The life of a 19 year old assasin........
Nagi Naoe
Published on February 26, 2004 By Nagi Naoe In Just Hanging Out
Tonight, I am going out with the Omi. We are going to the arcade then out for pizza. I may sound mundane or sheep-y... but I have nothing to wear... all I really have are those gray este uniforms (which I should just throw out), a pair of jeans with a few ratty t-shirts and my new school uniform, which is white and green. I suppose I could ask Schu if he has anything in my size...

*** Later ***

So instead of wearing Schu's clothing, he took me out shopping. We went to the mall again and looked around. He tried to get me to try on a leather... thing... but I refused. He claimed that I have sexy legs and an intoxifying voice, or something like that. Whatever.

As we walked, we talked mentally. I had forgotten just how much I missed him lately. He filled me in on what he knew of the Weiss kitties here in Tokyo then thought to spring on me that he knew where Omi is. I simply smirked at him and told him I knew. I wish I had a poloroid camera at that moment! His look was priceless as the knowledge that I knew before him struck him! Aaah, it's the little things in life that make everything worth while! I told him about emailing Omi and he consoled me. Anyway, we discussed the kittens for a long time.

After we bought me almost a whole new wardrobe, we went back home and played Mario Kart for a while. I got to thinking... about relationships and such.... I'm a 19 year old with hormones and I don't know what to do about that, so I thought of Schu.... And it just... it's bad to think of a telepath when he's sitting right beside you. Of course he felt me thinking and asked what I was thinking about.

Why do I think of him like that??? Because he is the only person who is so nice to me, who is willing to take me out shopping even though I have impeccable tastes in clothing, he helps me in everything I need, he understands me and cares for me... he -tells- me he cares for me, -tells- me he loves me in a brotherly way.... He's too damn nice to me. He's only what I've been looking for in every way. Only. But I know he's not like that. I know he isn't looking for anything long term at all. Damn it, I hate thinking of him like that, it only makes things between us uncomfortable. I almost ran away... but I couldn't leave him all depressed like that. We talked it through and parted on friendly terms again.>^.^<

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