"She's just... standing there." 

         "Is she new or something?" 

         "It's kind of creepy." 

These were only a few of the comments Moriarty heard from his hiding place. In plain sight of course, but no one noticed him with his grey and weathered ball cap. Instead the attention was drawn to a high school girl... or was it a boy? Their clothes were to loose to show any definitive curving, the jeans loose around their waist, black sweat shirt draping over their frame. What infuriated the man more was this teen's refusal to look up at any given point in time, the bill of the silver and purple ball cap hiding their features, midnight black hair just barely poking out the seems. He also noted the pure black converse, crossed over each other as most of their weight was pressed up against the wall of the school. 

     Why was he here? Simple. He was bored, and needed something to do, so he people watched. The most amusing is teenagers. You can tell so much from a simple gesture, or even their posture. The blonde amongst a group of friends isn't as rich as she claims to be, the brunette wears high heels to please her boyfriend, and the boy with a guitar case has never even plucked a string. But all had one thing in common. They were wary of this one student, who stood, seeming to ignore those around them. Intriguing indeed. 

         "Hi... um... what's you name?" A daring girl, most likely in the higher clique of the school. 

       "I decline." An odd voice for this figure, possibly female... 

         "What do you mean 'you decline'?" 

Moriarty grinned, seeing the revealed 'bitch' under the original act of the friendly student. 

         "Exactly that. I want nothing to do with your makeup and complicated social life, looks like your boyfriends are looking for you." There voice had no specific level, but wavered within the alto range.

The girl spluttered her response, obviously having been caught as she looked around for said "boyfriends", who in fact were looking around for her. 

Naughty girl, such a snake.

     Since school had been released, the students started to file out,  and disappear. Soon all that were left were the late evening smokers and the after school academic goers. This mystery stayed though, until the smokers left, and the disgusted students were let in for their clubs and other activities. Only then did this mystery start their way home, at least, that's what Moriarty guessed. 

         "You're really getting on my nerves," came the sudden announcement, "Then again, I'm getting on yours, so the feeling's mutual." 

They stopped, back turned to the consulting criminal.

         "Clever one, you are," Moriarty purred. 

         " 'One'." 

         "Pardon?" 

         "You can't figure out my gender," They laughed, a surprising twitter that rang like a bell, "That's what's been bothering you." 

He made no answer to this. 

         "Who are you hiding from?" They finally turned around, revealing a smiling feminine face, rounded with youth, and quite pale, her eyes a curiosity filled shade of almond brown, visible behind glasses she didn't need. 

         "Who says I'm hiding?" coming closer, Moriarty leaned on his shoulder against a light post. 

         "Perhaps I was wrong, but you're no kidnapper." Came the blunt answer. 

This girl was intriguing. 

         "What would happen if I proved you wrong?" He sang. 

         "Then, good sir, I'd be shocked." 

A knowing grin ran across Moriarty's face, and he took in the whole of the girl, finding that she had a simple life, no boyfriend, and rarely noticed in the school, if at all. 

         "Did your parents forget you little one?" He pouted, making her laugh that twitter once more, it was annoying, but he could live with it. 

         "You're amusing." She hummed, "Same time tomorrow?" 

         "You can count on me, darling."

         "I know, you wouldn't have stayed otherwise." She shrugged, and skipped off. 

     The next day, Moriarty found another hiding place, in plain sight, of course. He looked around for the girl, but didn't see her. It was another few minutes before she appeared at the same spot as before. No one payed any mind to her this time. No whispers, no comments, no friendly 'hello's, just her, leaning against the wall. Moriarty knew she had seen him, and from this angle he could see why she never looked up. Just under the bill a glint of light reflected, and bounced off of her glasses. 

A mirror. Clever girl indeed. 

     Once everyone was gone, the two met up once again. 

         "The mirror, what's it for?" He asked, knowing full well why she had it strapped to her bill, but he wanted to hear her explanation. 

         "It's weird if you just stare at people," Came her shrugging response, "So I stare at their reflection from my glasses. They aren't real, see?" The girl took them off, "I have good enough sight without them." 

         "You people watch." 

         "More or less," she put the glasses back on her delicate nose, "Life gets boring. One has to find something to entertain them." 

     The air grew still as silence ensued, but it wasn't so silent in the constantly turning mind of Moriarty. This girl was smart, clever, and devious. Not a formidable opponent, but perhaps a handy addition to the business. She had ideas, and could read people well enough. With practice this skill can be heightened to a tremendous power. The man smiled ever so sweetly, his eyes dead, yet somehow inviting to the girl. 

         "What's your name?" Moriarty asked, standing a bit taller, a silent demand as an elder to this teen. 

         "Not something I give out freely," She smiled cheekily, not caring about his slight show of power, "You should know how to find it though. You've already seen my initials." 

The youthful girl scampered off once again, leaving Moriarty to wonder where he had seen said initials... 

     He returned to his current home stead, and sat on the single chair in the middle of the seemingly vacant living room. Here he sat, eyes closed, and here he thought, trying to remember every detail of their meeting... what was he missing? He had the beginning, the middle, and the end, each part having pages each page a picture... what was hidden within these pages? What had this girl shown him... Of course. 

     Moriarty's eyes snapped open as he remembered the shuffling of the girl's feet. A subtle movement, a simple fidget, a repeated pattern done over and over again between intervals of four to five seconds. Getting up, Moriarty attained a marker from the floor, and drew on the whitened walls, graying with time and misuse. He drew in the middle of one wall, the girl's initials, short, simple, and all he needed. 

     Day three, he hadn't done the investigating of the girl's name, he wanted to get to know her a bit better, and things were getting interesting. Instead of the girl on the wall of the school, Moriarty was met with a purple sticky note. The message inscribed simply saying to look up. Smiling, he did so, and found the shining of a certain mirror, though the cap wasn't atop the head it belonged to. Sneaking up to the roof, Moriarty found it both ironic, and suspicious. When he reached the landing, he picked up the cap, finding another sticky note on the inside. The message being quite amusing. 

'I'm bored. Amuse me.' 

On the back there was a small sketch of a hallway, most likely inside the school. Taking this as a clue, Moriarty found his way into the school, walking freely as he disguised himself as a janitor, which was really just the uniform's shirt and added headphones he swiped from a locker. Tearing the small square into pieces, Moriarty left a trial. Not to find his way back with, but to give the actual staff a hard time. 

     When he found the hallway that was sketched, he found a large wall filled with sticky notes, some yellow, others pink. A few were green, and there were a couple purple ones, but only one caught his attention. this one had a sketch of his face, hidden by the ball cap he always had on during their visit. Taking it down, he flipped it around. 

'Say Cheese'

An arrow pointed in the direction of the cafeteria. 

     Moriarty looked around, and saw that the security cameras had been covered by the same sticky notes. She had made him paranoid, sneakily played, and hilariously executed. He smiled as he remembered one of the specials he saw being Bosco sticks on the cafeteria menu. The message was a simple pun. Putting the portrait of himself in his pocket, the consulting criminal decided this little game to be quite amusing, and quite the tease to his paranoid self, but something was off about it all, he just couldn't tell what. 

     He entered the large cafeteria, finding nothing amiss, except for the open window. Looking out, he saw two out of place lights. Their aura a dark purple hue. They seemed a fair distance away, the rising breeze making them swing from whatever cord they were attached to. It was only the first story, so the drop was no where near harmful, though Moriarty tested this theory as he "tripped" out the window. A pained wrist, but nothing to serious. 

     He found his way to the swinging lights, finding them to be glow sticks handing from the branches of a tree. It wasn't dark enough for them to be obvious, but they were bright enough to be noticed. He looked around, but found no sticky note this time, though it could have been taken away by the breeze. 

     A faint drip met his ear, and he sniffed the air. Definitely the right smell for rain. The drip came again, and he wiped it away, looking at the moisture that met his hand, finding the red smear of blood rather than the invisible sign of rain. Taking a step back, Moriarty looked up, sighing as he suspected the girl to be dead. Most likely offed by one of his assassins thinking she would turn into a threat. To his great astonishment, he found her smiling, a small cut across her hand, covered by a white towel as she tried to stop the bleeding. 

         "Fooled you." 

(Ta-da! I hope I got his personality right... it's harder then some think to write a sociopath's personality, original or not. If you want more of K.A. and Moriarty, let me know and I just might make a second part! Same with my other stories! Thanks for reading!)