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[color=DarkSlateGray][h1][i]Aya Kagamine[/i][/h1][/color][hr][hr][b]• The Midnight March •[/b][hr][hr][/center]
Aya continued to shove her hands into the pockets of her satchel, but to no avail. She knew that her keys were indeed nowhere to be found, and she prayed that there was a spare somewhere inside the aged flower pot on her small windowsill. If not, then… Well, that's where her struggles began to surface again. Maybe she could crash at a cheap hotel for the night? Or just roam around the freakishly empty streets until the sun rose? The biggest flaw she saw in that plan was the fact that it was Saturday night; and Saturday night for her meant seeing people crawling into hotel rooms and diving into trash bins with a temporarily nonexistent conscience. 

Gah, her head was in such a daze that she'd accidentally made a sharp turn into a concrete wall. It looked like getting drunk wasn't the only way to make yourself do stupid things.

Then, the mention of the other man's name. Aya might've as well slammed herself into another wall intentionally.

[b]“The name is Akihiro Takashi…or, to most of my students, the bane of their existence.”[/b]

With her eyes slightly widened for some reason, Aya glanced over her shoulder and back at the road she was crossing.

[b]"Excuse me ma'm I'm sorry for asking but what is your name...I MEAN if you want to tell me its fine!"[/b]

She was scouting out for a nearby wall to crash into, now. Glancing back once more, Aya attempted to confront the two about revealing names to strangers after just one encounter. But then, she began to wonder. Revealing just her first name wouldn't cause too much trouble, would it? There was most likely another Aya somewhere in the city, so as long as she didn't give out her full name then she wouldn't be attracting any future stalkers.

[color=DarkSlateGray][b]"I do not usually think saying my name to strangers is a logical decision,"[/b][/color] she answered, eyeing Sonny. [color=DarkSlateGray][b]"But saying my first should not be a problem. My name is… Aya."[/b][/color]

It wasn't just Akihiro that had a 'wordy' tongue. Covering up her horrendous Engrish accent (during her first few days after moving out of her hometown) took a while, but moving from Japan to the Shine Country helped her with that. Sure, she did sound overly polite in the face of strangers, but as long as they could at least understand her then she was fine.

A second later, she would start to reconsider her revealing name decision. Aya wasn't really in any stage of anger right now, so her cautious side would always triumph over stupid actions.

Later on, they would arrive at what the app said to be Shimmer Luxury Apartments. It was just as she remembered the last time she walked past this rather wealthy area: bright lights (obviously), a flashy modern outlook (which made her quite jealous) and sparkling clean walls that looked like they had never experienced the disgusting horrors of pigeon shit. What really made her think was how this little human beside her had managed to bag such an expensive looking apartment. The fact that he was a university student as well made her wonder how many times the guy had been a victim of theft and 'you're rich and scrawny so we'll beat ye up for fun' moments. 

[color=DarkSlateGray][b]"This is your home, then?"[/b][/color] Aya questioned, her previous mental question still lingering. Poor guy. By the time Sonny would have hit 5'5, Aya would have only been about thirteen or so.

[color=DarkSlateGray][b]"You should go home now, Sonny,"[/b][/color] she said, craning her neck to look down at him again. [color=DarkSlateGray][b]"Actually, it is quite late now, we all should be going home at this time, so-"[/b][/color]

Then, Aya remembered. [i]Again.[/i]

Her apartment keys were gone.

Eyes widened to the size of shower drains, Aya cursed the night away under her hushed breath in a fit of internal rage and sad realisation. She didn't think the other two could actually hear her, though.

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