★ Sherlock ★
☀ When the moon,
Found the sun,
He looked like he was,
Barely hanging on. ★
"Goodnight John." I whispered in the general direction of the blonde boy. Honestly that was a stupid move on my part but I realized he likely hadn't heard me. I set my violin down on the bed, and began to softly hum the tune I had been playing.
Did John know the tune? No, it was impossible unless John was into ancient music. It was a simple couple of notes that the Moon Goddess had composed for the Sun God. I liked it. And although all mythology was useless to me, I liked to know the origin of what I played.
I sat down on the bed beside the wooden instrument and looked at John. I hated him, he was difficult and troublesome. He was annoying with his sandly blonde hair and eyes with their own unique color. He was too bright, almost blinding, and I hated him.
I stretched my thin legs out and stood once again, getting dressed for class. The moon was a crescent, a very small waning crescent at that. I smiled at the oon and the stars, which seemed to smile back.
I shrugged on my coat and flipped the collar up, it may have been the middle of summer but I still managed to get cold without the warmth of the sun. I didn't like the sun, I preferred the moon, although the moon couldn't shine without the moon.
After quietly opening the door and stepping out of the room I heard something loud. It was at the same frequency as a scream, and I'm sure everyone heard it. The scrambling and banging noises coming from the room were proof others had heard it.
The door to my room was yanked open and a distressed John stood there is his football outfit. "What in the bloody hell was that." I looked at him and shrugged.
A loud banging signaled someone running up the stairs and it was none other than fatty. "Ah yes, Mycroft. So nice to see you." I smiled at him as he panted.
"Sherlock." He said loudly, "You're the only nightclassman on this floor. I was sent to inform you that classes are canceled." It was hard to understand him, as he was breathing awfully heavy.
I shrugged, "Why?" John was shoulder to shoulder with me now, interested. It took all the power I had not to shove him away.
"There has been a murder."
★
"A murder!" I jumped up and down in the room, earning a disrespectful glare from John.
"Sherlock, can I please get some sleep. There's an assembly tomorrow morning, well-" he looked over to the digital clock which flashed 12:18, "Later today anyways.'
I glared at him, "You don't get it John. I live for murders! I live for death!" Now he looked genuinely terrified, and I felt a bit bad. "I'm a consulting detective, John."
His expression went from scared to confused. "You're a what..?"
I shook my head and repeated myself, but his expression was still the same. "I'm a Consulting Detective. Only one in the world. I solve crimes when the police consult me. I also solve crimes when its none of my buisness. So if I can get a look at the bo-"
"Woah woah Woah." John interrupted, "You want to see the dead body?"
"Yes. John I want to see the body." I continued to look at him, as he returned the favor. We sat there in silence, staring at one another until I noticed something. It was an emotion, one I couldn't quite place.
"Sherlock?" John muttered, raising a brow. I jumped at the sudden break in silence and replied with a small 'hmm'. John chuckled a bit, which made me feel a twang of something inside. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
I twisted my face into an expression of confusion, "What do you mean? Personal question?"
"As in, do you think I'll make the football team?" John looked hopeful.
I looked down, that wasn't the question I expected. I was supposed to hate him and his ridiculous radiant light, but I couldn't force myself to do it. "Sure John, I guess so. Depends on how well you did, but I didn't see you so I can't be sure of the variables." John started laughing and shaking his head. "What?"
John caught his breath, "Sherlock, most friends just say yes. Why do you have to be so logical."
I shrugged, "I wasn't aware that we were.. Friends.."
★
"Ladies and Gentleman of Baker street academy, I am here to announce something that I don't think any students will appreciate." The head of the school, Mrs Hudson called from the podium on stage. "Since the gruesome death of Zoey Redbird, we will be canceling night classes to ensure the safety of out students. All students whom are enrolled in night classes will have to switch sleep schedules and take day classes. Your classes will be the same, just during the day."
I panicked, I hated the daytime and the sickly feel if sun on my skin. I buried my head in my hands, this means I can't avoid John.
This means I can't avoid John.
