Chapter 4

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The next day, we agreed to meet up in Hachiko again. Getting ready to leave, I began to question if I should tell Beat and Rhyme what happened last night. What exactly would I tell them? Hell, I don't even know what happened last night. What happened last night? Who was that girl? Who was shooting at us? Who was that guy? How did he know me? Why did I see him in my dream? Could he really be-? No. Stop thinking about him Neku, he's gone. And he's probably never coming back.

I finished up and made my way over to Hachiko, trying my best to silence my thoughts for fear of thinking of him again.

Crowds of people have flooded the streets, as usual. I looked for familiar faces among the masses of people. Nope, nope, nope, still nope, nope, no, no, no, no, no, no, no- found em'. As I jogged towards my friends, I caught fragments of their conversation.

"Wait...SAY WHAT!" Beat yelled suddenly.

"I'm telling you! It was insane!" Shiki exclaimed with him.

"Oh my gosh, that sounds scary. Are you two okay?" Rhyme joined the conversation.

"Yeah, me and Neku got home safe."

"I heard my name" I added walking into the circle.

"Oh, Neku, I was just telling them about last night." Well, I guess the decision was already made for me. Beat looked to me with a flabbergasted look.

"Yo! Like, she bluffin' or?"

"Nope, 100% true."

"Yo! THAT'S INSANE!" He yelled in response.

"Beat, keep your voice down, people are staring..." Rhyme tugged on his shirt.

"Yeah, it was pretty insane..." I awkwardly laughed to myself.

We started to look around in the 104 building; browsing clothes, window shopping, making jokes and laughing. It was...nice. Like we were normal teenagers. I guess I'm finally starting to get used to the whole having friends thing.

Everything was normal.

That was, until, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of bright red.

I turned my head towards the red, it all then came into focus. Long, flowing brunette hair. Fair white pale skin. A red school uniform. And the dead give away, a pair of bright red eyes. It was her, the girl from last night. What the hell is she doing here?! Maybe it's just coincidence, maybe she's just shopping for clothes, or maybe it's just a girl who looks like her. You know what, just don't think about it...If I ignore her, maybe she'll go away.

So I did. 

Or, I tried to.


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