Nothing to Worry About
I donï¿½t understanding whatï¿½s happening to us either. Each time I think that I have it figured out, some other piece of the puzzle just comes along changes everything for me. Iï¿½m already trying to find Mizukaï¿½s spirit again and now there are angels that have come into the picture.
I probably should back up on this.
The encounter with the angels started when I noticed Masayuki talking to some girl who Iï¿½ve never seen before in my life. But yet, she looks so familiar. I canï¿½t really understand why. I canï¿½t help but feel like Iï¿½ve seen her somewhere before. Iï¿½m almost tempted to her ask her. Itï¿½s not really my business, but stillï¿½
Itï¿½s now October 21st and I see Masayuki talking to that girl again. I probably should walk away and donï¿½t ask questions. But yetï¿½
They look like they are in a heavy conversation. I watch them from a short distance. Masayuki did most of the talking like he normally did. The girl with the strawberry blonde pigtails listened on in silence. She would occasionally stop him to ask a question. Of course, he would answer and keep on talking.
The conversation is always the same to me. They keep talking about solving some murder. I keep hearing saying her murder, but she looks perfectly alive to me. All of this listening led to try something bold today. As the girl turned to leave, I decided to follow her. I waited until Masayuki walked off to find Michiro before I trailed the girl. As I kept my distance with my following her, I tried to place where I had seen her before. She looks like she is from around here. She definitely not from our school. High-schooler, maybe?
She led me further into town before I lost track of her. I looked around the empty street. Now where did she go? Nobody just vanishes into thin air just like. Maybeï¿½ sheï¿½s not human. No, that canï¿½t be! Yet, it wouldnï¿½t be the first time I had anything from the Hidden Realm. Okay, so she may not be human, but what is she? A ghost? Or something else?
I felt my whole body go stiff as I felt someone breathing on my neck. I slowly glanced over to my right. White-blue eyes gave me a heavy stare.
ï¿½Is there any reason why youï¿½re following me so much?ï¿½ she asked. I tried to turn to her, but she forced me to face forward.
ï¿½Donï¿½t turn around,ï¿½ she warned me. ï¿½Just answer the question.ï¿½
ï¿½Why?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Why does there have to be a reason?ï¿½
ï¿½Because, I said so. Now answer my question.ï¿½
ï¿½How do you know Masayuki?ï¿½
ï¿½Why? How do you know him?ï¿½
ï¿½Heï¿½s sort of a friend to me.ï¿½
ï¿½Sort of a friend?ï¿½
I shrugged at her. ï¿½Itï¿½s a long story. Now how do you know him?ï¿½
ï¿½Heï¿½s helping me find something.ï¿½
She leaned in closer to my ear. ï¿½A little murder.ï¿½
I whipped around and got a better look at her. Sheï¿½s smiling at me. I felt a chill go up my spine at the look on her face.
ï¿½Whose?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½Mine,ï¿½ she said. I blinked at her.
ï¿½What?ï¿½ I asked her as if she just told a joke I didnï¿½t get. The girl only smiled and shook her head at me.
ï¿½Oh dear, I believe Iï¿½ve told you too much,ï¿½ she said. I blinked at her again.
ï¿½What are you talking about?ï¿½ I asked her. She told a step closer to me. I had to glance up at her to see her face again. I had no idea that she could be so tall close up. Then again, most of everyone is taller than me. She gave me a little smirk as she shook her head and took my face into her small head.
ï¿½I could kill you if I wanted just to keep you quiet,ï¿½ she said. I felt my heart leap into my throat when she said that. I really hope that sheï¿½s just telling a very bad joke. She gave me a little smile instead.
ï¿½Nah,ï¿½ she said at last. ï¿½Iï¿½m just going to send on your very way. So, run along.ï¿½ I stared at her still confused for what felt like the longest time in my life. The girl then tried to shoe me away.
ï¿½Go on!ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Get going! Now!ï¿½
ï¿½Okay, okay,ï¿½ I mumbled to myself. I turned and walked away. I thought that was the end to the strangeness for the day. That when I saw a red-haired woman with glasses standing across the street, staring at me.