(part by HekateTheMoe, picture drawn by her too)
Her brick-like school shoes' soles were squeaking against the shining floor of the school. She was walking fast paced to get to her locker. She glanced down to her wrist to see the pen-made note in her pale flesh telling her what locker number she had.
She found her locker in the midst of multiple red lockers with black locks on their hinges. She took her gray lock out of her sweater's pocket and hooked it onto the hinge. She opened her locker and shoved her briefcase onto one of the shelves. She took out her bento lunch from her briefcase and slammed her locker shut.
She began to sprint down the hall way, down the multiple flights of stairs, and out to the garden. The cool air nipped her as she stepped out into the open. Short quick pants escaped her pale lips as she looked around for the mysterious boy who caught her eye. The girl took a bit of loose black hairs escaping her hair clips and brushed them behind her ear. Her crimson eyes glazed over the scenery, still looking. The soft smile on her face began fade as she couldn't find anyone in the cherry blossom forest that lay in front of her. The remnants of her smile seemed to pour from her face as her more lively tone faded. Her perked up cat ears returned to their normally folded state and her tail's motions became less rapid.
Hekate looked down, defeated. She clutched her bento box in her hands and began to shuffle over to the nearest bench. She sat down softly and crossed her ankles as she pushed the pesky stray hairs escaping once more back behind her ear and unlocked the plastic container. She took out her small plastic chopsticks that seemed more like children's toys and stuck them into her teriyaki coated rice.
Her tail began to sway back and forth as the food began to glaze her creamy lips, a bit of their taste leaking into her mouth. Hekate halted there as she felt her cat ears swivel a a bit to the left.
She set down her pink utensils and sat her lunchbox to the side as she inhaled the cherry-infused air. She stood up and turned around toward a specific tree, in which she heard the faint sound of paper being crumpled. Her light steps lead her to a tree near the noise. Her ears perked up and a sly grin made its way to her lips. She hid for a split second, giggling a bit to herself, than peeked out to behind the tree. Her smile faded once more as she saw....nothing. She frowned a bit to herself as she looked around for the noise may have gone.
That's when Hekate felt a slight tap on her shoulder. She inhaled sharply and flipped around to face.....once again, nothing.
She muttered out in a saddened yet relieved tone, "Maybe it was just my imagination..." She walked back over to her lunch and sat down. She opened up the case, to find a bit her teriyaki chicken and rice missing.
"Man, you cook really well."
She flipped her head around to see the night haired boy sitting on a low tree branch.
She quickly sputtered out a quiet retort, "Wh-who are you? A-and why did you eat my food??"
He grinned smugly and hopped down from his perch, his night-colored tail swaying rhythmically from side to side.
"Sorry, I was a bit hungry and I had already eaten my food from the cafeteria. It's really bad, trust me."
She blushed realizing his crystal blue eyes were focused intently on her. She patted her skirt and stood up.
"Oh, but you could have asked. I would h-have given some."
Her eyes darted in every direction, attempting to avoid his gaze. Her tail had begun to sync with the motions of his tail and had copied the swaying. The boy who was much taller than her paced over to her and looked down to her.
"What's wrong? A bit shy? That's adorable. You look like a tomato."
He stuck out his flesh red tongue at her and winked quickly. Her face flushed a deeper shade of red at his comment and she fiddled with her smoke colored sweater sleeves.
She was about to retort once more but the lunch bell cut her off. He quickly ruffled her hair and began to saunter off to the 3rd year side of the school.
"Bye little tomato!"
She grabbed her unfinished lunch and quickly scarfed it down before closing it up and walking back to the first-year floor, pondering who approached her.
