♕–;
The Southerner shook her head swiftly almost eager at the chance to interact. Spending time with peers proved to be fleeting and precious so she valued it despite its brevity. “It’s alright,” she reassured the other girl as her brow knit in concern. Her voice had often been lost in the shuffle among her brothers and father so she was familiar with repeating herself. “I think it’s good to express oneself. It isn’t healthy to keep it all inside, right?” or so said the girl that bottled up every negative emotion possible.
❝Ahaha, you’re right about that! Nothing good ever comes of keeping it all inside. Sooner or later, you’re liable to explode.❞ Not that she was really one to talk, either. Kagome was…an old hand at ranting and speaking on and on without pause, but there was just as much that she refused to share with anyone. Even Sango didn’t quite get the full run-down of every single thought that passed through her mind, and THAT was saying something. ❝If you’re sure – I could use an ear. I mean, not a physical ear; a metaphorical one!❞
“Hey, no one’s concerned here, ya’ dig? You just keep bringing the guy up so what the hell? I just figured I’d ask.” Her words were definitely contradicted by her reddened hue, that was for certain. He assumed Kagome missed this mystery person a good deal to constantly remind him that she was reminded of this other guy with only his mere presence. That, or she just happened to be one hell of a talker. “Oh, I’m the annoying one. Says the girl who keeps comparing me to some other guy. Listen, Kags, I’m sorry about your long distance relationship, but don’t forget I’m one in a million. Besides, I bet he can’t even pull off a pompadour like me.”
❝LONG DISTANCE – You know what? Just forget I ever mentioned it!❞ Huffing loudly, she crossed her arms across her chest and turned her head away, attempting to remember to breathe. ❝You’ve got some nerve, honestly…Anyway, pompadours are stupid and overrated. What are you trying to prove? That you’re some kind of delinquent? You don’t really need any help there, do you? Mr. ‘I’m the Worst Punk’!❞
“Don’t be such a hard-ass, Kags.” He responded, ignoring her demand to be called by her actual name rather than the nickname he had assigned her. It fit, didn’t it? So why not call her it? That aside, he was growing steadily curiouser by her comparisons to Yusuke and this mystery fellow she kept referring to. “Okay, okay– I get it. There’s someone like me. Well? You always this vague or are you gonna tell me who this guy is? Your boyfriend maybe?”
❝Excuse me? Didn’t you hear what I just – ❞ I’ll take that as a sound ‘no,’ then. Breathe, Kagome. Attention effectively averted upon hearing his not so subtle demand for clarification, a light flush crossed Kagome’s cheeks, and she cleared her throat before answering. ❝No, but I didn’t think you’d be that concerned about it, anyway. He’s definitely not my boyfriend, so forget about any indirect flattery! This person is someone I knew once, a long time ago. He’s kind of annoying and persistent, so I guess you two must be related, somehow.❞
❝I can’t believe grandpa told everyone I was suffering from ankylosing spondylitis, and that’s why I couldn’t make it to school last week. The fact that they accepted that excuse is even more ridiculous!❞
♕–; Something about the maiden peaked the little queen’s interest. Or maybe it was merely because she seemed so ordinary like any other girl in Japan. Though Saya knew better than anyone that the extraordinary bloomed from humble vessels. So when addressed Saya covered up her mouth, “Oh!” She apologized. “S-sorry, I just?” envied other girls? “I kinda got lost in thought there for a minute.”
❝No, no, it’s perfectly alright! It’s kind of my fault; I just spoke without thinking.❞ Truthfully, she had turned to address the nearest person, lost in thought, herself. Maybe I should pay more attention next time… ❝I didn’t mean to bother you, really! It’s a bad habit of mine to just say…whatever, when I think it, regardless of company. In fact, I’m kinda used to being ignored. But since you’re here –❞
Well, there went the delinquent’s pride. He had never been one to truly care much for popularity and recognition, however, for someone who seemed to be around his age and not have heard of him? That was just something he had not foreseen. Recovering from this momentary shock, his chocolate hues remained fixated on the raven haired girl. “Geez! You need to get out more then. Besides, who the hell could remind you of me. I’m one of a freakin’ kind, Kags.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong about that – ❝I’m sick a lot.❞ Technically not true, but that was the explanation that everyone else got, so she figured it would work with him, too. She blinked, momentarily taken aback, and then frowned. ❝Don’t call me that! It’s Kagome, not Kags; got it? Anyway, there’s this guy I know that’s ‘one of a kind,’ himself. Funny; you both have an equally bad attitude. I guess the similarities went deeper than I thought.❞
‘ I’ve never seen that uniform before. Where are you from? ‘
❝Oh, just some school somewhere in Tokyo –❞ Vague, but quite honestly, it had been so long since she’d last attended classes, she was actually starting to forget its name. ❝You must not be from the area, huh? I thought it was a pretty noticeable uniform, actually.❞
