Snippet #1980711

Shikeio
"Oh, it seems I've forgotten something. I'll be right back." Keicha pulled some kind of "sweet, innocent smile" that kind of made him want to puke. How fake could you get? As she disappeared into the trees, Shikeio sighed and shook his head. He might've been pretty dense, but he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew when he was being ditched. Frankly, his first idea was to go find Amaya. Screw this bitch. He didn't need this. But his "prefect instincts" wouldn't let him. So, he sighed again and counted in his head. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Oh fuck this. And with that, he launched himself into the trees after her. 

It took him a few seconds to realize he'd just passed her, though. 

He stopped on his heels and turned around, using his sharp eyes to locate her again. She was walking in another direction. Towards the Sun Dorm. How convenient. At least he knew where she was going. So, he took off in that direction, far enough away so that she couldn't feel the breeze he made or see him when he paused, but close enough so that he knew where she was. Soon, he grew tired of this, and he had an idea. Might as well. He shot ahead, and in a manner of seconds he found himself stumbling to a halt near the Sum Dorm. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited. If she asked how he'd gotten here before her, he'd say that he knew where she was going and decided to take a shortcut. Yeah. That sounded good. And if she didn't show in five minutes, he'd leave. Simple. 

Lo and behold, not four minutes later, who did he see? Keicha. He greeted her with a grin upon his face. "You know, last time I heard someone say they'd 'forgot something', he ended up in the woods. So, go figure. But at least you're back." He began to walk off, before turning his head and saying as parting words, "And that was a very fucking funny joke. Hi-fucking-larious." With that, he left her, going to find Amaya. 

Haru
He sat in the back of the classroom as usual, in the corner by the wall opposite the windows. He looked up at the ceiling, off in his own world. He was thinking about his half-solved Dia-Cube. It had been a gift from his sister years ago. Ever since, he'd try to solve it every so often. He really wanted to try now, but he'd left it on his bed. So, he tried to remember what colors were where and come up with a strategy. So, I'll move the red to the right, and slide the green row down, but then I'd have to move the white so that the red side can get completed, but that would mess up the yellow side...

He leaned his head on his arms, pretty much oblivious to his surroundings, lost in deep thought.