.  But, it isn't so bad.  My eyes were turned away from the path as I looked at the beautiful sight of the distant sun shining down on the earth making everything grow.  It would be the end of Spring in a few days, even though it felt like summer already, as the subtle changes that eluded most people had peaked with the temperature hitting a high. The summer was projected to have a rainy start and to corroborate that, in the distance I saw the clouds begin to form.  Ah nature noises.

Bam

Ow...

I looked down at the ground and only say a pair of feet, and when I looked up I saw the platinum-haired beauty standing in front of me.  Her hair was shiny like someone had put a mirror up to it, and she was a godlike beauty that was blessed upon the mortal plane. She embodies an elegance that many attempted to, and failed to embody. With her uniform, she looked like a diligent student and an ethereal beauty that even the likes of Aphrodite envy.

I wouldn't be surprised if she was secretly related to Psyche, and like her ancestor, locked upon a peak high in the swirling cloud. But with how majestic she was it wouldn't faze me if she descended over the Earth flying on the sun's rays and wind.

Kiryuuin: We're you expecting me to be on the ground showing you my panties?  I didn't know you were an ass-type~

Kiyotaka: That's not what I was trying to do, and besides I'm not an ass-type.

Kiryuuin: Thighs then?  You like their thickness and juiciness?  The ability to squeeze your head and pop it like a watermelon?

Kiryuuin's fingers twirled around the lace of her skirt and her supple fingertips made contact with her thighs as she pulled it lightly up over the bottom of her thigh.

Kiyotaka: Well I have to go somewhere.  And I have no desire to watch whatever this...was.

Kiryuuin: The offer still stands.  I would want to marry someone competent.  Is your family rich?

I paused for a moment and turned around.  My ears didn't deceive me, that thing only exists for someone who hasn't rained their hearing. 

Kiyotaka: That's an odd question.  But we weren't all that well off.  We weren't poor either.  We were painstakingly average.

Kiryuuin sighed but somehow still had a bold smirk on her face. Her eyes traced my body and she smirked. She moved swiftly like the wind but majestically enough as to not cause her hair to be ruined by such a quick action. I allowed her to make her move, allowing myself a moment of respite and instead of distancing myself or forcing her away, I simply allowed her to grab hold of my arm and I observed her. Was she trying to see if what I told was just a lie, a lie to get her uninterested. It's not far off to assume that if her parents were interested, it would make more sense for them to want their beautiful daughter to marry someone rich.

Kiryuuin: I assumed you got all this muscle through street fights perhaps?

A street fight is a word you could call it, however it was more complex than a mere brawl between children, but was a war between a child who's emotions were mute to the point of an eerie silence, and a group of men who were so confident in their abilities, they allowed the child to use a weapon.

Kiyotaka: You could claim that, however I only got into fights via martial arts. It was one of the few things my parents signed me up for, besides cram school and a gym membership.

Kiryuuin: Oh? So when it comes to your legendary piano skills, we're you self-taught? Or did someone else teach you?

Kiyotaka: I taught myself.