Chapter Forty-Four: Killing Time:

-Kyosuke-

I don�t go out on Friday nights. I usually stay home and read. However, I was alive back then. Tonight, I�m meeting somebody. My eyes scanned the packed club. I shook my head under the colored lights. People come to these places for fun? I didn�t understand it. Why not stay in for a quiet evening and read or be with family?

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I reached into my jeans pocket and brought it to my face. I just got a text from April. I stared at the screen puzzled. Okay, how did she get my number? I opened the message rather curious.

Look up, I can see you.

I lifted my head towards the balcony. At first, my eyes scanned the people seated. I finally spotted a skinny arm flagging me down. I dialed the number and held the phone to my ear. I watched that arm pick up her own phone.

�Hello?� April asked.

�How did you get my number?� I asked.

�The boss,� she replied. My face dropped.

�Watari-san did?� I asked.

�That�s right,� she said.

�Why would he do that?� I asked her.

�You�ve got me there,� she answered. I narrowed my eyes at her words. It sounded like a set-up to me.

�Well, where are you?� I asked.

�I�m just above you,� April said. �Come up and join me.� I shrugged my shoulders.

�Alright,� I said. I had to push my way to the stairs. I really don�t like crowded places. The subway was bad enough, but at least I was going somewhere useful. This was just too much for me. I panted when I made it to the stairs. I looked around me and frowned. Is all of Tokyo here tonight? Damn this is a headache.

�You�re almost there,� April said. �Look up.� I looked to see her motioning me over. Ah, finally. I quickened my pace towards her. She leaned on the table and smiled.

�Hi,� she greeted me. I found myself taken by her blue-green eyes. Her make-up brought out their color tonight. I gave her a little wave.

�Hi,� I muttered. She held out her hand to an empty chair in front of her.

�That�s better,� April said. I gave her a perplexed look.

�I don�t get it,� I said. �Why are we here?� She took a sip of her drink.

�To talk,� she replied. �You wanted to get to know me, right?�

�Well, yeah but�� I said.

�Hm?� April asked with an eyebrow raised. I struggled to answer her, but let the issued drop.

�Never mind,� I brushed off. April gave a little smile before taking another drink.

�Heh,� she said. I gave her a blank stare. I don�t understand her.

�So, what are we doing now?� I asked. April glanced over at me with a small smirk.

�Oh,� she replied. �Just killing time.� I blinked at her.

�Killing� time?� I asked.

�That�s right,� she answered.

�But why?� I asked. April shrugged her shoulders at me.

�Does there have to be a reason?� she asked. I slowly shook my head.

�Guess not,� I said in a low voice. April smiled before she put her hand up in the air.

�Waiter!� she called. �Two more shots, please?�

�Oh, no,� I cut in. �I don�t drink.� April turned her attention back to him.

�You don�t?� she asked.

�No,� I said.

�Why is that?� she asked. I shrugged and shook my head.

�Barely had the chance,� I answered.

�Ah,� April said. As I looked into those eyes of hers, I realized something. She could be so confusing, but I would love to hear her talking about anything. I ended up listening to her talk about nothing for the rest of the night.