I waited for him to tell me, but he just sat there and stared at me.
"Well?" I prodded, getting impatient again.
"Your power is." he paused dramatically for a second, just to annoy me, "extreme klutzism,"
"That's not a power, it's a disability," I laughed.
We both laughed till our sides hurt.
"Oh crap! Kaname exclaimed as he glanced at a clock, "We're gonna miss the bus!"
He paid the tab and led me out the door and back down the street. I stumbled again, but this time when he caught me he swung his arm into the bends of my knees, causing them to buckle and me to fall into his arms.
"This is so unnecessary! Kan! I complained.
"Well, if I waited for you we wouldn't get there in time to catch next year's bus," he teased, his breathing perfectly normal, as though he were simply taking a stroll through the park, instead of carrying a hundred twenty pound girl.
"Are you calling me slow?!" I demanded.
"No." he said innocently, "just clumsy."
"Oh thanks! I feel so much better. Put. Me. Down!" I said, rolling my eyes and emphasizing the last part.
He chuckled at my poor attempt at fury.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, "but it really is faster when I'm not having to catch you."
I sighed and surrendered. He sat me down at the bus and grabbed my luggage, which I took from him, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Letters, please" said the driver as we boarded.
We showed him our letters and found a seat at the back of the bus. I saw the girl who had helped us earlier, Alyssia, sitting with a pale, green-eyed boy with blonde, untidy hair and glasses. The fact that they were holding hands made me aware the Kaname had mine again. Alyssia waved at me and smiled. I waved back as Kaname put our suitcases in the luggage rack above our seat. I sat on the inside, by the window. As the bus started moving, we talked about what the school might be like. After about two hours, I looked out the window and gasped. The beautiful, flower filled meadows and cherry orchards that surrounded the town had turned into a swampy, dark, fog-filled forest. As I stared out into the forest, a chill ran up my spine, creating goose bumps on my arms.
"Lumi? You okay?" asked Kaname.
"Yah, but this place gives me the creeps," I admitted.
"You're not the only one," he replied quietly.
"It gets better. Trust me,"
I gasped. Alyssia had moved to the seat in front of us.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you again," she said, smiling apologetically.
"Lyssy, you can't go around scaring people. It's not polite," said the guy she was sitting with, also turning to face us, "Hi, I'm Yuki Asaki," he shook Kaname's hand, then mine.
"I'm Kaname Sono, and this is Lumiere Kenyon.," Kaname introduced.
"Yukiii, don't forget meee," Alyssia said, pretending to whine.
"Yes, yes, this is Alyssia Miasaki," he said, waving his hand impatiently as though she were a mere pest.
"Yuki, you're so mean, I don't know why I even agreed to be your girlfriend," said Alyssia, turning back around in her seat sulkily.
Yuki rolled his eyes in fake annoyance and turned around too.
"Because I'm irresistible," he said teasingly.
"Hardly," she scoffed playfully.
"Hey!"
I giggled at what had just happened, and finally burst into laughter. Kaname and Yuki joined in, and eventually Alyssia gave up trying to sulk and laughed too. We talked about our families, where we had come from, and people we'd known. Alyssia was from Serenity Falls, in the Northern Providence, which explained her accent. Yuki was from the Eastern Providence like Kaname and I, but had moved to Serenity Falls when he was twelve, where he had met Alyssia. They both had been going to Arcanum Academy for a year. Though I tried not to let it show, I was exhausted, and the thought of not getting to the school till the next day did not help keep my eyes open. Finally, my eyelids became too heavy, and I drifted into a restless sleep.
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