Through Your Eyes ~Karma Akabane X Reader~

Chapter 5: Karma

 "See you tomorrow, Miyuki-chan." I called out to Miyuki as I headed out of the shoe locker room.
"Bye, (F/ N)-chan!" I heard her call back and I raised a hand up to give her a small wave of acknowledgement since I was too lazy to turn around.
Just as I stepped out of the entrance, an unfamiliar male voice abruptly came out of nowhere. "(L/ N)-san!" it called out.
I grimaced. I had a meetup with (F/ N) that afternoon after school and the last thing that I wanted was some random guy to deal with. I forced a smile onto my face before turning around to find a tall, lanky blonde standing before me. "Yes?" I replied in the sweetest voice that I could possibly muster.
"Ah, yes, I'm Ishikawa Hiroki from class 3-B," he began and gave a flip of his obviously dyed blond hair. I tried my best to stifle a scowl. "But you've probably already heard of me, I mean, I am pretty popular around here."
The typical, pompous playboy, huh?
I tilted my head and smiled at him. "Oh, sorry, but I've never heard of you before. I suppose you're not as popular as you think you are."
His eyes widened and he seemed embarrassed by my sudden remark. But like any other playboy, he regained his infuriating confidence in a millisecond which only pissed me off even more. He flipped his straw-like hair again and I felt my eye twitched. "Well, that's probably because you're still new here but since you're cute, I'll let you off the hook." He teased and winked.
I almost vomited.
"But let's get to the reason why I called you, shall we?" he smirked, running a hand through his unruly hair which he probably thought was 'fashionable'. I felt my fingers twitched at the action, feeling an unbearable urge to rip those dried grass excuse of hair from his arrogant head. "I called you because I have something to confess to you, my dear (L/ N)-san. And that is... that I'm in love with you!"
I refrained myself from letting out a scornful huff.
"So, my lovely (L/ N)-san, will you go out with me?" he inquired with another flip of his hair as though that would convince me to accept him.
I was contemplating on whether or not to kick his ass when a brilliant idea came into my mind. A smirk instantly made its way onto my lips and I swiftly replaced it with a girly pout so I could carry out my plan. "Oh, Ishikawa-kun-"
"Please, call me Hiroki." He insisted which only made me want to squish him like a pesky little insect.
"Hiroki-kun," I continued. "May I ask what is it about me that made you fall for me?"
"Huh? Well..." he scratched his head. "You're really cute and you have really pretty eyes."
So I was right, he's just another idiot playboy who's after (F/ N)-san only for her looks.
"Oh... I see..." I placed a finger on my bottom lip to forge an innocent look. "I'm sorry, Hiroki-kun, but you're not my type..."
"W-w-what?" Hiroki cried with wide eyes, not even bothering to disguise his shock. "B-but- what is your type then? Just tell me! For you, I'll be any type of guy you want!"
I shyly glanced down and mumbled in a timid tone, "Well, I... have a thing for guys with shaved heads..."
Hiroki blinked. "Shaved... head...?"
"Yea," I nodded meekly and glanced up at him. "So... will you shave your head for me?"
"I-I-I-" he stuttered reluctantly, obviously regretting his hasty offer.
I smirked a little to myself at his reaction. He was probably planning to make up some stupid excuse not to do it and acted like what he said had never happened so I decided to give him an extra little push. I purposely stepped closer to him and pressed my breasts together with my arms as I held onto (F/ N)'s bag in front of me. I already had the top two buttons undone due to the hot weather that day so the extra push of my arms just created more cleavage. I also intentionally bend over a little so I would be certain that Hiroki would get an eyeful of it.
His stupid face flushed crimson at the sight of my cleavage.
Bingo!
"Y-y-yes! Of course I will!" he blurted out and he was seriously dumb enough to keep on staring as though he assumed that I wouldn't notice that his eyes were obviously not on my face! "I-In fact! I-I'll go shave it right now!"
I grinned. "That's great!" I exclaimed and jumped back, making my chest bounce a little at the impact. Hiroki obviously noticed it and I caught a glimpse of red seeping down his nose.
I really tried my hardest not to glare and scowl at him at that moment. Realizing his unexpected nosebleed, his hands immediately flew up to his face to cover his bleeding nose. "U-Uh, if you don't mind, I'll be going now!"
And within less than a minute of saying that, he was off running probably to the nearest hair salon. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels.
"Idiot." I huffed aloud and started to make my way to the little café downtown.


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When I finally reached the café where (F/ N) and I decided to meet up, I was already fifteen minutes late. I scowled to myself.
That damn idiot Hiroki...
Upon entering the café, I instantly spotted (F/ N) who was sitting in a corner. She held up her arm up and waved when she caught sight of me. I returned her wave with a nod of acknowledgment and walked over to the table where she was seated.
"You're late." She frowned with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Yea, I know," I grimaced as I sat down on the empty chair opposite hers. "I got caught up with some trash."
She cocked up a confused eyebrow. "Trash...?"
"Never mind, it's not important." I said. "So have you found anything on how to fix this shitty problem that we're in?"
She furrowed her brows at me. "Karma-kun, I told you before, don't cuss with my voice-"
"Yea, yea, whatever," I waved her off. "Just get to the point already."
She let out a sigh and scrolled through something on my phone before showing to me what was on its screen. It was a map and an address which I'd never seen before.
"What's this?" I inquired, puzzled.
"It's the address and directions to the lucky charm store which had opened the stall where we got our charms from." She explained. "Before the owner had given me the charm, I saw that she had placed it in a special box apart from all the other charms that were on display at the stall. So that means that there's a possibility that she knows that these two particular charms are special and maybe even... magical."
I took my phone from her grasp and sat back in my chair. "That makes sense."
"Of course it does, how dumb do you make me to be?" she asked with knitted eyebrows.
I couldn't help myself but smirk and averted eye contact from her. In a singsong voice, I said, "I never said that I thought you were dumb~"
"Whatever." She scrunched up her nose and opened her palm. "Now give me my phone, I have to text someone whom you probably wouldn't if I asked you to."
It took me less than a second to figure out who she was talking about and my smirk faltered and was replaced with a dull expression. I dug a hand into her uniform's skirt pocket while I held onto my phone with the other. I drew out her phone and placed it in her waiting palm. "You're going to text your bratty boyfriend, aren't you, (F/ N)-san?"
She breathed out a sigh and gripped her phone with both hands as she scrolled and texted. "Sometimes, it irritates me how well you know me, Karma-kun."
"Well, I've practically grown up with you so it'd only be natural for me to know how your pretty little brain works." I smirked at her.
She glanced up from her phone and frowned before returning her attention back onto the device in her hands. I sighed and slumped back in my seat. My eyes scanned through the contents displayed on her phone's screen. My eyebrows rose in surprise when I reread the store's address. I looked back up at (F/ N) who had a reluctance expression on her face. I rolled my eyes.
"You still haven't made up with him yet, have you?" I inquired, feeling slightly annoyed.
She slowly, timidly shook her head in reply. I let out another sigh. "Jeez, it's already been three days since that phone call incident, when are you going to man up and make up?"
"You're in no position to lecture me on this," she argued. "And... since when do you care if we make up or not? Weren't you against the idea of us dating just a few days ago?"
"I don't," I replied. "In fact, it'd be best for me if this fight that you two are having just ends your relationship once and for all."
She parted her lips, getting ready to speak but I cut her off before she could. "But," I started. "You seem sad, and seeing you frown all the time kind of pisses me off so I'll let it slip just this once."
Her eyes widened slightly at my words and she seemed to be stunned speechless. "Even if it means accepting your relationship with that jerk, I'd do it as long as it makes you happy." I added.
There was a short pause until she spoke. "T-thank you... Karma-kun."
I cracked a smile. "No problem." I then remembered my earlier question and I quickly held up my phone so she could see. "Also, the lucky charm store is in Kyoto? That's almost two hours from here by train!"
"I know," she said. "That is why we're going there tomorrow. It's a Saturday which means no school and no pretending to be each other. We can catch the earliest train so we can be back as soon as possible."
I took a moment to consider her words. "Fine." I replied, crossing my arms.
"Good." She smiled and glanced at her phone. "And we should better get going if we want to make it in time."
I furrowed my brows, baffled. "In time for what?"
"To meet Asano-kun," she responded as she stood up from her seat. "I've texted him to meet me at the overhead bridge at sunset when we'll switch back to our own bodies so you wouldn't have to suffer through another conversation with him."
"Praise the lord." I exclaimed sarcastically.
"Come on!" she urged, tugging on my arm. "I need my body when I get there."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming," I sighed as I got up from my chair. "There's no need to get your panties in a twist."
She instantly dropped my arm. I glanced at her to see a disgusted scowl plastered across her face. "Pervert." She hissed.
I rolled my eyes.
This is going to be a long day...


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I was standing at the bottom few stairs that led up to the overhead bridge downtown with my hands shoved in my pockets. I breathed out an irritated sigh and stared up at (F/ N) who was talking with that bastard Asano on the middle of the bridge. We had already returned back to our own bodies since twilight had already started not five minutes ago.
From their angle, even if I got caught, he still wouldn't be able to see me as long as I bent down. That was why (F/ N) wanted us to get there earlier, so she could adjust my position and tell me where to hide while they talked.
I really didn't know why I still chose to stand there, waiting for her below. I could think up of a million of other stuff that would be much better than to just wait silently like a dumb rock for her while she spoke with her boyfriend... whom I hated. So... why?
"Why am I even doing here?" I mumbled to myself.
I could've gone home and played video games or read manga or anything else other than to feel an immense amount of frustration and irritation while I stood there at the bottom steps of that bridge, watching my childhood friend and my enemy mending their stupid relationship.
Just then, I noticed that (F/ N) have stopped talking. She was probably waiting for Asano to get her words through his goddamn thick skull and reply. I was about to look away when that bastard suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and kissed her. My eyes grew and my hands clenched into tight fists in my pockets.
I couldn't look away. No matter how hard I tried to. It was as though my body wanted to torture me by forcing me to watch them. Several moments had passed, and he was still kissing her. My jaw clenched and without thought, I pulled my right fist out of my pocket and forcefully punched the concrete railing of the bridge.
It hurt as hell.
I casted down my head and shut my eyes tight.
What... why do I feel like this?
I was in pain, I was confused, but most of all I was furious. I was furious at that snot-nosed brat, Asano. I was furious at him for kissing (F/ N), for dating her- I was furious that he had even met her! Why him? Why was it him?
Out of everyone in this world, why did you choose him, (F/ N)?
My eyes blinked wide open when a thought popped into my mind. "Could this be...?"
Love...?
I shook my head and pushed the crazy thought aside. I couldn't possibly be in love with (F/ N), we just grown up together and she meant a lot to me. That was all. I probably just wanted to protect her from creeps and jerks like I always had when we were little.
I wasn't sure if she remembered or not, that even though I pulled a ton of pranks on her when we were kids, I still protected her and beat up every bully who tried to touch her. She was my toy, and I had to protect my toy... or at least that was what I had told myself.
I sighed, resting my head against the concrete railing.
"What is happening to me...?"