A girl, wearing jeans with a white buttoned shirt, stamped with the school logo, and black shoes, stood in the entrance of a reformed school. She waited, but gave small looks inside the school. It had been some time since she was inside. As much as she was happy to see this place, she was also wanting it gone. She couldn't even bare the thoughts of having class and homework again, let lone having to actually do them. Although there were two things more important in her mind all the time she spent awake.
How did that cop now?
There was no clue that attached her to the crimes, did it? In Uzi's case? Only Lizzy, but she was dead, she told someone? Doll, but she killed herself. With that stunt, she was the victim, not the prosecutor. There was nothing, that she knew, that led to her. Did she miss something? Overlook something? Forget something? No, she couldn't. She made sure of it. Rebecca, J, Cyn, Nori, none of them had any connection to her and were declared as unsolved cases. There was nothing that fucking pig could've found that incriminated her.
But how did he find out?
He didn't say things as an assumption, he was sure of that. She tried to ignore him, but he was set on that thought. He found something that she doesn't know about, but what?
The sound of a car stopping in front of her snapped the girl out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a old fashioned white car with black windows. From the door on the back came out N, wearing black pants with a white buttoned shirt, stamped with the school logo, and black shoes. He waved to someone inside the car, probably his mother. He closed the door and the car turned the engine, driving away from the place. N stayed there, looking as the automobile turning a street, vanishing from his sight.
The boy turned to the school entrance and saw V, leaning on a wall, staring at him "Oh, hey V!" He quickly approached her with that beautiful smile of his, bringing the light she so desperately needed this morning.
He waved as he approached. V stopped leaning on the wall and hugged him when he got close enough. She wanted to feel his touch, their bodies meeting the other in the carnal affection. She enjoyed the sensation of his body smashing the voluptuous parts of hers. It brought joy to her heart and an wave of heat through her body. In the distance she was from him, almost none, V could smell his hair, his neck. It was a good aroma. Although she could tell it was not his bodies normal scent. He was using a perfume. A waste in her opinion, since there was nothing in this world that could even attempt to reproduce what he was like. No art could come close to his perfect body, no sound could reverberate like his voice, no touch could be as angelic as his, no smell could be as inducing as his, no presence could be felt like his. Nothing could be like him.
"Uhm... V, I know you're happy to see me, but don't you think you're stretching this hug a little too long?" N asked, snapping her out of the transis.
V broke the hug, but her arms were still around him. She puffed one of her cheeks as she looked away "I don't think so" She then walked to his side, hugging his arm and walking foward "We're going to stay like this anyway" She blushed a little, having a huge control of herself to not faint in her own emotions. She couldn't believe she was acting like this with him now. A dream come true, but one that she would take the fullest potential of.
They entered the school, both with their arms intertwined. V had a small blush, while N had a bigger one. The students that saw the two couldn't stop looking. The two victims of the terrorist attack finally come back acting all lovely with the other. They were friends, before, but they seemed to be falling apart. Although it seems that the tragedy had united them. A story that the students of the art class would call a perfect romance drama.
As the two walked, N's arm would slowly get surrounded by V's breast. Something both of them noticed. Their blush growing in size as they felt a rush of blood through their entire bodies. V could bearly focus on walking, leaning on her beloved to continue standing, while N needed something to distract himself. Luckily for the boy, another person approached the two. A boy, smaller than N and V, wearing a white jacket with red stripes and a red shirt underneath, jeans, white shoes and a white and red baseball cap. His eyes were green and he had a stripe of blonde hair coming out of the hat. Although he was the one to approach them, he wasn't comfortable doing so, retracting himself from being near the two and shrinking in an almost fetal position.
