tsukasas

The meeting

*Tsukasa's POV*

Cake.

Cake is all I'm thinking about right now, I mean who wouldn't? It is so delicious, the fresh moist texture and the sweet taste that invades your mouth is just amazing. I feel like I'm in cake heaven right now, I have every type of cake possible Infront of me.

Swiss roll cake, vanilla cake, banana cake, carrot cake, oreo cake, chocolate cake, strawberry cake, red velvet cake, you name it.

Although, it would be better if i wasn't stuck in this broadcasting room with these two idiots Sakura and Natsuhiko. It's tiring hearing Natsuhiko flirting with Sakura all the time, he comes up with worse pickup lines every minute. The most recent to the collection is "Are you a minion? Because when I saw you my banana gru" Like what?

'What rumors should we spread this time?' Sakura asks me, and honestly I really dont know, these treats are distracting me.

'Thats enough.' She says and snatches all the food away from me. And I whine. 'Hey stopp' I say annoyed.

'Whatever, you should say that if you summon Mitsuba he'll show you pictures of your deceased loved ones if they were to still be alive.' I say, and she notes it down.

Suddenly, my mood just gets brighter. Someone has made a wish! Oh how good my day turns when someone makes a wish.

I teleport to the lucky wish-maker, the smile on my face expanding with excitement, he's a short squirrel looking nerd guy. What could he possibly wish for? A new book?

'Tell me Suzuki Minato, what is your wish?' I say, my eyes glistening with anticipation and mischief.

'D-d-did I r-really die?' he sobs 'P-p-please give me another chance to live, ill do anything!!!' he says, kneeling down before me in tears. My mood immediately sours at the pathetic sight as I get bored.

I lower myself to his height and pull his head back by his hair, making him look in my eyes. 'I dont want to hear your sob story, make a wish before i take those eyes out' I say grinning ear to ear

'I-i-i want my sister to pass her final exams, she's been studying really hard for it I don't want her to fail' I let go of his hair and smile

'Consider your wish granted, now what should I take from you, hmm?' I start circling him, analyzing his body reactions, and trying to figure out what's most important to him. 'Aha! I should just take your emotions away.' I say smirking as I remove all the emotions from his brain, soul, face, body.

I turn to leave, whistling happily. God, I am so hungry right now.

As I'm about to leave, I hear someone snoring super loudly. Is it a pig or something? And why on earth is someone sleeping in the Library at 3 in the morning, maybe its a ghost like me? I should probably go look for the one who's behind all this noise.

After following the sound, I reach the corner of the library. I see a girl, maximum 5'2, with glasses, sleeping with a book in her hand. I analyze her face closely, she's pretty cute. I smile.

I take the book from her hands and start going through it, to my surprise it's a book about the infamous 7 mysteries of the school. I bet it was that radish ankled assistant of Amane's that wrote this. Talking about Amane, there's a page dedicated to him. Yashiro is really bad at drawing and this proves it, it's hilarious to look at the image of Amane she drew.

As I'm flipping through the pages, I suppose she woke up because her voice startles me greatly. But the thing that surprises me the most is that she can see me?

'Who are you? And why do you have my book in your hands?' She asks, but I'm too busy with my thoughts to answer. She's really cute, it's a shame she's going to die soon. I wonder what the cause of her death is going to be?

She snatches the book from my hand and flips it to Amane's page. She starts laughing, why?

'Are you Hanako's superfan or what? Your costume, its really not on point by the way. His sticker is white, by the way.' she keeps laughing at my face, which makes me chuckle too.

'Whats your name, little girl?' I asked out of curiosity

'My name is Sadi. Amari Sadi. What about you?'

'Its not important right now, I'll tell you the next time we meet.' I say and leave the library, returning back to the broadcasting studio.