Kazoku Futarikiri had never placed much value in labels - fat, skinny, loud, quiet, nice, mean. All they were good for was dehumanizing someone, trimming their existence down to a few adjectives.
But she was pretty sure she was a bad person.
Steal...
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I wandered around school, keeping my eyes peeled for the short, bushy haired girl. It surprised me I hadn't recognized her until Yaku pointed her out. That made me assume she was new but it didn't seem that way.
It was lunch, I sent a text to Yaku, instructing him to get Futarikiri out of the classroom somehow.
He agreed, but admitted it may take a bit. I didn't particularly care how long it took, as long as he succeeded. A strange anticipation was stuck in my gut, I should've been looking forward to this but I wasn't.
In fact, the more I thought about the more I considered her brother. Her parents are clearly always busy, but could they not even manage to take their own son shopping? There were two of them as well, even my dad alone spent plenty of time with me. Then maybe they had serious, high paying jobs that would result in them being away on business a fair amount.
Then why shop in a thrift store? Could they possibly be working lots of overtime in order to keep their family afloat? Were they in need of money?
Was that why she was taking wallets?
She didn't look guilty when I spoke to her, she just seemed uncomfortable. Aside from that it was difficult to read her. Futarikiri's eyes were always flickering around, though, making me wonder if that was part of her discomfort.
They weren't always moving around though, were they? Most of the time her eyes seem to focus on a single object, only flicker around at random intervals before settling back wherever.
A buzz from my phone interrupted my thinking. It was a text from Yaku stating that Futarikiri was on her way out to retrieve something from her locker.
I was stationed against the wall a few yards away. The hall wasn't very crowded so it was easy to spot the brunette grabbing a book from her cubby.
Pushing myself away from the wall, I walked over to Futarikiri, the anticipation growing. For once I wasn't quite sure what to say.
After all, this was the first time I've ever gotten my wallet stolen.
"Hey," I greeted, "fancy seeing you here."
A panicked looked flashed across her face before fading into neutrality. "Uh, I guess you could say that."
"College not good enough for you?" I asked, leaning against the lockers, placing myself between her and the entrance back to the classroom.
