A Shadow From The Past

Mika's P.O.V.

I scan the grassy, worn field. All I see is the sligtest flutter of grass that has been stamped to the ground from the constant flow of footsteps. There is no one else out at this time. Dusk is closing in, and everyone is either in their quarters, or in the mess hall.
"He should be back by now," I grumble, frustrated.
Kimizuki snorts. "Yeah. If he didn't do something stupid. Which, let's face it, he probably did."

I ignore the twinge of agreement that sparks in my stomach and continue to watch over the darkening horizon. Slowly, a sauntering form approaches and is joined by another, more reluctant silhouette. As they get closer, I can see the triumphant smirk glued to the first figure's face. The second person's eyes are downcast, but the corner if his mouth gives a slight twitch.

"Yuu?" Yoichi asks in a small voice.
"Cut the crap, pretty boy. We don't have time for this," Kimizuki growls, stepping forward menacingly. I grab his arm and tank him back. This could be a trick. I refuse to believe that Yuu could switch sides so easily. He must be up to something.
"He isn't pulling any carp with you, isn't that right, 'pretty boy'?" Shinoa asks, flicking me a sneer.
A smile creeps slowly into Yuu's face. "If that's what you'd like to believe."

A/N I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating in forever, it's been so long that I actually had to see where I left off in my story and I noticed that I had a grammatical error and of course I had to fix. It's coming soon I hope.