Here's chapter 2! And it's in Heiji's POV now! It's a bit long, so I hope you'll carry on reading the long sentences I composed. Enjoy!

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Heiji's Point of View

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I walked unaccompanied by you as my feet took me to some place in no particular. My face was turned into a grimace due to the lack of your presence by my side. I scoured the surroundings around my lonesome being – cars and people moved out and about in all different directions. I tried to find you; but I see none of your familiar black ponytail length hair. My toes tipped high so I can get a better view of perhaps you, but still, you were nowhere to be found. I frowned deeper and carried on.

Why didn't you tell me where you'd be going?

Soon enough I saw you inside some antique looking bookshop, skimming over the books on top and located at the shelves. I stopped and stared at you, not helping the soft look that came about my features. You looked thoughtful as you read the passages at the back of the books, choosing from which genre you wanted to read. I guessed you were planning on buying one, but who would go inside a bookshop then leave emptyhanded? Not you, of course.

I decided to wait for so we can walk home together. I love walking by your side, even if your shrill voice and annoying mouth can irritate me.

I sat by the door of the bookshop and waited for who knows how long. The people ignored me as they came inside and out of the shop. I glance ever so often to see if you picked your book and bought it, but every time I glance at you, your nose is still buried at the back of the books!

I scowled and crossed my arms, burying my face in between the gap. I stared at nothing in particular, no thoughts of murders present in my head, no ideas of how to annoy the hell out of Kudo, and no thoughts of hoping a murder would happen here.

The bell rang as a person went out of the shop. I wasn't aware it was you, only when you spoke did I finally notice you were outside, beside my sitting figure, your backpack already full of the books you bought.

"Hey. You still alive or something?"

That was quite rude of you to say that to me. But in either way, I'd say the same thing to you if I ever saw you staring into space.

I carefully thought of the words to say to you. Like 'what are you doing inside a bookshop by yourself?' or 'you should've had the decency to tell me you were going to a bookshop.' But instead, these words came out of my mouth.

"What do you want, Kazuha?"

I scolded myself for saying that. Are you stupid or something? Clearly, she is the one who should be saying that, not you!

"Nothing. I just wanted to know why you're here." I stared at you as you stood and placed your hands on your back. Closing my eyes, I took a deep sigh. You looked so cute like that. Your childish but curious expression almost made me smile. Instead I frowned and let my mouth did the talking. So much for being cute, anyway.

"I was waiting for you. Is it a big deal?" I blushed a little then realized what I just said. I clearly have the foot – in – mouth disease. I wanted to take back those words. But as I glanced at you, you were already red all over. You have such a bad temper, but mine is far much worse than yours. Yep, you are such an idiot, Heiji.

"I was only asking, you idiot! No need to go all angry at me." You scolded me. I bubbled with anger on the inside.

"And I was only saying you idiot! No need to go all dragon on me!"

"Did you just call me a dragon?"

"Wait, let me rephrase that. No need to go all fiery dragon on me, stupid!"

"And now you call me stupid? Well, you're the stupid one, stupid!" You bopped me on the head, which really hurt, and we walked ourselves towards our homes.

Our mouths did all the talking as we walked, but we didn't let our minds speak. Literally. We just spouted out words which seemed insulting. Moments and moments later, we became quiet. I wanted to say more, but you looked so infuriated I held my mouth, which is a first in all of Heiji's mouth history.

We came across a place where there was a river. I didn't mind the river, but I saw a couple just along its riverbank. They looked so cheesy and in love it made me want to puke. It was as if they didn't care about the public display of affection they are showing to other people. I rolled my eyes in disgust. How stupid.

I looked at you and noticed tears started to well up in your eyes. I began to panic. What the hell, Kazuha? I was desperate to know why you are crying. Is it because of the insults? The fight? My stupidity? Come on, Kazuha. Tell me!

I looked at you a bit closer and saw the direction your eyes were deterred at. So it was the couple! I sighed. You're crying because you can't do things like that with someone? I gazed at the ground below me for the umpteenth time. If you want to hold hands or some sort, I'll do it for you.

While my cheeks flushed, I slowly grabbed your hand. It felt so soft and small compared to my large, calloused ones. I smiled. It feels nice holding your hand. I wish I could do this to you all the time.

You avert your gaze to me and I was already looking at you with the soft smile still plastered on my face. Wanting to feel more of your softness, I laced my fingers with yours and gave it a light squeeze. The pit of my stomach felt weird and my heart just wouldn't stop beating fast.

"Heiji, why are you holding my hand?" you asked me shyly. I can hear the happiness in your voice. I had to hold back my grin.

"An instinct told me to. You looked a bit sad, that's why. So I thought, maybe it was because of our argument, which, by the way, am sorry." I answered you. There was little bit of truth in it, but I didn't want to tell you it was because I caught you looking at the couple. You might laugh at me.

"I'm sorry too, Heiji." You apologized to me, but I don't think you need to apologize. I've forgiven you already.

I kept making side glances at our entwined fingers, thinking maybe you want me to let go. Maybe my large hand was starting to bother but you didn't want to be rude so you held on. But I didn't want to let go of your hand. I wanted your fingers to be close to mine. I wanted you to be near me. Oh well, I guess I'll have to try and ask you.

"If my hand is bothering you, I can just let go of your hand. Maybe give you a little distance so you can have some space." I said to you, feeling a little bit awkward as I prepared myself to let go of your hand. I was waiting for you to say no, but I doubt you'll do it.

But to my astonishment, you clenched my hand tightly. I got the picture and continued to hold. I was surprised and happy. I smiled a bit.

"No, it's ok. You don't have to let go."

That made me grin. My teeth gleamed as my smile grew wider. I couldn't contain the joy I was feeling right now. I was happy at the thought that you wanted to hold my hand too. It's like you're saying and showing some signs to me, though I don't know what those signs were. Or maybe they weren't signs at all. I don't know. But the comment made my day so far, the argument we had earlier now blown from our minds. Now that I can hold your hand, maybe I can do this sometimes as we walk going to school or going home.

You looked happy too. Your sweet smile crawled up to your face and you gave out a sigh. We moved in synchronization as we walked home, the silence still eating at us, but not the awkward type of silence. It was a silence of comfort. Well, at least for me. I shook my head lightly. How did our fight become a romantic fluff in the end?