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Everything was fine on Friday till the ball. Well, not exactly. I should say everything was fine on Friday till Saturday came at midnight.
Hijiri and I broke up.
I'll explain. I need to write this, because in my head it's all jumbled up. Where did I go wrong? Maybe if I write it down I'll remember.
Friday came, and work went by quickly. I barely saw Hijiri who was working on paperwork for Watari so he wouldn't have to stay over. As was I. Hisoka usually does a lot of the paperwork but I had some things due or else Tatsumi would have killed me. I went home, got dressed. Hisoka left before me, so I locked up at around 6 and got there at 6:30. The whole night I didn't see anyone I knew, save Wakaba who I danced with because I know she really wanted to. The rest of the night I spent dancing with masked faces, and eating delicious food. I was happy. I tried to find Hijiri, but I couldn't find anyone dressed entirely in black like he told me he would be. Well, I could, but there wasn't anyone like that at his height!
At about 10 till midnight, before everyone took off their masks, I found Hijiri. He was garbed in a black cloak and wore a ghostly full faced white mask, disguised as the western version of the grim reaper, or death. He'd been in a corner all night waiting for me, and I felt so awful when I saw him there half asleep. I quickly pulled him to the dancefloor for a last dance... I pulled his mask up a bit to kiss him, and a little surprisingly he didn't respond, he only froze. I ignored it and kissed him anyway, and when I pulled away, it struck midnight. I took off my mask.... and so did he.
It was Hisoka.
I apologized, feeling terrible and mortified all at once. He told me it was fine, and hurried off to the refreshment table to get away from me... No sooner had he left, Hijiri ran past me, Watari calling after him. Confused, I went to see what was wrong.
He'd done the same thing I'd done. Only he'd mistaken Watari for me. Watari's costume had been really eccentric, I suppose. Plus he'd turned back to his normal age. Since Watari and I are close to the same height and Watari HAD been 16 when the dance began, I wasn't angry at Hijiri. I had no right to be anyway.
But the blow came when he told me he felt something between him and Watari when they'd kissed. Hijiri told me it felt right. Much more right than it had with me. I felt the world bottom out from under me, it happened again. Why is it everyone I ever get that close, leaves me? I tried to smile. Tried to not let him see the pain it caused me to take him back inside the mansion and pass him off to Watari.
When we went back in after coming to a mutual agreement we could no longer be lovers, but just friends, Watari was by the refreshment table, holding Sokachan. Watari looked a little apprehensive, but I just smiled and told him I'd trade Hijiri for the cat. And I let Hijiri go, leaving the ball right after that, a cat in one hand, and my cloak in another.
I went home and cried the whole night, letting my woes deafen Soka-chan's poor kitty ears. I feel a little silly now, having only a cat to talk to about my problems. But he never seems to mind... What's worse? Hisoka never came home last night. I'm getting worried. If he's not home in another hour I'm going to go look for him. I hope he's not angry at me for last night... I don't want to lose anyone else......
Baka....Tsuzuki no baka.... You never had him in the first place.
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