Careful

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I knew I shouldn't have been there that afternoon; I was supposed to be eating lunch at the cafeteria. Although, considering the circumstances that time, I'm sure I would've still done the same thing.

Perhaps I really don't understand myself at times. Like, when you're choosing between chocolates or flowers, you're not sure what your answer would be because you know that at one time or another, you'd chosen otherwise than your former choice. Not that I've been torn between chocolates and flowers in my life before. Of course, nothing beats chocolates.

Anyway, considering that not all the students in the school are happy with having me around—I'm a transfer student who'd just gotten the unfortunate luck of getting enrolled in this school—I guess, there was no way that I would've stayed there at the cafeteria that lunch. Honestly, I don't know what the problem with me was (or even with them, for that matter). Is it possible that they could hate me for no particular reason?

I guess, the only option for me that time was to go outside the building and eat lunch somewhere outside, and since the trees appeared to be giving off enough shade to whoever wanted to stay under them, I was tempted to sit down on the grass and, just, feel the wind blowing through my hair. I was sure lots of by-passers might've thought it was weird, but when you're hungry, and you've got no other place to stay, the people's opinions are the last thing you'd ever think off.

Fortunately, there weren't much students walking around that time, and not much attention, really. Perhaps, if it weren't for the unnerving silence and the eerie atmosphere, I wouldn't have noticed that little something that dropped to the ground beside me with a soft thud.

It was a small bird—probably a baby. I touched it gently, and watched it flutter erratically its little wings, only that he wasn't able to do much. At its movement, I was sure it has broken something, and since it's still small, it can't do much if it had fallen from more than six feet to the ground.

I quickly got up and scooped it up with my hands, gently. There was no way this little being could've fallen from the ground while it was flying, so maybe it had fallen from its nest, or something. I looked up above into the trees, and, sure enough, there I saw a little nest, almost completely obscured by twigs and leaves. There were even several small birds fluttering their tiny little wings.

I instantly felt bad about the little bird lying limply on my hands. Forgetting about my unfinished lunch, I carefully held on a protruding branch and stepped on the lower trunk after I secured the bird's position in my uniform pocket. Slowly, I made my way up. A few feet more and I'd be nearing the birds' nest.

To be honest, it was my first ever try to climb up a tree. I've never really done it in my entire life, probably because I knew I'd definitely hate doing so—and I was right.

The instant I put the little bird to safety, the branch I was stepping at gave in. I yelled at the top of my lungs, though I was quite sure nobody would ever come to my rescue.

Strangely, though, I landed on the ground with not so much of a large impact. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on my back, facing the sky. The sky was so blue that time, I noticed, and the sunlight was just so soothing on my skin. Naturally, though, I have to get up and see what I've landed on to. I had to hold on to my neck softly, however. I felt some slight twinge of pain when I tried to crane a bit to the side.

I was surprised when I looked and saw that it was a person which I've landed on to. He was then sitting up, with his hand supporting his upper body carefully. Surely, his face was quite familiar, but I wasn't able to quite put a name on the face. He's got the darkest hair I've seen and, when I managed to peer under those bangs, I saw the most dangerous pair of eyes; which, however, looked the slightest bit shaken that moment. There were also two weird-looking metal objects by his side, which he appeared to have been holding on to before I fell, which then led me to the question . . .

How and when did he exactly arrive at that place?

Perhaps, I've seen him by the school gates that morning or in the hallways during class, but I wasn't really sure how he managed to get himself there under the tree that time. It was really strange, unless he was able to run inhumanly fast.

Emerging from my own little thought bubble, I asked him, "Are you okay?"

His eyes flickered to me and our eyes met. For one ephemeral moment, I was sure he was mad; though, there was something that made me somehow think otherwise.

"Does it hurt somewhere, or would you like me to accompany you to the Infirmary?" I was beginning to worry. I'm sure it must've hurt somewhere in him really bad; he just wasn't saying it. He just kept on glaring at me. I gulped and I wished I was shrinking.

He grunted and stood up a bit unsteadily and impatiently. I stood up as well, trying to give him assistance; though he didn't seem to need it.

I saw him sort of massage his left elbow with his right hand. I just stared at him and wished that I could somehow do something to help this stranger. Well, if it wasn't for him, I would've probably have gotten my neck broken—or worse, my spine. I'm sure he's just hiding the pain.

I didn't really think of apologizing, but for some reason, I just felt that I have to.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there, really. If I did, I would've been careful enough—"

"Your ribbon," he said in a deadpan voice, and his words hung in mid-air. My ribbon? I instantly looked down on my uniform. Well, the ribbon's there, alright. I just let it hang loosely before getting out of the classroom. It was getting hot earlier, so I decided to unbutton the upper part of my blouse.

"Excuse me?" I said, unsure of what else to say.

His mouth was in a thin line before he spoke; his face unreadable. "We do prohibit improper school attire in this school. Next time, I suggest you stick to the proper school regulations if you don't want to get into trouble. That is a direct order from the Disciplinary Committee and from the Head Prefect."

I just looked at him and slowly nodded. I couldn't think of anything else to say. Who was he anyway to dictate me on something like that? And besides, it was just a simple loosened ribbon; it wouldn't really do any harm, or anything of that sort.

I raised my eyebrow when I looked down from his gaze. He sighed picked up the two metal pole-like weapons with his right hand (the one, I suppose, that wasn't injured) and left without another word.

I just stayed there and watched him leave; surprised and confused, at the same time.

The next morning, I was definite that he was the guy who was guarding by the school gates yesterday that's why he was so familiar. However, I didn't get to see him that morning, which made me feel sorry. I was hoping that that injury hadn't cost him a day from school.

I saw him once again before going for lunch. He was stepping out from the infirmary all alone, and his left arm was in a sling. I instantly felt bad for him. I just looked down and didn't say a word when he passed by me. I was sure he wouldn't even recognize me from yesterday.

"Hey, you."

Well, he did, and my heart skipped a beat. I turned around and saw him looking at me. His gaze moved from my face to the neat ribbon on my uniform, scrutinizing. His glares gave me chills. It was as if any moment, he would instantly chop my head off.

Then, he smirked. When I looked up, I saw that tiny hint of a smile on his lips.

"Good." He finally said. He then left without ever looking back.