Ne, Is That You?

Chapter One

Scrolling through Voogle images, a brunette girl critiqued each one, trying to find the one that she would think was 'perfect'. Pushing the frames up her nose, she stuffed a chip in her mouth. Scanning the pictures once more, she stopped her search and said "Aha. Mako-san, I found you..."

Shirou clicked the image and hugged the computer, glee showing in her eyes. "... So perfect.." The monitor showed a man with ash-colored hair and tempting brown eyes. "Mako-san..." she daydreamed, and dozed off with her head rested on the palm of her hand.

She had a messy room for a girl. Romance games were scattered on her floor while her untidy bed housed a bunch of plushes. Posters of her 'Prince Charming' were all over the wall, there was even one that was... quite disturbing.

She just couldn't get over him! His calm voice echoed in her mind, saying "I love you". His image was stuck in her brain.

Shirou was someone you would call a spoiled, prissy brat if you looked at her background, but she was nothing like that at all! Despite her cheery smile that was always stuck on her face, she was a mature girl who always looked ahead.

With her monotone, deadpan voice, she would give her classmates the wrong impression of her. They would call Shirou an emotionless rascal, but she paid no mind. They could say whatever they want, she would think, it's their fault for being guilty later on.

"Nee-chan! There's someone waiting downstairs!" her older sister screamed from downstairs. "Eh?" She responded with a startled jump. "Ah.. Just a minute," she quietly said and changed her pajamas into some sweatpants and a oversized shirt.

Scratching her head, she stomped downstairs, groaning. "Who is it?" she asked, peeking behind the wall lazily to see who was in the living room. "Ano... Sorry for the intrusion Shirou. You don't mind right?" a seductive voice said.

"R-Ren-senpai? What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, but her voice showed no emotion as always. She sat down next to him, scooting over a bit farther away from him.

"Did you miss me?" he said, moving himself nearer Shirou. A soft punch was earned in response. The male holds his hands up in surrender and opens his bag, "I was going to tutor you, remember? You must've forgotten again... airhead."

Shirou smirks, and arranged a table for them. Telling him that she was going to her drinks, she wondered why he came over. She didn't ask him to tutor her.. So why? Without looking where she was going, she clumsily dropped two bottles of Ramune while Ren rushed over to her. "Are the Ramune ok?"