Predator [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter Twelve

~Point of View: 1st~
~Character: (F. Name) (L. Name)~
~Location: Seirin High School Roof~

I find myself staring at the door of the roof as I slowly try to tame my ruffled hair. What does Kagami mean by "don't worry" about him? His actions and his abnormal personality is extremely concerning and worrying! I sigh and shake my head in disbelief. Could it be that he knows? Impossible. My mind whispers sharply. My instincts agree with my thoughts, but my gut twists in unease.

I need a break from all this confusing crap. I think with a small frown. First it was Aslynn trying to talk behind my back to impress Taiga, then it was Tetsu's strange absence from talking with me at lunch after Aslynn spoke with me, then Hyuuga acted even more kind than usual, and then Kagami's strangeness. I have no clue what's up with today, but at least it's halfway over.

I walk towards the door and give up on my hair. I open the door and step back inside the school to continue on with classes after lunch. Here we go for round two.

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I sit on the public bus as I stare at my phone. School finished about an hour ago for the day, and once more my parents are screaming at each other. So I decide, as always, to go to my usual place. I do hope Tetsu is there. I need to talk to him.

I look at my phone screen with a distraught expression at the latest text from my ex. Why can't he leave me alone? Can't he tell I don't want to converse with him? I wonder almost panicked. Seijuro's text message was basically telling me to meet up with him this weekend for some kind of chat.

I try to suppress the shiver of terror that treks down my spine in no real hurry. What would he want to possibly discuss? Probably nothing that will make me happy. I'll probably end up in tears like last time we spoke face to face. My mind spirals to all the possibly bad outcomes of a direct confrontation with Akashi.

When I reach my desired stop I get off the bus and head inside Maji Burger. I scan the seats for any sign of Kuroko, but he's strangely missing. I frown and sigh. Looks like I'll have to resort to text for that conversation. I notice that our normal seat is open and I head over and sit down. I slip my purse off my shoulder and set it on my lap. I just stare outside and watch the people and traffic come and go.

"(L. Name)-chan?" A deep voice asks bored. I swivel my head around and stare up at the navy haired male. His tan skin rippling over his prominent muscles.

"Daikon-kun?" I mumble confused. Usually the brute never notices me until I almost smack him in the face with a pass. He grumbles and scowls at my nickname for him.

"Still calling me a radish are you?" He almost growls.

"It suits you with your small brain and all," I manage to sass him. The powerful basketball player looks extremely annoyed by now, almost as if he's had a really bad day.

"I'm so sorry about him! Please don't take anything he says too seriously." A shorter, much younger looking boy pops into the picture. I visibly jolt and barely avoid hitting my head of the window. How can they see me so naturally? My mind is panicking.

"You . . ." I narrow my eyes and my words turn sharp. "How can you see me so easily?" I demand.

"I'm sorry!" The younger boy apologizes as he waves his hands frantically in front of him. His brown eyes wide and full of fear. Why exactly I'm not sure. "I'm sorry I can see you! I'm sorry I'm here! I'm sorry I'm alive!" He exclaims so frantically I actually stand up -- my purse falling to the ground -- and grab him by his biceps. Curse these tall people. I mentally growl.