Some Afternoon. (Hime)

[Hiro]

It was after class, 5pm. The sun was about to set, and all the other students must have gone back to their dorms, or went somewhere else. But, one thing’s for sure: they are all out of the school premises.
Hiro, then, was left inside his room. While everybody was having fun that the classes had been over, he stayed inside his room, cleaning it. It’s been a bit messy—the type of mess where you couldn’t anymore see the floor. Since he had been very busy with stuff, he didn’t have the time to clean it. It’s a once in a lifetime chance that you will find this red-haired boy cleaning his room, though. Who could blame him? It’s really boring to stay there alone and do chores. Who liked doing chores anyway?
His orange shirt is already marked with the dirt that he had been wiping off from the top of his cabinet. His blue jogging pants were folded from the bottom part, to his knees, since he didn’t want to step on it and trip in the middle of what he is doing. His hair? Well, it was pony-tailed, but not in a girly way. It’s really a very tiring afternoon.

Hiro pushed the windows open, and placed the rag that he is holding on top of his bedside table. He sat on the floor and pulled a green suitcase under his bed. Taking a hold of the black zipper, he slid it open. It is loaded with some of his shirts. He never took them out, for some reason that even Hiro himself could not remember.
As he takes his clothes out, one by one, an old envelope fell. It caught his attention. Hiro picked it up and opened it. It revealed the letter that his grandfather gave him before he enrolled in this academy. He kept it. Two photos were inside the envelope, too—a picture of himself with his grandparents, and a picture of him together with his stepsister—they were standing beside a grand piano. A faint smile flashed on his lips. Hiro remembered that it was the last photo that they had together, before he moved to another place far from where she lived. The moments spent with her he could never forget.
The wind blew. And the photo of his stepsister flew, out his room. It fell flat on the corridor floor. He followed it, and just when he was about to pick it up, he heard someone coming…

[Hime]

OOC: =D~! *rides his back* Haven't rped for weeks, so excuse the weird post. xP

The small piece of paper flew with the steady wind, dancing in mid air until it landed on the ground, face down. It lay on the floor motionless until a person's shadow covered it. Small, delicate hands reached down as strands of golden hair touched the floor. Taking the photograph, the blue-eyed girl stood up from crouching down. She flipped it to the front to look what's behind the white surface. And a rather peculiar photo is what welcomed her vision--the kind of one that you wouldn't see everyday.

An old man and woman...a little boy...a grand piano...and a little girl. The four of them are standing besides the grand piano, squeezed together like happy family, smiling.

Hime remained silent, eyes locked on the small photograph. She doesn't know why, but something about it seemed so...so familiar. She was just on her way to her room from dinner, and then she came across it. Out of curiosity and concern for its owner, she picked it up. She was about to go find the one who dropped it, but it suddenly drew her into deep thought. What was in that picture? Hime couldn't answer herself. Everything in that pictures adds up to something meaningful. The old man's stance, the little boy's smile...and the little girl's--

PAIN. Like a flowing current, it struck her head without warning. She winced, her vision slowly becoming blurry. She nursed her head with her right hand, dropping the photograph once more on the ground. She failed to notice it because her hair covered much of her face. Because of it, she did not see too, that the person now standing before her was the one and only...owner of the photograph.

[Hiro]

OOC: yeah. sorry for the short reply. and for replying late. >.<

Hiro stood there, stared at the blond-haired figure in front of him. He knew her… he just did not expect that he will see her there, and holding the photograph.
He did not know what happened, but the next thing he saw was her, holding her head. She dropped the photo. Hiro rushed to get close to her, enough for him to touch her hand that she was touching her head with, his other hand on her shoulder, and with him standing just beside her.
“Hime,” He addressed her with a worried voice. “Are you alright?” He was worried that she would collapse.

The photo stayed lying on the floor.

[Hime]

“Hime,” The blonde girl felt warmth on he shoulder as a familiar voice rung gently in her ears. “Are you alright?” She remembers this voice...she knows it well, like it was something already deep inside her. It was different from what it seemed a long time ago, but she recall it well. This was his voice.

"Hi...Hiro-kun...?" Her trembling voice called his name softly. the pain was still there in her head, but she endured it for him. She shifted her head up, golden strands of hair sticking on her cheeks. Her vision was still blurred, but it managed to fix upon his face. Of what she could make out of what she is seeing was only the oval outline of his head, and the long dark red locks he has. Hime tried to give him a smile, but she still couldn't, for the pain of parting with Hiei left her was still so great.

As her vision became clearer, the first thing that attracted her attention was how the afternoon sun shone upon his hair. It made it shine bright scarlet, like that of blood. It reminded her of many things; Rage's death; Hiei's pain; her pain; and something more. Without warning, an image was flashed inside her head--a pair of piercing, dark red eyes, glaring death at her. The person had the same blood-dyed hair, and the same oval-shaped head. She felt fear numbing her body, enabling her to move.

Slowly, Hiro would then feel Hime's weight on him as she collapse to his arms. She wasn't unconscious, but she wasn't able to move. Not her legs, nor her arms.