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I was wondering where Yumeko was again. She said she was going to talk with Kira after what happened at the Met Gala. That’s weird — but not my relationship, not my problem.
Plus, I have my own issues. An issue named Riri Timurov. After our little date, we talked — or rather, I talked and she listened — to facts and anecdotes about books I’ve read recently.
The date was wonderful, but when she took off her mask, the atmosphere shifted. Maybe it was because it was the first time I’d seen her without it — she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen — or maybe because of the way she looked at me. She looked at me like… I don’t really know. Like I had no worth, or like she was hungry. That look she gave me after she took her first breath…
But after that moment — which didn’t last long before she took her first bites of lobster — the date went well. But that was only the date. Now we’re the day after, and no news from Riri. Not in the corridor, not in the cafeteria.
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It’s been three fucking days and I haven’t seen even the shadow of Riri, which is weird since she’s supposed to be with Kira to protect her and do her duty as vice-president. But apparently, disappearing is a family trait.
I’m currently in my dorm — or *our* dorm — with Yumeko. Well, more like *my* dorm, since Yumeko keeps disappearing at night. She thinks I don’t notice, but it pisses me off. She’s coming back now — I think I hear her heels.
“Where were you, Yumeko? You look like you slept with a storm.”
“Basically, yes,” she said with her usual grin.
“What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Oh, you know. The usual.”
“You really got laid?” I said, arching an eyebrow. “Was it Ryan? Did he finally take his chance?”
“No. Better. So much better.”
“Spill the tea, Yumeko.”
“Kira. The president.”
“What? No fucking way. You slept with Kira? Like Kira-Kira? Like the sister of Riri, like the president of the council?”
“Exactly.”
“How did you make your move this time?”
“I didn’t do anything. She came to me when I went to talk with her the day after the Met Gala. We did a lot of things that weren’t talking.”
“First of all, gross. Second, congrats. And third, why the fuck do you have so many bite marks all over your body?” I said, because she had them everywhere — from her neck down to her thighs. “Is Kira a vampire or what?”
“More or less, in fact.”
I arched an eyebrow. Did I say that out loud or what?
“Yes, you did,” she said with a grin.