"You're the only one here who knows him the longest. Yet you don't even know his real name??"
I sighed. "Just because I'm the one who's known him the longest, that doesn't necessarily mean that I know his real name." I shrugged. "I mean, he never told me, or anyone else, not even Manari. How would I know?"
The purple haired heiress crossed her arms and sighed in disappointment in her seat. "Great…," she said tiredly. "So much for that…"
I raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you lost a bet or something." I paused. "Wait… hey, Shion, did you actually—
"N-No! No I did not!" she denied, waving her hands in front of her face, very badly hiding her intentions. "What kind of person do you take me for?!"
"A mafia princess who practices her future career of money extortion on her own friends," I immediately replied, earning me a sharp glare. "What? That's your specialty, remember? It's right on your résumé that you wrote up yourself."
"And what the heck are you sniffing around my papers for?!"
"And what the heck are you doing, making a bet that requires you to sniff out information that's not supposed to be available to you."
She sighed again, with more anger in her voice. "Of all the times you won't act stupid, it has to be now?"
"Yes."
Another glare.
"Yes, I had to answer that rhetorical question," I said before I could let her speak. "It's because Ryuu's not here, and you know how moody I get when he isn't around, so to compensate, I'm acting like a total smartass who throws subtle insults that belittles everyone's intelligence like a million steaks were falling out of the sky." I paused. "Aw, now I made myself hungry," I said to myself, pitying my conveniently empty stomach.
"WellitwasnicechattingwithyouShiongottagonowreallyhungryneedfoodandstufflikethatyouknowthethingwithachinghungerandall—Buh bye!" I quickly stood up from my chair to escape as fast as possible, ignoring her yelling at me to come back to her. Either she forgot that she was in the town library, or thinks that her status as both a wealthy person living it up and member of the law enforcement lets her have that kind of privilege.
Or both.
On the way of my awesomely fantastic daring escape of the boring museum of books, I spied with my little eye Senma, who came with Shion, in one of the aisles facepalming and shaking his head back in forth. Most obviously, in a place like the library, he couldn't help eavesdropping on my lovely conversation with Shion and couldn't help being witness to another one of his girlfriend's crazy antics.
As I successfully get out of the library and into the streets, I couldn't help but recall my conversation with the purple midget who claims to be older than I.
It's always like this; for some reason, whenever she wants to find out something, she always puts it in ways that piques my curiosity and have the same kind of desire for that particular, yet to be obtained knowledge. I both love and hate spending time with her.
Anyway, because of her self-imposed mission, now I kind of want to know it too.
Aniki's real name.
I wasn't lying when I said that I didn't know it, or at least as far as I can remember my life with him. I can only remember one instance where I first met Aniki in my early childhood, and that was when I was watching the passing of the Shark Comet. I've only come to know him ever since a bit ever I met Manari, when I was eight. I can't remember when I started calling him "Cross" or "Aniki", but that's all I remember calling him as.
At the very least, Aniki is honest with the fact that "Cross" is just a nickname given to him a long time ago. But unfortunately, Aniki being Aniki, whenever someone asks him, he just answers them in riddles likes he usually does, either because he enjoys frustrating everyone around him or because it's a big secret.
Or both.
I don't think even me or Ryuu could ever get a straight answer from Aniki about what his real name is. After all, Ryuu and I have and will always remember Aniki as Aniki or Cross during official matters. Wherever it came from, he wouldn't say… Er, what did he say again?
Wherever it came from
I won't say
You just have to remember that one afternoon
In the middle of May
Or something like that. Whatever the heck he meant by that. What does "one afternoon in the middle of May" have to do with his real name?
…He has a middle name and it's "May"? Pfft… Okay, too ridiculous… right?
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