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// Jan 6, 2015 
// Story: Canterlot High 
// by Sailor_Pluto 
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Sunday, January 6, 2015/ Morning

I awake to a beautiful sunny light from the window.

"Nn..." I stretch and look over to the bed I made for Kitty-Luna, where she's sleeping peacefully. Her bald spot is still glowing.

"Creepy." I say to myself. I slide off the bed and poke the cat in the side. "Luna. Wake up."

"Mmm..." she purrs. "Helios..."

I pull my hand back. "...What?" I stare for a moment. "Helios?" He was the greek god of the...sun...right? So why is Luna, who's from the moon, muttering his name in her sleep?

For a brief moment, the moon symbol on her head morphs into a sun.

"LUNA!" I yell. She bolts upright, and the sun changes back to a moon.

"Belle..." she rubs her eyes with a paw. "What is it?"

"Your bald spot..." I say shakily.

"For the last time, Belle, it is not a bald spot."

"...it changed..."

"I-" Luna stops, mid-sentence, and stares at me. "It...what?"

"Your blad spot, Luna. It changed." I say. "It changed. To a...a sun."

Luna collapses.

"LUNA!" I shriek. I get up and bolt downstairs, where the rest of the dorm is eating breakfast.

"Guys, you have to help me!" I yell. "My cat...she just collapsed!"

Luna gets up from the table. "Your cat collapsed?"

"Yes!"

"Luna!" Scootaloo yells.

"What?"

"That's the cat's name!" Scootaloo says frantically. "We have to help her!"

Luna bolts upstairs. Moments later, she comes back downstairs with Kitty-Luna. "Vet." She says, rushing out to the van.

We all follow her and pile into the van, and Luna takes us to a veteranarian's office that always accepts animals, even without an appointment.

We take Kitty-Luna inside; Luna spends a moment talking heatedly to the woman at the front desk. After that, a man in a lab coat comes and takes Kitty-Luna to a room; Luna follows them.

"Luna..." I whimper.

"She'll be okay," Apple Bloom says. "Ah once saw er' get smashed inta the side o' a brick wall, an' it dinnit even faze er'. She'll be a'right."

"But this isn't a brick wall," I say, somehow finding my calmness. "Something might have taken her down froom the inside."

"When was the cat thrown at a brick wall?" Tiara asks.

"Oh, uh..." Apple Bloom smiles sheepishly. "Ya weren't there."

"Oh."

The man in the lab coat comes back out, holding a clipboard. "It was just a minor seizure." He tells us. "I just prodded her a little bit, and she woke right up."

"Prodded-" Scootaloo gives him an angry look.

"I ran a few tests just to make sure nothing was really wrong, and sure enough, she's just fine." The vet smiles right at me. "So no worries."

"Y-yeah," I say, forcing a smile at him. "N-no worries."

"I'm Hiro Iwasaki, by the way." He says this to everyone this time. "Nice to meet you."

"Is that a...Neighponese name?" Tiara asks.

He smiles. "Why yes, it is."

Tiara's face instantly brightens. "I love basically EVERYTHING Neighponese!" She says in a disgusting, sugary voice. "The language, the culture, the anime..."

"I see we have a lot in common." He touches the edge of the clipboard to his chin. "How...interesting."

Chills go down my spine. A few minutes later, Luna comes out holding Kitty-Luna, who is awake and bright-eyed now. "Nyaaaa!" She meows when she sees me, hopping out of Luna's arms and rubbing against my legs.

I pick her up and look her in the eyes. "...Luna?"

She stares back for a moment, then closes her eyes and smiles. "Nyaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Hiro smiles. "You know, I normally am not quite fond of cats. But for some reason, I find this one quite adorable." He reaches over and traces the moon spot on her forehead. "I find this especially interesting."

Luna recoils and hisses.

He laughs. "Alright, well you had better be getting home now."

Saturday, January 5, 2015/ Evening

"Hey, Sweetie Belle?" Someone knocks on my bedroom door.

"Come in."

Tiara comes in, smiling excitedly. "I think that Hiro guy likes me!"

I look up from my phone. "...What?"

"You saw how he was looking at me, right?" Tiara squeals. "He was totally into me!"

"Tiara," I put my phone down and fold my hands in my lap. "You are fourteen. He is either in his early thirties or late twenties."

Tiara blinks. "Yeah. So? That only makes him about ten years older than me. No big deal. There was a couple in Neighpon who were nineteen years apart. This is basically nothing."

"Tiara," I say calmly. "No. Just...no. Snap out of it. He does not have a crush on you."

Tiara sneers. "What do you know, Sweetie Belle?! You don't know the first thing about love! You got together with the first you you ever met, and how long do you think that's going to last? So I'll get to know this guy before I ask him out! And he's going to say yes! Because-" I stand and slap Tiara across the face.

She just stands there, stunned. Then she shakes off the shock and glares at me. "Stupid Belle!" She runs out of the room.

I stare straight ahead for a moment, processing what just happened. I bite my lip. I know exactly what he did...