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[ephemeralcolor.insanejournal.com]

On the morning after Mitsuya's trip into the old school building (and Ami's journal thread), notes appear in the lockers of Ito Keiichi and Terumi Akito, written on surprisingly high-quality paper in a flowing, curvy hand.

"Come to the old school building. 8:30 tonight."

Akito's is signed with the kanji for 'wind', Keiichi's with the kanji for 'orchid' (pronounceable as, among other things, 'araragi').

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[itophoenixking.insanejournal.com]

As Keiichi arrived at school that day, he was no small amount of surprised to find a note tucked carefully into his locker. The young Cooking Club president's heart beat a touch faster. Was this one of those rumored love-letters that high school students got? Did he, perhaps, have a secret admirer?

As he unfolded the well-made piece of paper, and looked down at the writing on it, his heart skipped again -- only to be stymied by the final signature character.

"That crazy reporter lady wants to talk to me again," he whispered, shoulders slumping. No secret admirer. No excitement. Just crazy reporter lady who wanted to drag him into thorny bushes again.

Though...crazy reporter lady WAS sort of cute...

"It would be an affront to my status as a young hot-blooded high school male to NOT accept this invitation," Keiichi enthused, pumping his fist (and getting no small amount of stares from his classmates.) Tucking the note into his bag, he proceeded to go on with his day.

Italic-fail fix

[grinandbear.insanejournal.com]

Unlike another boy who'd received a letter that day, Akito's heart beat remained the same. He simply lifted a brow of curiosity and suppressed a sigh. The problem with mystery letters was they were almost always much more interesting before you opened them. The contents were almost always predictable and it was hard to believe real life could mimic the cliches so much. This letter was equally cliche.

Well. That's not suspicious in the slightest.

He adjusted his glasses as he stared at it, mind cycling through possibilities ('prank', 'waste of time', 'another of the infamous Araragi eccentricities', 'set-up'...). Again with that damn building. It felt like an open secret of a sort: everyone was going on about it but no one was dropping why the building was worth so much interest. Even though he'd picked up scraps from reports and notices and the posts on journalspace, it couldn't be what was really going on.

It wasn't a secret he needed to know, most likely. However...

He pocketed the note and went about the rest of the day as though it were like any other.