ANYA ALSTREIM | Knight of Six | blogger | student at Shōtotsu High School
“Oh.”
There he was. The fire alarm had worked. She noted down the usefulness of fire alarms in assembling people in her diary. For future reference.
“I … found you.”
“Y-You.. are…. unbelievable….”
“So?”
Seeing the redhead dash out of the room, Anya silently walked out of the classroom, ignoring the snickers of the classmates.
Axel was nowhere to be found.
Anya hated having to move around so much. It was rather tiresome. And boring. Yes. She rather disliked boring things.
She wondered if she should use her Knightmare to locate him.
No. That would be bad, I think. People would scream. Bad.
The pinkette began walking down the hallway, immersed in her diary entries. She reasoned that she would find him eventually.
But waiting was boring.
So, naturally, Anya didn’t hesitate when she smashed the glass surrounding a nearby fire alarm with her fist and pulled the lever. Her diary told her that people reacted strongly to fire alarms. She figured that it would be easier to locate the redhead once everyone was evacuated.
As hordes of panicking, frazzled students rushed past her to their designated emergency exits, she examined her bloody knuckles and recorded the faces of the students as they pushed past her.
“Recorded. Thank you,” she said monotonously to a particularly panic-striken student.
Axel had dashed all the way to the main office to get a late pass because he was supposed to get one when the fire alarm suddenly went off. He yelped and so did the people in the office. Without a word to him, they dashed out and left him all alone. “What a great day…” Axel muttered before he ran out of the office and towards an exit. On his way there though, he saw Anya and a lightbulb went off in his head. “Was that you!?” He questioned.
“Oh.”
There he was. The fire alarm had worked. She noted down the usefulness of fire alarms in assembling people in her diary. For future reference.
“I … found you.”
Oblivious to the commotion her entrance had caused, Anya’s gaze remained locked onto her diary screen. Finally satisfied with her entry, (she’d checked it over twice, making sure she hadn’t left anything out; it was of utmost importance that her diary contained every little detail should her own memory lapse) she saved it and looked up.
Scanning the room, she found herself being scrutinized by the (rather plain-looking) students, (Click) a plump, red-faced man, (Click) and a familiar redhead who, at the moment, looked rather miffed. Click.
“… Good morning,” Anya said blankly after a considerately long silence had passed.
“YOU! YOU’RE LATE TOO!” The teacher screamed at Anya. “BOTH OF YOU, OUT OF MY CLASS NOW!!!!”
Without a word of response Axel quickly dashed out of the room and down the hall.
Seeing the redhead dash out of the room, Anya silently walked out of the classroom, ignoring the snickers of the classmates.
Axel was nowhere to be found.
Anya hated having to move around so much. It was rather tiresome. And boring. Yes. She rather disliked boring things.
She wondered if she should use her Knightmare to locate him.
No. That would be bad, I think. People would scream. Bad.
The pinkette began walking down the hallway, immersed in her diary entries. She reasoned that she would find him eventually.
But waiting was boring.
So, naturally, Anya didn’t hesitate when she smashed the glass surrounding a nearby fire alarm with her fist and pulled the lever. Her diary told her that people reacted strongly to fire alarms. She figured that it would be easier to locate the redhead once everyone was evacuated.
As hordes of panicking, frazzled students rushed past her to their designated emergency exits, she examined her bloody knuckles and recorded the faces of the students as they pushed past her.
“Recorded. Thank you,” she said monotonously to a particularly panic-striken student.
Bang.
Intent on writing an entry in her diary, Anya kicked open the door to the classroom that she had seen Axel enter with her foot.
“….”
“……………….”
Axel couldn’t believe that she had just done that. The teacher whirled around upon hearing the noise and he glared at Axel. “YOU! YOU’RE LATE!” He screamed. “GET OUT OF MY CLASS! DETENTION!!!”
Oblivious to the commotion her entrance had caused, Anya’s gaze remained locked onto her diary screen. Finally satisfied with her entry, (she’d checked it over twice, making sure she hadn’t left anything out; it was of utmost importance that her diary contained every little detail should her own memory lapse) she saved it and looked up.
Scanning the room, she found herself being scrutinized by the (rather plain-looking) students, (Click) a plump, red-faced man, (Click) and a familiar redhead who, at the moment, looked rather miffed. Click.
“… Good morning,” Anya said blankly after a considerately long silence had passed.
Click.
“… Anya.”
“Anya I-” Ririchiyo’s eyes widened. “Did.. Did you just take my picture?!”
“I did.”
“…..”
Anya wordlessly trailed after him, diary in hand.
Axel ran to his classroom and the teacher’s back was facing him so he quietly tried to make his way to his seat. The other classmates were chuckling at him softly.
Bang.
Intent on writing an entry in her diary, Anya kicked open the door to the classroom that she had seen Axel enter with her foot.
“….”
After filing the picture under the appropriate category, Anya examined the miniature digital clock on the top right of her diary. 10:18 AM.
“… You’re late.”
“Late? For what?” Axel then remembered that he was supposed to be in his Geometry class right about…. now. “CRAP! I’m late! Sorry, gotta go!” He dashed down the hallway. He would be getting another detention…
“…..”
Anya wordlessly trailed after him, diary in hand.
“… Friends,” Anya repeated.
She suddenly fixed her gaze on the considerately taller redhead.
Click.
“Recorded. Thank you.”
“H-Huh!?” Axel blinked after his picture was taken. “What was that for? Did I say something wrong..?”
After filing the picture under the appropriate category, Anya examined the miniature digital clock on the top right of her diary. 10:18 AM.
“… You’re late.”
“….”
And again. Silence. Axel rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Are you friends..?” He asked, trying to break the silence.
“… Friends,” Anya repeated.
She suddenly fixed her gaze on the considerately taller redhead.
Click.
“Recorded. Thank you.”
