Clair And Marina [Saiibo Fanfiction]

3- Those Ocean Eyes

I watched silently from a distance signed.

"There's my favorite Genius! So Tetsuya- sorry sorry Kiibo- what can I get you? The normal I'm guessing," Chimed Amami, he wasn't good at hushing... Was he?

Anyways, he (clearly softly) noogied the top of the boys head; causing the pale boy to simply respond with a meek hum of yes. Amami wasn't the friendliest person to my understanding, he was very secretive. So to see him be this warm to someone was a change. It... Made me wonder about Kiibo's personality.

That's when Kiibo turned and caught me staring. Obviously I was a bit embarrassed that I had been seen. So like any 'normal' person, I managed a weak and awkward smile. This is when Amami smirked. That probably wasn't a good thing. One of his co-workers walked up to the counter, drink in hand.

Amami took it and simply said," Pistachio and Raspberry ice cream smoothie for Shuichi Saihara."

He met my eyes for a moment, a small still smirk on his lips. I was the only person other than Kiibo at the restaurant. I knew he wanted me to socialize... But That was kinda intimidating, if I'm honest. So, taking a small breath, I stood and walked to the counter.

"Enjoy your drink Saihara," Said the green haired male, handing me my smoothie.

With that I anxiously scampered back over to my table, sitting down and obscuring my own vision with my hair. I awkwardly twirled the straw with my finger. Again, I probably looked like some angsty emo kid. That... Really didn't help my situation much.  

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" a soft and familiarly monotonous voice asked.

I looked up hesitantly, only to be met with the blue eyes of a pale boy, I cleared my throat and after a moment said," no, it's not taken. Would you... Like to sit here?"

Kiibo nodded and Simply sat down. He took a careful sip of the small cup of coffee in his hands. It seemed actually to be more of a latte, but that was beside the point. In morning lighting -as apposed to Amami's dark house- I could see how tired he seemed.

There were deep bags under his eyes, and I could see a bruise on his wrist that was covered by makeup- it was to dark for his skin. He looked like he was... Suffering. Though his eyes were so different. They glittered softly in the morning sunlight that filtered in through the cafe window. He seemed relatively emotionless, but his eyes were full and glistening.

Kiibo spoke after a moment," I apologize for Ouma's actions at Amami's party yesterday. He doesn't... Do that to other people very often. I hope you will forgive me!"

He was talking about that boy who chased him around at Amami's party when I walked in. His name was Kokichi Ouma. Ouma... Managed to figure out my talent. He then put things on his head and asked if I could find his *blank*... It got aggravating after a while, but quite honestly... I was used to it.

"Ah, no it's alright!... That sort of thing happens a lot. And there wasn't a way you could have stopped it. Really... You don't have to worry," My voice was slightly hushed, I knew I was being awkward.

Again.

Despite that, Kiibo looked as if some weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. We sat there in silence for a while. It wasn't bad silence. Not really anyways. At that point I realized that it was almost noon... Or at least eleven. I was out for way to long!

"Oh shoot... I'm sorry, I have to go, I'll see you around," I rubbed the back of my neck softly.

Kiibo looked up and said," ah! Wait!... You have my phone number do you not? I remember giving it to you yesterday... You can text me later if it's convenient."

And so I did. Later that day, my parents called me from the set they were on. They aren't bad people, so I shouldn't have been worried. I got scared though. They didn't call very often when I was staying at my Uncles, only ever to say they were coming home soon. That... Wasn't something they'd said today however. It was a bit unnerving. 

So, after working up the courage I shouldn't have needed... I sent a text to Kiibo. I was really nervous and I didn't understand why.

Shuichi Saihara: Sorry for texting you so abruptly, but may we talk? I'm not social and I need someone to screech my feelings to---

That sounded dumb. Though sure enough, I got a reply.

Kiibo Iidabashi: Of course! Though I'm not sure if text-to-speech will pick up you screeching ;^^

I laughed softly, okay- I had to admit. That was funny. He actually used proper grammar too, that's more than I can say for some friends (*cough Tenko Chabishera cough*)

Shuichi Saihara: Pft- no, I don't use text to speech. It would look like a keyboard slam with my stuttering self. Thanks though 

Kiibo Iidabashi: XD I don't even think it picks up on my voice. It's too robotic. So I get it!

Despite everything, Kiibo was funny and sweet. I actually had a lot of fun talking to him, and despite the fact that it was over text... I felt he listened and understood... It was nice. A change of pace from my recent insanity.
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Patient log: Tetsuya 'Kiibo' Iidabashi
Day 415,

Mental state- improving

Physical body- exhausted and bruised

Possible diagnosis- PTSD (Post traumatic stress disorder) or GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) seem to be the most likely as of now.

Additional notes- He seems to not to be injuring himself, as long as his trigger word remains unspoken. Then, the patient will fight whoever spoke it while crying. The patient isn't strong enough to do damage. The trigger word has been discovered as "Sensuality". This will prove to be very interesting...

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Yep. Chapter three you sinners. Oh, and if you hadn't realized- each chapter title is a line from an alternative song or a piano melody title. I've officially branded this story oops-

Word count: 1038
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