Kotori - [u]A Songbird who Wishes she was Invisible[/u].

While Kazeno and the eerie girl strode off to help her in this desperate search for that which was lost, Kotori spun smoothly upon her heel to face the tantamount that was the northern half of the campus. She could only hope that she was fortunate enough to try and find Sasaki first, before the inherent risk of her...odd tastes in literature could escape into the general public.

So focused was she upon this that she almost ran headlong into a boy who had stopped in front of her. 

He inquired something of Mishima-chan, and Kotori looked befuddled at him, turning to look over her shoulder while he stared at her for a brief second to see if the eerie girl was still there. It would have made rather logical sense, she was eerie, to move like a ghost would have made even more sense than normal. 

[color=662d91]"S-She's gone. S-Sorry..."[/color] She trailed off, unsure what to say next. Then it struck her! That's right! Introductions! That's how things were to normally work in terms of how conversations go, right? If the other person didn't know her name, it was only proper to introduce herself right? For the sake that it was more respectful of course, or something like that. 

But then again, did she have time for that? Her book was out there somewhere! If not with Sasaki then likely cold and alone! In the rain, while a melancholy piano tune plays a sad tune for its misbegotten owner in the background! 

[color=662d91]"I-I..."[/color] Kotori started softly at first, before blurring her words together at a rapid fire pace[color=662d91]. "I'mNamashiyaKotori! It'snicetomeetyou,butsorryImustbegoing! IneedtofindmyBook."[/color] Bowing apologetically but swiftly, she turned again and made for the northern part of the campus with haste in her stride as she clutched onto her book bag. Her eyes searched the crowds of students for a head that towered above all the others, but so far there was absolutely no fortune.

Even then, a drop of nervous sweat trailed down her temple. Why did that boy strike her so oddly, and the way he looked at her...what did he [i]actually[/i] want? No matter. No MATTER! She had to find the book first!