It had been two days since the incident with Ayane and Mina, you know, the one where I was hit in the crotch, crushed by a tree, and nearly defiled by a sleepwalking girl who I'm pretty sure I'm in love with. Basically, I got the short end of the stick, again. I hadn't exactly seen Ayane since, I assumed she was busy doing... whatever she does when she's not around. I don't know, it's hard trying to read a ninja, especially one that you met not even a week ago.
Surprisingly enough, it was rather easy finding the Hawaiian guy with grey hair, you just had to follow the moon, according to just about everybody at MIT. I began looking for him after school, I wanted to confront him alone this time.
And surely enough, there he was, standing at the edge of the hill, gazing into the orange moon. And you'll never believe what I caught him doing.
"Oh, Luna... I've seen white... yellow... silver... an occasional blue... but, orange, so damn orange..."
He was talking to himself. Nice...
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