Stumbling Over Love | ✓

Chapter 2

_Chapter 2~ Akelius Academy_

"So, tell me, dear. What exactly happened on that bus?"

Looking up into the face of the police women who sat on the other side of the desk, I took in her complexion. She appeared rather young with her babyish face and her dark hair was pulled back into a taut bun. She held a pen to her notepad, her blue eyes scrutinizing.

"Well," I started, shifting in my seat.

The lady rose an eyebrow at me. My lips were set in a straight line. I was just about to fold my arms across my chest when shrill pain surged up my left arm. I winced, rather bluntly, but I suppressed the urge to scream as I let it drop.

"What's your name?" the lady drawled, oblivious to my turmoil.

"Reina Kikuchi," I responded, letting out a breath.

She bobbed her head. "Okay, Miss Kikuchi, I'm Officer Nami."

"Nice name," I complimented.

"Thank you." The corners of her lips upturned. "So, do you want to tell me what happened?"

I shook my head. "I'd much rather go home. It's seven o' clock and I still haven't done my homework."

"Are you serious?"

"Do I not sound like I am?"

At my uncooperative behaviour, Officer Nami sighed, leaning back in her seat. She dropped her pen, narrowing her eyes. She seemed to be analyzing me, and I gulped uncomfortably.

"Okay," I started slowly, "I can tell you. But is this really necessary? Didn't you hear the story from that bus driver?"

She smiled. "I did. Though, it is the police's duty to hear the voices of as many witnesses as we can."

I knew she had a point. "I guess..."

She reached for her notebook. "So?"

Exhaling, I opened my mouth. "I... entered the bus right after school. It was heavily crowded, and I got bounced around a bit until finally landed on a seat. I thought I was lucky and was just about to pull out my phone to pass the time, when I heard growling from behind me. I turned around to check why and that's when I realized I wasn't sitting on a chair, but rather, somebody's lap..."

The officer had no change of expression whatsoever and despite hoping that the information was sufficient, she only continued to stare at me attentively. She must've been used to hearing confessions a lot.

I continued to explain the story in as much detail as I possibly could. As I finished telling her about the Miyabi, the frivolous brunet, as well as the indifferent passengers and bus driver, she cut me off.

"Miss Kikuchi, back to the guy you sat on, can you explain him a little more clearly?" she asked.

She was probably trying to catch him. I pursed my lips thoughtfully.

"Um... I guess his hair was parted to the right side. It wasn't spiky... more messy, but the tanginess of the colour did remind me of an orange," I said, recalling back to the time. "His eyes were a really piercing grey, too— somewhat like how the clouds are when it's about to rain—"

I stopped myself before I finished. My face grew hot. Wait, didn't I stare at him for a few seconds? How was I explaining him better than I explained the entire story?

"Hmm."

At her distracted hum, I gandered at her. "Is something wrong?"

She peered up from her notes with a frown. She rubbed her chin. "That description..."