(Part by HekateTheMoe)
She removed her clips decorated to resemble sweets from her raven black hair. She was scuffling her way to her locker to put back her lunch which was tucked away under her arm at the moment.
Her cherry blossom dotted cat ears perked up and her angelic face began to heat up as she thought of the quite cute boy who teased her. A slight grin crept across her lips and her cheeks became a soft tint of red. She eventually made it to her locker with a few minutes to spare before her next class. She unlocked her lock and slid it off its hinge. Hekate opened her locker and a small peice of paper slid out from the door and floated gracefully down until it slid onto the floor. She noticed it and bent down to get the slip of paper. She examined it in her gentle hands to see a rudimentary drawing of her, smiling in her classroom seat with dots that looked like cherry petals wishing across the scene. Her cheeks were smudged to look like her face was red, as a tomato. Her slight grin became a large smile that went almost from ear to ear. On the back of the slip, she noticed a small note addressed to her,
"For little tomato
From Hitomu"
Her heart began to pound in her chest more rapidly than ever and her face became tomato red. 'So that's his name'
She stuck the note in her pocket and turned her attention to the sound coming down the hall. The boy who talked to her under the stairs was being directed somewhere by some faculty member. She waved slightly at him, hoping to catch a bit of his attention. He saw her and waved back quickly before he turned the corner to the principal's office.
She shrugged it off and put back her empty bento box. She checked her schedule before quickly grabbing her PE uniform and shoes. She whipped her hair and stuck her hair pins in her locker before shutting the door a little to loudly, making her jump at the sound, and jogging off to the gym.
The gym was a little far from her building on campus, so she had to jog a bit faster than she saw comfortable. She arrived in the girls locker room sweating a bit and panting, warm short breaths escaping her lungs. She fumbled with her bag and reached in for her clothes and shoes.
She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her back. She put on her PE shirt and flipped her hair out from under the collar. She slid off her skirt and pulled on her rather exposing shorts. Her poor cat tail had slid the shorts down slightly so that way it wouldn't press into her skin. Finally, she slid off her school shoes and tied her tennis shoes.
She walked out the crowded locker room to her first PE class.
She knew almost no one in the gym. She looked around for someone, anyone she could recognize. A classmate? A neighbor? A locker buddy?
She inevitably gave up looking. She sat on the bleachers, and she slouched over slightly to become a bit more comfortable. Then, out of the boys locker room trotted out the devilishly handsome, raven haired Hitomu. She quickly scurried off the bleachers, away from his view, and his behind the blue and red bleachers. She stared off longingly at him, as is she wanted something, something more. He was chatting with a few boys whom she did not know the names of. She didn't care about them, they posed no threat to him. She sat looking at him, her Crimson eyes lighting up every second she looked his way. Her heart began to flutter and melt like chocolate every time he laughed at one of his friend's jokes. her cheeks tinted a warm shade of pink every time he looked in her direction.
He probably noticed her and wanted to humor her, but she was none the wiser.
The bell rang once more, signaling that PE had begun.
"All right you little pansies listen up!! Today we are going to be working on hand to hand combat. I trust you have all brought your sparring gear? Okay great!!! The only rules, no serious damage and no magic. Pair up and start!" The coached yelled almost at the top of his voice, making shiver run up and down Hekate's spine.
People around her began to pair up quickly. She looked over to her Senpai, who had been partnered up with a honey pigtail-sporting girl who looked too old to be in high school, in her twenties perhaps. At Least, that's how Hekate saw it. The pigtailed girl was running her hands across his face sensually, making Hitomu blush at the touch.
He grip on the pole she was hiding behind grew tighter, her knuckles becoming a snowlike white. She felt a pang of something in her heart. It wasn't happiness, fear, or sadness. Hell, it wasn't even jealousy. It was an emotion she had never experienced before. Like, she wanted to break something, like that girl's neck. Like she wanted to just pull out her hair and scream at the top of her lungs until she lost her breath. One might assume this was anger, but no.
This is full blown hatred.
