The Starless Eye of a Fake
“Ah, did it really happened?”
I waked up at the morning and looked at my alarm clock, it was 5:00 hours, trying to figure out that what happened yesterday night was real, but my memory is failing with me.
“Um?! An umbrella, what does it do here?”
Now, I remembered everything, this is her umbrella, that strange girl attacked me and I, somehow, conterataccked her, but after that…
“My head hurts… um?! What is this smell?”
It looks like someone is cooking, but I am the only vivid soul that lives here, I got up from my bed and walked to the kitchen, when looking for the mysterious smell, I saw a girl with her black hair, purple eyes and a smile in her face, it is her.
“Hello, good morning, I made some fried eggs and coffee for us”
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Ahn?! What do you mean? You invited me to live here”
“Um? I don’t remember that!”
“But it’s true, you invited me in old fashioneted way, it was cute”
“I am not cute and, besides, I don’t know your name”
“Tetsuyama Kokoro is my name, nice to met ya”
What a strange name of apresentation, the words aready are in a peculiar way, but the pose itself is complimented to that, she posed cruzing the legs and made a peace sign with her right hand and hided her left hand.
“I can see you are crossing fingers”
“Oh, by the way… what is your name?”
“I am Gisaku Nise... Hey, dont’t chaneg the subject like that”
“ The two kanjis that mean 'fake' togheter, what a strange name”
“Yes, yes, miss 'heart of full iron'”
“Don’t change the meaning of my name like that”
The talk was burning like fire, it was possible to see sparks coming from our eyes, but it seems that the fried eggs decided to join us, because they began to burn.
“My, My, Let turn it off”
“I'm going to turn off the gas now”
“I hope it still with a good taste”
“Ta da, here are your plate of fried eggs from me, the iron maiden”
She forced me to sit down and wait for the meal which she has prepared with her own hard work, unfortunately for me, the eggs that were mean to be fried turned to be more like carbonified and I could see in her face, she was waiting for me to eat, oh god, why?
It’s a food made by a pretty girl, It’s a food made by a pretty girl, It’s a food made by a pretty girl… I was mentalized these words to make the food seams better at my mouth, but it was useless. I could see that it was a good portion of food before, now these are only coal.
“Wow, You really are enjoing it, what a relief”
“Um?! You said I invited you to live here, but when?”
“You really forgot that, right?”
“Yeah, sorry about that”
“It was after our fight, it's humiliating, but you defeated me!”
“was I a little bit different when that happened?”
“Now looking better… you hair was white and your voice tone are, now, different”
“Oh, sorry, did I messed up? Was he, I dunno, your brother?”
“No, it was me, sorry about that damn incident”
She was confused by what I mean by “damn incident”, it will be worse if I have to explain this kind of stuff, for now, I will just avoid this painful subject.
“Oh, it's class time, I am late”
I looked at the clock, the same I use as a alarm clock, and it was 6:30, I have to run and fast, the class begins at 7:00, my god, my god.
“But the food…”
I could not let her in my room, I prefer to die, if she finds my “top secret collection” or something about my well hided secret, for now I will just push her for outside of my apartament.
“leave it for later”
We leaved the room, I locked the door and began to run for my high shool, however she seems like she has my age then she must study somewere, so…
“By the way... what is your school?”
“Wait, wait, not too fast, I am panting”
We were running at the streets and, in the middle of the traject, a young and an old lady, talking and after some time, and with time I mean seconds, the young one apointed at us and said:
“Look, look over there, a young couple, that’s just lovley”
“What? Oh, sorry…”
After they saied this nonsense that I noticed I was holding her right hand and we should be appearing like a couple in a hurry, she was blushed, red like a tomato, incredibly, this made her cuter than before.
“Could you, please, stop holding my hand?”
“Oh, no, I am late for the class”
“Wow, who is she?”
and I will respond with a smile:
“She is living at my room, isn’t she pretty?”
Hehehe, thanks, my soulmate, thanks for invite her to live with me, I am gonna owe you a lot after that. For now, I will just enjoy this race, but where does she study?
“What is your high school?”