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If you would ask Yashiro how she ended up in this situation, she would blame Hanako. I mean, it’s his brother with whom she was at the moment.
Yashiro wasn’t in danger by any means but she wouldn‘t call herself one hundred percent safe either. It was Tsukasa after all.
But now as Yashiro was looking at him, watching her hands as she carefully painted his nails in a muddy brown, almost black if you didn‘t look closely. A sigh left the girl the second she finished the first hand. It didn‘t even look all too bad. Maybe a little messy on some corners but nothing which was too obvious.
„Uwahhh…“
As red pink eyes turned towards Tsukasa‘s face, Yashiro was met with a set of almost sparkling eyes. „I take it you like it, no?“ The question didn't exactly need to be asked, after all, she saw his reaction but it was Tsukasa. The more unpredictable Yugi twin.
„why, of course!“ Throwing his hand through the air, Tsukasa floated around like a dust bunny. If it wasn't for the simple reason that the boy was almost bipolar, she could let her guard down more. “Do my other hand now!”
The way he behaved reminded her of how he acted around Hanako. Bubbly and hyperactive. Well mostly he did at least.
“But you have to sit still. I don't want it to look even messier than the other side.” Her voice had maybe been stern but anyone with a good set of eyes could see how warm those ruby eyes of hers were. She was never one with the best set of backbone, always treating her enemies like friends.
A flaw of hers, which will surely cost her something precious one day. At least that was what she thought would happen. If she was lucky, maybe the opposite would even happen, gaining new friends and such. The last one surely sounds better to her.
Letting out a little pout, the boy lowered himself down to the ground again, sitting next to the cream haired girl. “M’kay.”
Each finger had taken them a little while. After all, she was trying to make them look nice to not only show off her skill but also because it had to look good.
Others would maybe think that doing such activities after a while would be boring but she would greatly disagree. Maybe in silence it would be but Tsukasa was anything but quiet. Not even thirty seconds after she started, he would either ask her something, babbling about Hanako- well Amane in that case- or simply start humming and singing.
Of course her favorite was to hear stories of their childhood but not exactly when she was trying to concentrate. Her attention will always get easily pulled away from her task to either show a reaction, ask something or just listen fully to everything.
Her second favorite was Tsukasa’s singing. Surprisingly, he had an almost angel like , praised voice. It was like a soft tune, carrying her across each leaf in a gentle autumn breeze.
Not only was his voice nice to her but he was familiar with more modern songs too. Not exactly too modern but the ones, which sound like the one sung in his life. He had told her that at least at some point.
“The way you saved me, who could blame me
When I just wanna make you smile.~”
Yashiro wasn't an expert in most songs like those but she knew a few. Her mother loved them and made her listen to them too once in a while.
Humming each word with the boy, she let herself forget completely about her problems. Each carefully placed stroke of the polish made her vibe more and more with their little bubble.
“I wanna thrill ya like Michael
I wanna kiss you like Prince.~”
No school stress.
“Let's get it on like Marvin Gaye, like Hathaway
Write a song for you like this.~”
No soon to end life issues, which affects not only her but also her close friends.
“You′re over my head, I'm out of my mind
Thinking I was born in the wrong time
One of a kind, living in a world gone plastic.~”
For one of the few times since she got the information, Yashiro had finally found her small piece again.
Funny enough, it was from the one guy she was warned to stay away from. The one, who had only planned on using her as he pleased but sitting together in an empty classroom, away from everyone else. She felt comforted.
Putting the nail polish down, she inspected her work one last time. “I'm done!”
Just like the first time, golden eyes scanned her work happily. “Nene-chan has a good skill there.~” Tsukasa almost sang the compliment while bouncing from side to side.
“Hehe, of course. How else would I get a boyfriend if I can't even make myself look good?” She put her hand on her hips, with a big smile. But instead of an agreement or simply being treated like a shoved aside comment, Tsukasa looked at her puzzled.
“But Amane likes you without nail polish too.”
“Huh?”
Blinking like a goldfish at her, Tsukasa continued. “Amane likes you without nail polish, so you don't need that skill.” Turning his eyes away in thought, he completely ignored the way Yashiro turned red at the comment. “But you already have it so… You can use that skill on me!” The boy's eyes were back on her, already making up most of their meeting and possibilities to get to experience stuff he couldn't when he was alive.
“I-I… Did you just confess for Hanako to me?!”
“Did I? I thought you were already-”
Sparkling eyes filled with amusement told Yashiro clearly otherwise. It was fully intentional.