Everything here seemed to be better than what was in Littleville, including the sunrises. L and I and promised each other to wake up early in the morning to meet up at the little hill we had went to the day before. And we were there right now, staring as the sun started on its path across the sky. I gaped open mouthed staring at the vivid colors spreading across the skyline, like watercolors spilling across paper. A deep yellow gold, a fiery red, and blushing almost pink orange. And surprisingly, a couple streaks of a very pretty lilac. I pointed at some of the purple in the glowing aura.

“Is that natural?”

L frowned, seeming slightly frustrated with the question. “That’s just the thing I keep asking myself. It’s been a year and I still can’t figure out a potential way technology can change the color of the sky.”

I contemplated this for a moment. And with a laugh, I realized L’s mistake.

“L, have you ever considered that something in this world might not be controlled by technology? Think the natural world, or at least, something that’s out of human control.”

His eyebrows furrowed closer together and the light lines on his forehead deepened into trenches. Barely a minute passed before he let out a puff of air in annoyance and shrugged his shoulders.

“I can’t. My brain’s blocked. Just tell me.”

I shook my head and sighed. “Chemical reactions in the sky.”

A look of realization dawned upon his face.

“I’m thinking that what with all our advances in society, new chemicals are being released into the atmosphere and that’s reacting with other chemicals forming that lilac. It would explain why it’s blotches and streaks that don’t blend in quite so perfectly in the sky.

L blinked. “Oh.”

A red flush appeared on the tips of his ears. He had always prided himself in his problem solving ability, but now he found himself being bested by the girl who he always chastised for her “lack of common sense.”

I decided to a little more and flicked him lightly on the forehead. “Ayoo. Babo. (Idiot)”

“Hey!” L protested, an adorable pout appearing on his face. He grabbed both my arms and started wrestling me to the floor. But unlike in the past, he found that he was struggling to overpower me, and he was sweating heavily before he managed to have me fully pinned to the ground. “You’ve gotten a lot better.” he commented, nodding in approval.

I gave him a snarky look and demanded a rematch. “I smuggled Naruto here. I challenge you to a bout of fencing.”

I tugged my sleeve past my fingers and started dabbing at the sweat beading at his forehead. All this was happening while he was still on top of me. His weight was uncomfortable, but I was used to it, having spent many days in this very position.

He raised an eyebrow. “Fencing huh. Such an obsolete sport. Who uses swords these days?”

“Naruto helped me train, and I bet after one 3 minute bout your biased opinions on fencing will be changed.”

His eyes sparkled teasingly. “You speak of him quite fondly now. Did you finally get used to his hair?”

I rolled my eyes. “I-”

I was interrupted when a tentative voice called out, “Bae!”

And I heard how that one word was filled with longing and apology.

L froze, hearing his pet name for me coming from another’s mouth. And judging by the icy anger in his eyes, he recognized the voice.

And I knew there was only one other person on this planet who called me by that name; Jun.

I knew that I should be angry, that I should ignore his voice and walk away. They way he had acted yesterday was unacceptable, and clear indication that he wasn’t the most stable of person. If things happened the way they should, L and I would be sneaking away, and that would be that. No more Jun. But…

I couldn’t be angry.

I couldn’t just ignore him.

I couldn’t help but forgive him.

I couldn’t help but want to see him again.

He was physically alluring. It wasn’t so much his looks as this aura, and the look in his eyes. The ability he had to seem pitiful, yet powerful and to be feared at the same time.

Who knew that being scary could be so attractive.

In the short moments that I had been with him, he had been utterly charming; quick-witted and filled to the brim with confidence.

And with barely any hesitation in my voice, I called out to Jun. The moment his name left my tongue, my L, my Myungsoo was gone. He was replaced by the intimidating cold city boy, insinuating a sense of unease in any who looked at him. And for some reason, fear didn’t work for him. It didn’t make him darkly attractive in the way it made Jun. He was simply someone to be wary of.

When Jun stumbled through the brush, he was in an adorable sense of disarray. His hair was a bird’s nest and his clothes rumpled. But when he saw me, his face wasn’t happy as I’d expected. In fact, he was rather displeased. His eyes were furious, and I saw a hint of the madness I yesterday in his eyes. I laid there puzzled for a moment, wondering why he was so annoyed until I realized that L was still on top of me. For the first time I realized the misunderstanding onlookers would have. I shoved L off of me and dusted myself off. L gave me a dark look but I ignored him, planting a sunny smile on my face.

“We were just wrestling.” I explained.

The pinched look on his face eased a bit, and small tentative smile appeared on his face, making my heart stumble a bit.

I couldn’t understand why such a small thing could fill me with such euphoria. It was as if my body was just pouring out the hormones whenever Jun was around. I’d figure out later if that was a good thing,  but for no