Chapter 3

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Mutsumi, Miyumi, Kahoru

Momoko's POV:

I got up from bed and looked at the time: 8:30AM. Still quite early.

I took a quick shower and dressed in my everyday clothes. I told my parents that I would take a walk today so, I walked around the park just to get a cool breeze before the vacation.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply as I walk. Since my eyes were completely shut, I bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry!" I said.

"Watch where you're going!" she said. She has the same color as mine, red eyes but not as dark as Brick's, and a red bow that is kinda messy.

I gasped. "B-Berserk?"

She looked at me with weird look. "Berserk? What kind of name is that?"

"What? I-I thought-"

"Look, girl, if you're looking for a girl named Berserk, then you have to look more. My name's Mutsumi."

"Oh, s-sorry Mutsumi. You just look like someone I know."

"Che, whatever," she said and walked away.

I looked back at her. She really looks like her... I thought.

Mutsumi's POV:

I smirked as I walked away. That girl, she's so dumb. I'm glad she fell for my trick since it's going to cause a lot of trouble. Hehehe...

Miyako's POV:

I walked around my favorite store as I looked at the dresses they have.

I saw a baby blue with Sakuras printed at the bottom and at the waist down. (If you don't what Sakuras are, they are Cherry Blossoms)

I tried it on and it looked gorgeous on me! I bought it and was about to head out the store when someone bumped into me, which made me drop my bag.

"Um, I'm so sorry," I said and looked up.

She has long blonde hair tied up in pigtails, two dark blue bows holding her pigtails and dark blue eyes. Not as dark as Boomer's though.

"Brat?" I asked. It has been 2 months ever since I have encountered with Brat. I haven't seen her when Kaoru got kidnapped.

"Ugh, how rude! I'm not a brat!" she yelled.

"Oh, I'm so, so sorry. I thought you were someone with a name Brat."

"Who gives their child the name 'Brat'? It sounds so insulting."

"Okay, then, what is your name?"

"Miyumi. And you?"

"Miyako," I said and picked up my bag. "Gomen."

"Next time, look at where you're going," Miyumi said and walked away.

I looked at her. Why do I get the feeling she is Brat? I thought.
But, she said that her name is Miyumi. Naw, she's not Brat. Besides, she hated the name, I thought as I shrugged it off and walked home.

Miyumi's POV:

I chuckled wickedly. That Miyako is soo dense, easily tricked. Let's see what will happen when she sees me and Boomie together...

Kaoru's POV:

I got out of the house around 12:09 to go skateboarding. I went to the skate park and started practicing new moves.

I was also trying to beat Butch at the skateboarding competition since he always beat me at everything. But, I'm not going to let this all happen again. Of course, I'm gonna win this time.

Before I could go to the skating ramp, someone crashed into me while riding a skateboard.
I fell flat on my butt and I rubbed my head.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I yelled and looked up.

"Hey! I was skateboarding here! You're not even doing anything than just standing around here!"

I saw that she has raven hair and styled in a Mohawk. My eyes widened. "Brute?" I said and stood up.

"Brute? Brute is a monster," she shrugged.

"N-no. Are you Brute?"

"Hmph! Who names their child Brute? My name's Kahoru for crying out loud!"

Too be honest, she's getting on my nerves now.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, i'll just continue practicing my tricks. Ta-ta!" she said and went with her dark green skull skateboard.

I raised an eyebrow. She's lying. I know she's Brute. I'm sure of it, I thought and went to the skating ramp. I'll tell the Professor instead. I don't wanna be kidnapped again.

Kahoru's POV:

I smirked. She is not as smart as I thought she would be. I just need to keep this on. I wonder how Mutsumi and Miyumi are doing...

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A/N: It's already obvious. BTW, when I wrote the first chapter, it felt like I was writing a whole different story. You'll see my OC soon. Hehe...

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