Chapter 03 - There Will Always Be Awkward Silences Between New Friends.
It was a disaster. Everything was a disaster. She should have just committed seppuku while she still had the chance. Or maybe she should have just murdered the Shimura-guy and that might have just alleviated the agitating beast inside her right now.
She got to her first class two hours late. On top of that, she looked like she was ready to kill anyone who would cross her way. Her classmates looked so terrified of her. And then she gave her teacher a yankee snort when he asked her a question on their lesson. She was sent to the principal’s office for disrespecting the teacher.
And now her mother is going to hear from the school board. Damn.
She could picture it all now. Her mother receiving a phone call or a letter about her attitude. The school would ask that she be taught good manners and right conduct or worst be transferred to another school for the sake of the teachers and other students. The old hag might even hear from them that she was scaring her classmates with her incessant scowling and glares.
She wouldn’t even blame them if they put that on her report. She was sure there is a scowl and a glare on her face now.
“You look like you might just kill someone, Hime.” This man in front of her is injecting sarcasm. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic. If you’re having doubts about it, I guess you’re that stupid.” Kill him. Right, I should just kill him and take him to the river and throw his lifeless body there, Hitomi thought gloomily.
But she knows his voice. Hitomi’s mind raced as she scrambled to remember where she had heard that voice. His face doesn’t even a ring a bell to her. But she would have remembered someone like him if she had ever met him even once. Because his was a face that you wouldn’t even forget.
Hair as black as midnight framed a soft-angled face, skin as pale as the finest alabaster was made even brighter by the harsh rays of sunlight streaming from his back and his eyes, eyes that look down upon her with mockery, had that unusual shade of purple like the sky just after the sun sets.
And he reminds her of the meeting she had with another bishounen just that morning. Why was it that all good-looking men that approach her are half-insane? She could not fathom what they see in her to make them bully her so much. She just transferred for God’s sake and people she doesn’t know are looking for fights with her.
Ignore the stranger. Just ignore the stranger. She should keep repeating this mantra if she wants to get through her two years without her reputation being scathed on the least.
But it seems the handsome stranger won’t let her off that easily. “Still quite rude I see, Hitomi-sama.”
She knows this voice—this irritating and condescending voice. Where have she heard it? Did she miss a clue somewhere? And he certainly knows her. He wasn’t in her class and still he knows her name. Who on earth could this guy be? “Who are you?”
It was amusing to see her so confused and curious at the same time. Finally, he had made her look at him. Finally, she was seeing him. And he was reveling on every moment that her eyes were roaming his face for any sign of familiarity. Though it hurts quite a bit that she doesn’t seem to remember who he was to her.
But he would make sure that it would not stay that way.
“I’ll tell you a story, a very interesting one—one that involves a very brave girl and a rich boy who was picked on by the country boys because he was timid and sickly.” And there it was the flicker of recognition, the lopsided smile that shows uncertainty if she was remembering the same person from before and the quiet recollection of old memories. He could see it all on her face and the unease—the hurt—that he felt earlier was magically lifted.
