MSP Sequel: Never knew I needed
Posted by: babymichiru on: January 17, 2010
I’m so totally in love with this song! It came along the ending credits for the movie “The Princess and the Frog” and immediately, I fell in love with it. Which insane person will not fall in love with Ne-Yo’s songs? Slap you!!
This story line has always been in my mind ever since I completed the whole SP series. Ah…I’m ever so awed by my own imagination. Tsk tsk…I should be working rather than daydreaming about all these.
Before the peak really gets into my head, I’ve decided to complete this one shot sequel. Enjoy!
Music SP: Sequel
“Never Knew I Needed”
I have to admit that I can never remember dates. Meetings, appointments, birthdays, holidays; except for those that I happen to celebrate every year (i.e. my birthday, my parent’s birthdays, my siblings’ birthdays and of course, Christmas!).
But there is one date that I will remember from that day onwards. In fact, he reminded me yesterday night that it has been:
165 days since we met;
163 days since we first kissed;
158 days since I confessed to him (he took it was me who confessed since I pushed him away on day 163); and
154 days since I left his side to go home (to my own country that is).
I can never ever find another guy who count days just like he did. And I thought an idol would be very busy entertaining his fans.
Ever since I got back from Japan, my boss had been pretty hard on me. She said I was irresponsible for running off for some silly matter of the heart. And all these came from someone who made an excuse during an important meeting just because her boyfriend messaged her that he was going to break up with her.
She wasn’t as thrilled as my colleagues were when I told them what had happened. She only said that if I would do something as reckless like that again, she would ask me to leave. At that point of time I was thinking fine! I can go to Japan and be together with someone who truly appreciates me. When I think about it, I’m still bonded with firm and after spending so much on travelling, I wouldn’t be able to afford to pay my tuition fees at the moment
I told myself that it’s just one more year. One more year! Then I can do whatever when, wherever I want. I can be an English teacher in Japan. I have the qualifications anyway. Why not?
So, to please my boss, I work harder and brought in more sales. I stopped going on much needed vacations because it would just give her a chance to put something red in my evaluation.
But that didn’t dampen my spirits for every day, just around 11pm, a message would come true and starts with “It’s 12am and I’m thinking about you,” and goes on with something that happened on that day. I recognize the number for it had the ‘81’ country code. It was very sweet of him to message me every day, telling me what happened.
Some days, he would tell me about the fish he caught. There are times he would talk about his group members. He would tell me a new card trick he tried to pick up from Ninomiya-san, the guy who shot me jealous stares when I was in Japan. How Aiba-kun did some silly antic again. Matsumoto-san would be in some funny mode he calls DoS (which I found out meant very sadist?) and how he tries to understand the deep topics that sometimes Sakurai-san would bring up.
Since I know replying his messages would be very late once I get to translate what he’s trying to say (he send them in Japanese to make me learn the characters, I do it every morning in English. I start off with whatever that happened the day before and end it with “I miss you.”
After he sent me the message with all those days, I was touched. I called him immediately after I managed to translate it all.
“Mushi mushi, Ohno desu.”
“Ah, Mishieru desu. What are you doing now? Are you busy?”
“Haiya! I thought it would take you another hour to translate everything. I’m waiting for the fish to bite so I decided to send you that special message.”
“That was so sweet! I really missed being with you.”
“Ne, there’s another special occasion coming real soon. Do you think you can take some time off?”
“…I would love too but you know how my boss is pressuring me. What is it anyway?”
“Er…never mind then. So, how your day?”
And we continued talking about what happened. I was still trying to figure out what special occasion was coming. No matter how many times I asked him, he would never answer me.
*****
Then one day, my phone rang and an unfamiliar number appeared. It had the ‘81’ country code but it was only 2 in the afternoon. He never calls me up but at night. I wonder if it was an emergency.
“Mushi mushi?”
“Ah, Mi-chan desu ka? Aiba desu!”
“Eh? Aiba-kun? Doushita? Satoshi wa daijoubu desu ka?”
“Riida daijoubu desu. Ano, Mi-chan, do you know what’s going on in a couple of weeks?”
“Erm, not really. What’s going on?”
“Eh? Mi-chan, don’t you know it’s Riida’s birthday?”
How can I not know? No wonder he was being so secretive about it. I must have made him upset.
After talking to Aiba-kun a little bit more, I decided that I must make it up to him. No wonder he was counting the days. He must have been counting the days that we would meet again as well.
With Aiba-kun’s help, I decided that I would give him a surprise birthday present. Since I wasn’t going to take any chances, I decided that maybe I will lie to my boss about a vacation with my parents. Since it was my parents we were talking about, she let me off and I had a week planned in advance.
Working with Aiba-kun wasn’t as easy as I thought. He was always in high tension (the term Satoshi describes him) and would cut me off abruptly when I suggest something. To make it worse, he had very interesting words in his English vocab, making me feel as if I was talking to some young kid at times.
Next thing I know, I was in Japan. With Aiba-kun’s help, I managed to get a suite in one of Tokyo’s prestigious hotels, high up in the sky, looking downwards at a beautiful night city. The group had a shooting that night and Aiba-kun was going to get Satoshi to come to the suite at night.
Satoshi had no idea that I was in Tokyo. I had told him that I wasn’t able to get any time off even though he asked me day after day if I could spare some time. I decided to tease him a little as I got myself ready.
“Where are you now?”
“At work, with the boys. Are you off work?”
“Yup. What are you going later?”
“I’m not sure but manager-san told me I had to be at some hotel for an interview. What a time to have an interview!”
“It’s 10.30pm there right? I wonder if it’s a setup.”
“What setup?”
“Will you be unfaithful to me?”
“You have got to be joking! As if I would.”
“What if the interviewer is a beautiful blond? You have mentioned before in some interview you preferred a gaijin (foreigner).”
“You are one so that’s enough. Stop thinking too much. I’ll message you later. Aiba is making a lot of noise now.”
Well, I’m not really a gaijin since I’m still Asian.
I put on the blue dress that he got for me back then. I decided that I would wear it along with the big silver bow. It sounds a little corny but what better way to surprise him but myself as a present?
As I waited for the door bell to ring, I stupidly lay on the bed, trying out poses to best seduce him. I was so nervous since I have not seen him physically for a long time. His lean body yet muscular body. His warm hands. His cool gaze. His tender lips. Ahh….
Just as I slip into my fantasy world, my mobile vibrates. Aiba-kun. “He will be a little late as the other guys dragged him to a bar. They didn’t know you are here. Will try my best so hang on!” Sigh Aiba-kun. What a time to mess things up!
I was going to fall asleep when my room phone rang. “Ms Michelle, just as requested, Ohno-sama is now heading up to your suite.”
I stood up and unlock the door slightly and hurried back to the bed, trying to position myself in very appealing manner. I can hear footsteps heading towards the door and a knock followed by a “Konbawa,”. I kept quiet; worried he might recognize my voice.
It took a while before the door pushes open. “Ojama shimasu,” and he stepped in slowly, maybe trying to figure out if it was a trap set up the boys.
I was kneeling on the bed, with my head tilt one side. “Didn’t manager-san tell you it was 10.30pm? It’s nearing 12am already!” I cried out to him. He had a surprised look on his face when he saw me. “Demo, you’re just on time,” I said as I bowed my head slightly towards him. “Omedetou tanjoubi desu!” I said and threw some confetti at him.
He was in shock. “I thought you couldn’t make it!” he said as he sat himself on the bed, as I helped him to get rid of the confetti stuck in his hair. He turned around and hugged me. “Now I know why Aiba-kun kept asking me to come here. I was wondering if I should call up to cancel the interview. Gosh, I missed you.”
“At least I know you won’t be unfaithful to me today!” I teased him. He hugged me even harder.
“You know I won’t.”
Then, as he pushed me away, he asked “Since it’s my birthday, where’s my present?” He had this cute look on his face, like a 5 year old child who was asking for his birthday present.
“Well, did you lock the door just now?”
“I believe I did.”
And it started with a kiss. The lips that I missed so much. Forceful yet gentle.
I leave the rest to your imagination. ^^
As I cuddle in his arms, listening to his heart beat, I couldn’t help feeling satisfaction that this was all the heaven I needed. Just then, he struggled a little, pulling out something from the pocket of his jeans I managed to get him out of.
He stroked my hair as he whispers softly into my ear.
“You know, I can’t help thinking about you all the time and it scares me to think if you would be unfaithful to me. Since you are so far away and all.”
“And I swear to you I had never thought of being unfaithful to you, even once.”
“And I hope that you would stay by my side, forever and ever.”
He pulls out a ring and places if on my middle finger. “I’ve been carrying around that for 30 days now and please, don’t make me carry it around anymore.”
I didn’t know what to say. Tears were brimming at my eyes as I looked into his. His lips came rushing down, touching mine with so much emotion. How can I say no?
“Arigatou,” I told him.
*****
After that, I resigned and pay off my contract with the firm. Who cared about work since I have an ever popular fiancé?
Although he did mentioned that he wanted to open a pan-ya (bakery).
When I arrived at the airport a month later, he was there, waiting for me.
“It’s been 31 days since you left and I was worried you won’t be coming back,” he said as he gave me peck on the cheek.
“I’ve been wondering. How do you keep track of all the dates?” I asked curiously.
“Haven’t you heard of the Calendar function in your keitai (mobile)?” and then he showed me the dates he crossed out on his electronic Calendar.
“That’s so insincere! You used an electronic device to help you? And I thought you had a romantic side somewhere!”
“Isn’t the thought that matters?” he looked at me with his cute eyes. I can never be mad at him, although he did make me feel a little disappointed.
“I love you,” I told him as I gave him a peck on the lips.
“And I love you too,” as he pulled me in to give me a long, everlasting kiss.
P.S. Anyway, I know that the chances of me and Ohno Satoshi hooking up is like 1/1,000,000,000 (i.e. almost impossible) but hey, give a girl some slack to her imagination! In any case, I would seriously like this to happen. It may not be Oh-chan but I hope it’s someone who will be worth my time. ^^
Speed Complex – Part 7
Posted by: babymichiru on: December 15, 2009
I had to get this out before I forget all about it.
The part that I’ve been trying so hard to figure out. I think I made Keiji a little more ecchi everytime I continue with the whole series.
A short one but it would work. And then I’m back on track.
And oh, it’s a 2 parter…^^
*****
Nanami couldn’t sleep that whole night. She kept touching her lips, wondering what had gone wrong. She liked Keiji but never thought of him more than a good friend.
Maybe I’ve tempted him too much today, she thought to herself as she flipped from one side to another. She couldn’t find the right side to sleep on, remembering how she was forced onto the bed against her will.
She sat up and picked up the phone by her bedside. She dialed the one number that she could never forget no matter how angry she was against that person.
She waited long. It’s late after all. Maybe he is asleep.
Just then, the call went through.
”Keiji,” she spoke as soon she heard some breathing on the other side. “Are you asleep?”
“No,” the other side replied. “I’m still angry at myself for being stupid today. Gomen ne.”
“I’m sorry too,” Nanami spoke; her heart heaved a sigh of relief. The sound of his voice assured her that it was all a fluke. She had been thinking too much.
“Listen,” she continued. “I’ve been thinking about what you said today about people challenging you and I know that pride of yours is even bigger than Mt Fuji.”
“You may say you want the truth to be out but in actual fact you enjoyed the ‘nice’ attention right?” She heard a gulp on the other side. She knew him too well to know his secret little wishes.
“So, I’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. In your stead, I’ll drive as ‘you’ like I did today. In exchange…” She again heard a gulp.
“Actually, I haven’t thought of it yet. I’ll come back to that once I figure it out,” she heard a thud on the other side.
“Don’t joke with me like that, Nanami!” Keiji yelled on the phone once he got back up. “I thought you would want me to be a cosplayer like you too!”
Nanami grinned. “That’s a good idea. Can you put on the butler suit that I nearly bought that day for you? I think you would look cute in it.” Nanami knew Keiji would be shaking his head furiously on the other side. “Just joking. I’ll do the cosplaying and also, remember to make the seats shift easier tomorrow. You enjoyed grinding against my body that day, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” again he yelled. “And I’m going to bed ‘cause tomorrow, I have a lot of work to do!” he slammed the phone down but Nanami knew that he was going to stay awake.
There he goes, dreaming about his new found fame.
Why am I doing all these for him?
That’s because we’re nakama, right?
*****
Keiji couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking what he did that afternoon. Lust finally caught him. But he shouldn’t be blaming himself. Who asked her to dress up that skimpily? Any man could be tempted easily.
He stared at his mobile, wondering if he should call her. It’s already late, he reminded himself.
Just then, his phone rang. Nanami blinked on the screen. He tried to pick it up but it kept slipping out of his sweaty palms.
“Pick it up, you baka!” his older sister yelled from the other room. He managed to catch it this time and press the Call button. He heard the familiar voice on the other side. “Keiji, are you asleep?” asked Nanami. He replied with a nonchalantly no. He followed up with an apology of what happened today. But why, he asked himself. Shouldn’t she take part of the blame as well?
“I’m sorry too,” an apology came from the other side.
Before he could say anything, she spoke first. “Listen.I’ve been thinking about what you said today about people challenging you and I know that pride of yours is even bigger than Mt Fuji.” That’s not true! Keiji thought to himself. My pride isn’t that big…well, maybe…
“You may say you want the truth to be out but in actual fact you enjoyed the ‘nice’ attention right?” Keiji gulped. He really enjoyed the attention he has been getting from his peers but definitely not the threats.
“So, I’m offering you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. In your stead, I’ll drive as ‘you’ like I did today. In exchange…” Again, he gulped. In exchange of what? Could it be… His heart was beating a little faster, anticipating some ecchi request. And who was it that was talking about self control earlier?
“Actually, I haven’t thought of it yet. I’ll come back to that once I figure it out.”Keiji fell to his side with some noise and his sister yelled again. Geez, why didn’t they make the walls thicker?
“Don’t joke with me like that, Nanami!” Keiji yelled on the phone once he got back up. “I thought you would want me to be a cosplayer like you too!” he lied.
Keiji could feel a smirk on the other side. “That’s a good idea. Can you put on the butler suit that I nearly bought that day for you? I think you would look cute in it.” Keiji shook be shaking his head furiously on the other side. Anything but that, he thought to himself.
“Just joking. I’ll do the cosplaying and also, remember to make the seats shift easier tomorrow. You enjoyed grinding against my body that day, didn’t you?”
“I did not!” again he yelled. “And I’m going to bed ‘cause tomorrow, I have a lot of work to do!” he slammed the phone down, his heart beating a little faster.
How on Earth did she know I enjoyed that skinship?
Speed Complex – Part 6
Posted by: babymichiru on: December 8, 2009
From the day onwards, Keiji had numerous challenges from various underground racing teams. Apparently, he had beaten the leader of some big shot biker gang. He tried to reject the challenges but the situations got worse and worse day by day.
For example, one particular group, “The Yellow Oxen”, had gang members waiting for him at the school gates. And they were becoming a nuisance as the members start to hit on the school girls. Keiji tried to explain to them it was just a mere fluke but none of them budged. Their leader was keen on defeating him.
The class teacher was threatening to give Keiji a bad remark if he doesn’t get rid of the problem soon.
Another group was even more frightening. Aptly named the “Hello Kitty Maniacs” (yes, they scoot around in pink scooters adorned with Hello Kitties), some of the members have fallen in love with Keiji’s kakoii-ness and threatened every single girl that has come into contact with Keiji. His world felt so cold when all of his female classmates avoided him as much as they could.
Keiji told Nanami about it all when he couldn’t take it anymore. The daily attacks and being ignored was too much to handle. He slumped against the wall of her room as she tried on something new. Nanami only asked one question.
“What you want me to do?” she asked, staring at him with a pair of kitten ears, part of her new costume. She had on the paws and was playing with her ginger coloured tail.
“Maybe you could just come out and put a stop to it all,” he mentioned cautiously. Looking at her like that was another dream come true but not at a time like this. “You know damn well I don’t have a driving licence.”
“And people will know how come you didn’t obtain a driving licence,” she said cooly, pacing on fours towards him, moving towards him slowly. The way her shoulders move was sexy. Her lips curled slightly as she moved nearer. Purr…Keiji could feel another potential spurt of blood but tried hard to control it.
“Maybe we could make an arrangement,” she said to his face, her lips so close he could almost kiss it. The smell of cotton candy gloss wafted into his nose. He puckered up his lips, thinking this was she was asking for.
Then she fell back and laughed hysterically. “You should have seen that look on your face,” she said as she clutched her tummy. “Do you think I would really kiss you?”
That was something she predicted wrongly.
As she wiped away the tears from laughing too hard, Keiji had pushed her onto her bed. Staring intensely into her eyes, lust had finally taken over him.
“Keiji, what are you doing?” asked a slightly scared Nanami.
He forced his lips against hers while holding her down with his hands. She tried to push him away but his hold was strong. She resisted his kiss, trying to figure out what’s happening.
He pushed himself up once he released her from his hold. He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him.
“Sometimes, you forget that I’m a man too,” he said, catching his breath between every few words. Her eyes were in shock. He knew he had to let her know or never.
She slapped him.
“Sometimes you forget that I’m a woman too,” she said afterwards, her eyes slowly brimming with tears.
He stood up and walked towards the door. ”Gomen ne,” was all her could mustered, with his back turned against her.
Speed Complex – Part 5
Posted by: babymichiru on: December 8, 2009
Sorry to disappoint CatDinga but Keiji in a butler suit is so not in this story. This is the start of how Keiji and Nanami got into the mess in Part 1.
I’m trying to complete this ASAP so that I can work on a new project (the original Project Aibaka is on hold as I’m currently editing the next part after Sunset Swing which I have aptly titled Daisy Ring). I’m thinking samurai styled one shot (influenced by Narazaki from Penguin Revolution and Tokio Hotel).
Here you go…Part 5. Sorry if I didn’t catch the whole racing scene right!
***
She couldn’t be bothered about the car that Keiji had painstakingly built for her. She had to admit it was finely tuned and all but in the end, it’s still a car. Who was the one with the license?
Keiji couldn’t believe how things had turned out? As soon as he nodded, Nanami sprung up with excitement and went blubbering how much she had wanted to visit that café but couldn’t risk exposing her other self. She managed to disguise herself with a newspaper boy cap and large sunnies while he hoped that no one he knew would be there today.
And to make it less exciting, it was his first ride in the car he had painstakingly built.
They managed to get a good parking spot; just right in front of the café. Nanami dragged a very reluctant Keiji to the doors, which were opened by two good-looking guys, both in crisp white shirts, fitted vests and a black apron. Nanami’s eyes sparkled at the sight of them. Keiji’s eyes were on the floor, feeling a little defeated at how much better looking these guys actually were.
As they were guided to their table, Keiji couldn’t help notice that there were other equally pathetic looking guys. They gave Keiji a thumb’s up which Keiji reacted the same. He also couldn’t help noticing that some of the waiters, or ‘butlers’ as Nanami corrected him, were wearing different versions of the butler uniforms. Nanami couldn’t hide her excitement as she ogled at them.
Keiji managed to escape after coming up with an excuse he left something in the car. Both of them knew well that Keiji wouldn’t be stepping back into the café once he sneaks out. Keiji was saved from the intense glaring battle by a ‘butler’ dressed in a grey uniform, who came to serve Nanami her ‘Prince-in-shining-armor’ a.k.a vanilla ice cream with whipped cream.
He tried to find somewhere else to wait but forgot to bring some cash along. Nanami promised him it would be her treat instead. He decided to wait in the car instead and turned the engine on, listening to the beautiful rev of the car.
He placed his hands on the steering wheel. It took him a day to find that steering wheel. It was sitting in the window of a car’s supplies shop and the shop owner wasn’t very lenient on the price. He bargained for a couple of hours and came out victorious. It is a shame that he could only place his hands on it and not drive.
Wait, a short drive wouldn’t kill, right? Besides, he already has some experience from all those lessons he took. It’s his little baby after all. All the time and effort. Besides, Nanami wouldn’t notice if the car was away just for a few minutes.
He clasped on the safety buckle and placed his hands on the steering wheels. He checked the rear mirror and noticed there were a few motorbikes behind. There were also a few other bike in front. Maybe I’ll just reverse a little, he thought to himself.
He adjusted the gear to reverse and released the hand brake. Before he could even release the brake, he heard a dull thud. He had knocked the motorcycle behind and as if a slow motion picture had taken place, a domino effect had taken place. Thud, thud, crash.
Panicking, he quickly shifted the gear to the first and the car jerked forward. This time, it hit the motorcycles in front, causing yet another domino effect. He thought of escaping his legs were weak and his head was thumping. More and more people gathered around the motorcycles and Keiji could tell that they were the owners as their face showed rage.
A burly man knocked on Keiji’s window. Fearing that he might crash the window if he didn’t, he wind down the window and regret that he did so.
“What do you think you’re doing, punk? That was my favourite bike!” the man roared at him. Keiji could only mutter sorry to the man.
“Your ugly bikes didn’t complement his car so we had to knock them down,” spoke a voice from the other side of the car. Nanami had her arms perched on the car roof, looking at the burly man.
“My bike ugly?” snarled the man. “I bet yours is only pretty on the outside.”
“Wanna bet?” teased Nanami, before getting into the car.
“What on earth did you do?” asked a furious Nanami as Keiji wound up his window. “Change seats!” she cried to him. As the windows were tinted black, no one could see what was going on inside. The car rocked a little as both of them exchange seats. Although panicky, Keiji couldn’t help feeling bliss as Nanami’s body brushed against his.
“I hope this car of yours doesn’t disappoint me!” she shouted at him. With a few swift movements, she had the car out of the parking lot and stopped at a set of traffic lights. The lights were red and would take another 20 seconds to turn green.
They then hear loud noise coming outside the car. The bikers were raring to go.
They heard a tap on the window and the same voice a while ago was yelling from the outside. “I’m gonna make sure you regret challenging me. That lil missy can ride on my personal bike when we’re done!”
“A**hole,” said Nanami as she revved the car to a start. As soon as the light turns green, the car urged forward and hit 80km/h in a few seconds. Keiji held on to the support bars as the car swerves into a sharp corner. Smoke was coming out of the tires as Nanami tried to shake off the chasers.
The bikers weren’t any bad either. The burly man managed to chase after them from to time and every time he did, Nanami would step hard on the pedal or make some turn at some junction. Once in a while, they could hear a crash or bang as the bikes fail to meet the unexpected turns that Nanami made.
After a 30 minutes chase, they hit the river bay. There was nowhere to run and the burly man was right behind them. He was the only one left from the convoy. They could hear him shouting from the outside. They couldn’t wind the windows down to avoid their identities known. Afterall, it was supposed to be Keiji who challenged that man, not Nanami.
“Lil missy, that boy of yours can go jump in the river after this! We can go elsewhere after this.”
Nanami got even more annoyed hearing that. She revved the car louder and turnaround to face him. It was a showdown. She couldn’t bear losing to such an ignorant man. MCPs. Keiji could only shut his eyes, hoping that she wasn’t serious of having him thrown into the river.
Within a few seconds, both vehicles lunged forward. Nanami wasn’t planning to swerve aside and pressed against the pedals harder as she shifted towards the last gear. The car was now traveling at 120km/h and yet she felt it was too slow.
On the other end, the burly man thought it was his lucky day. Not only could he manage to show his prowess to his team mates, he could also get laid today. That girl was bitchy but that was the way his liked it. He wasn’t planning to give in to such easy prey.
Nanami had no intention to brake of whatsoever. “Hold on,” she told Keiji, holding on to the steering wheel tightly. Keiji still had his eyes closed, not wanting to know what will happen subsequently. Nanami knew well what she was doing. Opponents are more afraid when you strike first. Rather than waiting, a forceful approach determines a sure win.
Just as they were about to collide, Nanami swerved slightly to the side, forcing the burly man swerve by the sudden change. As soon as the car passed by the motorbike, Nanami hit the brakes and made a fast 180 turn, facing the river. She stepped back onto the pedal and was now chasing the bike.
The burly man could not adjust to other car’s speed and had trouble maintaining his balance. Before he realized what his opponent was doing, he was heading towards the river. With a loud machine behind him, he had nowhere to run. He tried to brake, hoping that the car behind him would too but it didn’t. It forced the biker to hit the edge, falling into the river.
Keiji couldn’t believe his eyes what Nanami did. As the car comes to a halt, he stepped out of the car, looking down the river bed and saw a head bobbing up and down, trying to submerge himself.
“Don’t be stupid, you old man,’ cried out Nanami. “That river bank is only 4 feet deep.” Nanami showed her tongue at the pathetic old man and beckoned Keiji over to her side.
“Remember his face,” she yelled as soon as the burly man stood up, pointing to Keiji’s face. “He’s the one who beat you in this silly fight.”
And she just walked cooly back to the car, while Keiji stood stunned, staring at the burly man cursing and pointing his middle finger into the sky. “Darn you, boy!”
“What are you staring at?” asked Nanami, her head out of the driver’s window.
Keiji could not believe what had just happened. This is seriously not the Nanami he knew.
MSp Part 3 (finale): Only to love you
Posted by: babymichiru on: November 18, 2009
Part 3: “Zhi Xiang Ai Ni”
-I Only Want To Love You-
By Tou Michiru
“Stop!” I yelled as I pushed him away. Somehow, we managed to get away from the crowd when the midnight clock chimes and we ended up squeezing each other all the way to my suite. He looks at me with disbelief. “I can’t do this,” I told him. “Not when I barely know you. Heck, I don’t even know your name!”
He cupped my face into his warm hands and tried to ignore my sudden disruption. His eyes stare deeply into my eyes before landing another kiss on my startling lips. I felt frightened yet excited at the same time. No!
I pushed him again, forcing myself to stop before it is too late. For all I know, he may be just another man looking for some easy prey. Well, I’m not. I came here for a perfect vacation, not some meaningless sex!
“It would be better if you didn’t know about me,” he saed, trying to catch his breath. “You would be different if you do.”
“Is that so? I thought you were different but now you are scaring me,” I said through my shaking lips, not knowing what he might do. He opened his mouth, trying to defend himself but no words could come out. I gave the finishing blow. “But I guess all men are the same.”
I think he felt regret, as he tried to look away from my frightened eyes. “Gomen ne,” he said before turning around. As his back disappeared into the darkness, I felt a pang of guilt
For a minute, I wanted to run to him and hug him. True, I didn’t come here for just some one night stand but somehow, I think it would be different with him. Even if it is only for a short time, he gave me comfort and peace.
My legs failed me.
I cried in my bed the whole night.
*****
It has been two days that I had breakfast delivered to my suite instead. My eyes were all puffy from crying and wailing, for some reason I don’t know.
Even the maple syrupy pancakes couldn’t cheer me up.
Maybe my heart is broken. But it isn’t as if I had fallen in love with him.
Did I?
I spent the days in my room, not wanting to take the chance that I might run into him. I’m just too embarrassed with my behavior last night. I’m always awed by own guts to travel alone but this time, I felt totally hopeless with this matter of my heart.
I grabbed the newspaper that came with my breakfast tray this morning and flip open to the entertainment guide. After reading a few pages of mindless gossip, I stopped at a header that caught my attention.
“JAPAN IDOL REAPPEARS” and I studied the picture below. A man was dressed in a cap and baggy clothes, carrying what seems like a few fishing rods.
“One of Japan’s most prominent idols, Ohno Satoshi, reappears at Narita Airport. It was not known where he had been but rumors mentioned that he may have absent mindedly boarded another flight instead of heading to Hokkaido like he was supposed to.”
“Ohno was found missing since last week and could not be contacted as his mobile was found not within range. His manager has informed the media that Ohno had simply gone on a long vacation and was due to return back to work with his group mates anytime soon. Ohno is the leader of the popular boy group, Arashi.’
“Reporters caught him by chance when they were waiting for the arrival of Arashi’s biggest rival yet, Big Bang from Korea. He refused to provide any comments on his where he had been.”
I called up the front desk to check if the stranger was really the man I read about in the newspaper. The lady told me that the name was Sammy Ohno instead of the Ohno Satoshi I was expecting. The person checked out of his suite the night before, catching the first flight back to Japan.
It couldn’t be him, I thought to myself although there was a striking resemblance between the person I know and the profile picture. That smile.
The smile that I fell in love with. The smile that broke my heart.
*****
Before I know it, I’m back at where I first met him. Today is the last day I’ll be at this island and maybe someday, I’ll be back here again. I just don’t know when.
5 days has passed since that night. After reading that article, I felt like an idiot. Actually, I feel angry that he was an idiot. If someone likes you, it would be because of you, not because of some status you own or something like that. I spend those few days trying not to think about it. It wasn’t anything special anyway. I concluded it was just some sort of crush.
Maybe he had a reason not to tell. Idols. Scandals. How could he have thought that I was like those fan girls of his? Didn’t I trust him enough as well?
Of course not. We spent only 2 days together and I was expecting his entire trust.
A single lone tear makes it way down my cheeks.
“Ja. Sayonara,” I yell towards the open sea. My memories ended 5 days ago and it will remain as a memory forever I live. A memory that only last for 3 days and 3 nights but was enough to make me feel that I could trust someone forever.
After saying my final farewell, I feel I could go back like how I used to.
*****
Ah! I’m back at my little home. I throw my bags onto the couch and switched the pc on. After a week of not tending to my emails is definitely making my inbox bomb.
Junk, junk, junk. More junk.
A title caught my eye. It was in Japanese, an email from my ex-colleague, Chika. I have kept in touch with her because I would love to visit Japan again someday.
“Konnichiwa. Genki desu ka?” the email starts off.
I’ll not torture you with more Japanese. Something has caught the attention of the media and I couldn’t believe it at first but the more I look at it, the more I’m convinced that must be you.
You mentioned that you were going on a holiday last month right?
Do you know Ohno Satoshi? If no, please google because it will take me forever to tell you about him. Not only he sings and dances well, he’s also a great artist. On one of his shows, he revealed another masterpiece to his team members. It wasn’t the guest’s picture but another person altogether.
And well drawn portrait appeared after that. It was me. In the attire I wore on the first day I was at the island, smiling as I try to push down the hair the breeze was blowing away.
He jokingly mentioned on the show that this was someone he dreamt of and couldn’t help but remember her face. He asked the audience if they do see her, please let her know that he has drawn a portrait of her and would like to present it to her.
So, mind telling me what happened?
He’s stupid. That’s for sure.
*****
And I’m equally stupid as well.
Although I have never dated one but I know that dating an idol means suicide. If the constant loneliness without him doesn’t kill you, the death threats from his maniacal fans will.
My guts tell me go for it although I may be trampled by fan girls. My head tells me don’t be stupid because it could mean another hole in my pocket.
I’m standing at the airport along with the suitcase containing the clothes I brought along to that island. I didn’t have time to repack my clothes.
In my hands is an air flight ticket onto the next flight to Japan.
*****
I did it after all. After calling my boss and explaining to her what my idiotic plans are, she yelled at me for being an idiot and tells me that I would only get half of my pay this month.
I’m thankful that I still have a few thousand yen in my travelling funds. I took the densha down to Tokyo and head to the TV station where Chika mentioned that Ohno would be, filming one of his variety shows.
I stand at the entrance along with other fan girls, who are screaming and yelling and waving their flash cards, waiting for the boys to be out anytime soon.
How am I going to catch his attention? All I have is a bunch of worn clothes and a uselss mask.
Wait! That’s it! The mask!
As soon as the yelling and screaming got louder, I know they are out. I tie the mask onto some random stick I got from the ground and wave it up in the air madly. I’m not sure if he will see it but I’m looking for him either as I am looking at my mask instead. If it falls and breaks into pieces, there goes the remaining memory of us.
What a time to be thinking about some stupid mask rather than my love life.
The yelling and screaming gets even louder, in fact, it sounds angry as a few men appears and grabs me by my arms. “Koko ni!” they shout as another one grabs my luggage. It is happening all too fast I couldn’t ask them to stop. They pull me out of the loud crowd and shove me into some van.
I look at my arms, which are turning red from the pulling and dragging. A hand appears and touches the spots that are red. “Itai desu ka?’ a familiar voice asks. I look up and see him looking at my sore arms. I pull my hands away from him, still shocked at what’s going on.
“Gomen ne,” he speaks after seeing my reaction. “For always hurting you.”
“You asked why I never tell you who I was,” he continues. “Can you now understand why I couldn’t?”
“You never trusted me enough so how could you expect me to trust you back?” I retort, feeling a little hurt.
“You got hurt because of me and I don’t think I can’t protect you like I did back then,” his voice was still gentle. His eyes were gentle as well, looking at me, making me feel even more helpless.
“Who do you think I am? I can protect myself fairly well. I’m just defenseless against you! That’s because I have fallen in love with you!” I yell at him, with tears trying not to escape from the corner of my eyes.
“And you are a baka! I fell in love with some guy who cooks fish with soy sauce and sent me some stupid dress. I don’t care who you are now! I don’t even know who this idol Ohno Satoshi is,” I cry even louder.
“Where is the man dressed in those unfashionable fishing gear? Who are you, dressed up in some smart suit?” I continue crying. Damn, he looks just too cool in that outfit of his but my tears are blocking the whole view. I stop after a while, catching my breath between sobs, hoping that my nose isn’t dripping.
And like he always does, without warning, cups my face in his hands, his lips pressing against mine. I couldn’t resist him. I missed those lips. Forceful yet gentle. I regret pushing him away back then. And this time I didn’t.
Then I hear gasps from behind. My spine shivers as a feel a jealous aura.
“Ano, riida, hito wa, dare desu ka?” asks a familiar looking guy, like some actor who starred in some Hollywood movie. His stare is intense, like some jealous lover.
The other 3 guys, who looked too tall to be stuck at the back of the van, have their mouths open, gasping for air like gold fish.
Ohno looks back at me, wondering how to answer them. That’s right; he doesn’t even know my name.
“Hajimemashite,” I answer the jealous guy. “Mishieru desu. Yoroshiku ne.”
“And I’m here just to love him as he is.”
And that is my declaration of love.
MSp Part 2: Feelings
Posted by: babymichiru on: November 18, 2009
Part 2: “Zhe Me Hui Dui Ni You Gan Jue”
-How Can I Start Having Feelings For You?-
By Tou Michiru
I decided on that little black dress I brought along for emergencies. I made my way to his suite, which was at the other end of the resort. It was not just any part of the resort. It was where the suites were more scattered to cater to those who wanted peace and quiet, of course, at a higher price. It made me more curious of whom this person was.
I rang the bell at his door and was greeted by again, a wet haired but fully dressed man. His appearance was much different from his day look. A white polo t and bermudas; now he looks more like a vacationer.
“You are early! I’m just preparing some stuff. Come on in.”
His EDT wafts pass my nose as he invited me in. Not too musky. He directed me to the patio as he excuses himself. His suite was a whole different dimension as compared to mine. Mine was only a bedroom with an attached toilet. His was a studio apartment, with a living room and even a kitchen!
The fish were grilling at the patio as I sat myself at the picnic table. The aroma of soy sauce was an interesting choice. Which country could he be from?
He came with a platter of raw fish and a bottle of white wine. “Did you prepare this yourself?” I asked, amazed by what this man can do. He only smiled and handed me a pair of chopsticks to try it. Another interesting choice, chopsticks? Then the fish came along. I had to admit; his skills were definitely way better than mine.
“I fish a lot so I picked up a tip or two,” he said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his white wine. Our conversation was going round and round his fishing experience. I’m getting bored so I decided to get out of the fishy topic.
“Just who are you?” I asked, swirling the wine inside the glass, my head tilting to a side. I was getting a little tipsy. My drinking capacity was never great.
“That’s a secret,” he replied, placing a finger on his lips. “And you should stop drinking already.”
I smiled at him but took another sip of the wine. I took a peek at the time and noticed how late it was. I excused myself before I was going to make a fool out of myself. I stumbled as I try to stand up. How much did I really drink?
He offered to walk me back as we walk to the door. I declined, not wanting to bother him anymore. Besides, it’s pretty safe around here.
And I ran back to his suite as soon as I heard some funny sound around the bush. He laughed at my sudden timidity. Using his thumb, he wiped away a frightened tear. I felt so helpless. Since when alcohol changed me 360?
He held my hand as we walked back to my room. We passed by the bush that was rustling. He took a stick and pokes it while I stand safely 3 meters away. A small animal came rushing out, most likely a squirrel. “And that was what that led you running back to me,” he boasted.
“Not to you,” I corrected him, “just to your suite.”
“If you can argue, that means you are fine. I should head back to my suite,” he teased and turned around to walk back to his suite.
I think the alcohol has gone to my head as I become bolder and reached out for his swinging hand. “Please,” I pleaded him, my eyes staring at his feet. Without saying a single word, he turned back and pulled my hand along. His hand was again tight around mine. For a moment, I felt bliss.
Once we were at the door of my suite, I fumbled with the knob nervously, wondering what has gotten into me. I turn around to tell him goodnight once I managed to get the door open. His lips came whooshing onto my cheek before I could open my mouth and he looked pretty pleased with himself when his face reappears.
He walks away, not waiting for any reaction. I continue standing at the entrance of my suite, mouth gaping like an idiot. Once he’s out of range, my body slumps to the floor, my knees failing me. My heart was thumping hard against my chest as I try to breathe back normally.
“Oyasumi,”I heard when his lips departs from my face. Japanese? But his English was rather impressive. Maybe he assumed I didn’t understand Japanese. I’m sorry to let him know I do understand, after working with a Japanese affiliated company for a few years.
What just happened? This sounds like something that was pulled out from a chick lit.
My head is hurting from the sudden blood rush. I’m going to bed.
*****
The day begun like the day before. Waffles with honey and strawberry jam. Hot piping tea with lemon. Ah. Paradise. How can a meal be even so perfect?
Then it hit me. Again. Yesterday’s image. “Oyasumi.” His voice echoed in my head as I tried to deflect the image. Once I jumped onto my bed, the images became more livid. His lean half naked body. His eyes. His lips. His voice. Argh!! Get away!
Then I realize he is standing in front of me, trying to imitate my animated hand movements waving front and back. He smiles back when I give him a very pathetic smile.
“Slept well?” he asks, his chin resting on the back of his hands, which were resting on the balcony beam. He looks so cute with his head perched like that.
“You didn’t tell me you spoke Japanese,” I ask, trying to snap out of my imaginary world again.
“Ah, you understand. That’s good to know,” he answers nonchalantly. “I was hoping you wouldn’t. That would make me more mysterious ne.”
“So desu ka? Sumimsasen demo I used to work with a Japanese affiliated company,” I tease with my sparse vocabulary of Japanese terms. But he grins further.
“Rather than showing off your well pronounced nihongo, would you join me for the party tonight? It’s Friday and they are holding a theme party,” he invites as he passes me a mask of blue and silver. “A masquerade.”
And I spent my early half of the afternoon wondering what I can wear.
Until I heard a knock on my suite door and found a white box on the doormat. Worried that it might be a bomb, I called up the receptionist to inform them what I found. The lady was giggling as she assures me it would be fine to open the box.
I glad I did because I end up spending the other half of my afternoon priming myself up.
Satisfied with my make up, I put on the mask that I was offered and stepped up to the full mirror in my suite. The mask complimented the dark blue satin cocktail dress perfectly. I had trouble tying the silver bow around my waist but I think I managed well because it looks well balanced.
And I think I know who sent me the dress. This is getting me even more curious. Which stranger would do so much for another stranger?
But how on Earth did he know my size? Maybe he’s just as pervy as I am. Then the image of his pervy worth butt hits my head again. I think the heat around here has got to me.
As I make my way to the mentioned venue, I can’t help but notice how clear the sky was. Stars were now appearing one by one, twinkling as they did. How long has it been since I saw them?
Under the blanket of stars, people were mingling around to an awkward choice of soft samba. I didn’t know anyone there nor could I recognize any familiar faces because everyone had on masks. I try to look for my handsome stranger, whose name I still do not know until now.
I made my way through the sea of masks, holding on to a glass of cocktail, hoping that he would somehow recognize me. I think he should since he’s the one who gave me the mask and dress.
Other men invited me to dance, which I accepted since I had nothing to do. After what seems like 2 hours, the announcer announces that it was going to be midnight soon and the party would be over by then.
I’m getting a little worried as I have yet to know where my handsome stranger is. I can’t ask around either since I have no idea what his name is. After twirling around along with a couple more drinks, I felt that the night would end up just like it is.
A hand holds on to my waist as I hear a familiar voice. “Excuse me,” he says. A man decked in black with a blue and gold mask whiffs me away from the current guy I was dancing with and I just giggled idiotically, slightly intoxicated with margaritas.
“You should be a little more careful around other men when you are drinking,” he says in a slightly angered tone. “Not all are willing to chase off little animals like I do.”
“Thank you but I think I can fend off myself very well,” I retorted with another idiotic giggle.
I can see his teeth grinning against my silly declaration. “Then I would like to see you fend off this,” he says and without giving me a chance to fend myself off, he pulls me in closer and presses his lips against mine. Forceful yet gentle.
This was something I couldn’t fend off. It would be too sinful to.
Yet something is bothering me. The identity of this man. Who is he?
MSp Part 1: Sempurna
Posted by: babymichiru on: November 18, 2009
I’m so behind my writings!! Not only I have not completed my so-called debut (my Paw Prints), I went and start off some new projects! Argh!! I’m so mad at myself!!
Lucky for me (and everyone else), my new project is a completed one shot, which I separated into 3 parts.
Here’s the ranting and part 1. Please excuse me if you find the grammar so wrong. I was lost in time, not sure whether it should be as it is now and something from the past.
*****
I heard the Indonesian version of this song and didn’t quite like it because it was sung way too low (guess where I heard it?). Then I heard the Mandarin version and instantly fell in love with it (do I sound racist?). I thought, why not write a one-shot based on this song?
Indonesian version – Andra and the Back Bone
Mandarin version – Nicholas Teo (I had a short crush on him back then because he looked like some Korean star whose name I forgot due to my ultimate crush on Sho-kun)
At first, this one shot was supposed to present out my form of perfection but it turned out to be yet another fantasy involving my ni-ban, Oh-chan T^T.
It first starts with Sempurna, of the perfect beach scenario.
Then it continues with ‘zhe me hui dui ni you gan jue’ by Guang Ling and Hong Mei Qing (I think) as the main char falls in love with the handsome stranger.
It ends with ‘zhi xiang ai ni’ by Rainie Yang with the main char running to the handsome stranger.
Enjoy.
Part 1: “Sempurna”
-Perfect-
By Tou Michiru
I can’t believe I’m finally here! At the destination of my dreams. My ultimate getaway!
As I stepped out of the plane, I can feel the warmth of the sun against my cold skin. There was a slight breeze, attempting to carry along my hat with it. The smell of lush greenery was wafting through my nose. Though far, I can hear the waves crashing against the shore.
Ah, paradise!
Within half an hour, I set out to the quiet beach. I had planned the perfect timing to avoid the usual tourist congestions. Decked in a new swimsuit, I slap on tonnes of sun block lotion. I am going to be here the whole week and am not planning to be pulled back by some pesky itching and burn.
There were only a few other people on the long beach. The coast stretched about 5 km from one end to another, making it a challenge walking along it. I read about the encounters other travelers had posted up on their blogs, of the locals, delicacies and cultures and can’t wait to see what adventure I’ll get into which each step I take.
The sand was soft and fine, with every step of mine sinking in. It took me away to get used to walking on bare feet. The water was crystal clear and glistened underneath the sun. As I waddle slowly into the cool water, I can’t help but feel a shiver of excitement running down my back.
I like traveling and my best spots are always beaches. I have been planning and saving for this trip ever since I saw the documentary on TV. It was not like any other beach; it was the perfect beach, although most of my friends couldn’t understand what was so perfect about it.
I decided to explore the right coast first, taking note that I still need to walk back at the end of the day. I pass by some cafes and souvenir shops and still nothing interesting came up. I only managed to snap some pictures of local kids building sand castles. I keep my fingers crossed that something will appear soon.
And something came up.
Some distance away was a makeshift jetty, made of wood and sticks. It looks frail but someone was sitting at the end of it. Oh, why not? He or she must be fishing there and maybe I can pick a fish or two for dinner.
The breeze was definitely different out there in the sea. The jetty was about 500 metres from shore but the water was already navy and looks deep. The guy was sitting with his back against the sun. The pail beside him had nothing inside but water.
“Have you caught anything yet?” I asked quietly. Some fishers don’t like loud noises for fear of scaring away the fishes.
I was expecting an old man to turn around; looking at how his back was hunched. A young and handsome but tanned face turns around to look at me. He shook his head a little before replying me, “It’s been a slow day.” He speaks slowly as if I couldn’t understand his English, which had a slight Asian accent.
“What fish are you hoping to catch?” I asked as I sat myself beside him.
“I’m not sure about the fishes in these parts but I have managed to catch a snapper yesterday,” he said, not annoyed by my presence. “You just got here right? I haven’t seen any other person as fair as you around here.”
Our conversation slowly evolved into other topics. I found out that he just got into some random flight and ended up here with his fishing rods. He loves fishing and that’s how he got so tanned. I didn’t believe at first but when he showed me a picture of him 3 years ago, I giggled at the difference.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting. The blue skies were now fading into beautiful hues of magenta and scarlet. I bade my acquaintance goodbye before I head back to the resort, wondering if I’ll meet him again tomorrow. As I step back on to the beach, I heard him yelling from behind. “Will I see you again tomorrow?” he yelled. I waived my hat back at him and made my way back to the resort, with my heart skipping along.
A perfect getaway and a handsome stranger; how much better can it get?
*****
The next day, I had breakfast at the verandah of the resort café. Lightly browned toast with fluffy scramble eggs. I couldn’t bother with the newspapers. I never like reading newspapers. Don’t you think that sometimes, the news that appear are just totally absurd? I wonder why people would be so concerned about some idiotic politician who got himself into some mess rather than about wars and how the children suffer from it.
I took a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice and stare into the blue sky. Today was yet another beautiful day and the beach was still quiet. I couldn’t resist snapping a picture of the sky. As I snap away, I noticed a familiar face walking by the pool. I noticed his wet hair before my eyes accidentally moved downwards. He was lean but not lanky. His body was tanned but not as tanned as his face and arms. Traits of a fisherman.
As I rested my head on my crossed hands, enjoying a pervy moment, his eyes caught mine. I hope he didn’t notice I was staring at him and tried to look natural by waving at him. He smiled a row of pearly whites and waved back. I nearly choked on my orange juice as he walked over to the verandah, still half naked.
“Hey, I didn’t know you stayed here as well,” he said casually, his hair dripping wet. I smiled meekly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice my blushed face now. Hoping to hide my embarrassment, I picked up a slice of toast and offered it to him “Would you like some toast?” I asked. Before he even replied, he pulled my hand, biting into the toast. He smiled as he chewed. I think my face just got redder.
After a short chat and several chokes on my orange juice, he invited me to walk on the other side of the beach today. Again, my heart skipped as I head back to my room to prepare for a “date”.
As I browse through the selection of clothes I have packed, I hated myself for being indecisive. What should I wear? I couldn’t go with that skimpy bikini I packed by mistake. He would think I’m super desperate. I don’t think that parka top and jeans would fit either. It’s going to get warm in the afternoon. Oh gosh!
After 30 minutes of fighting with the mirror, I decided on a pair of shorts and a white tank top. Underneath, I wore a not-so-skimpy bikini. I don’t even understand why I am so bothered about it. I packed into my sling bag a towel, a shawl (just in case it gets cold in the evening), a bottle of water and some snacks. I hung my camera on my neck and head out to the place were we were supposed to meet.
He was waiting there already, almost unrecognizable in his fishing attire. I felt I was overdressed for the occasion.
*****
I couldn’t help notice he didn’t like being photographed. He had a way of evading my camera or some other person’s camera as we walked along the other side of the beach. He would shake his head left and right as soon as he heard some clicking noise and all the pictures would turn out blurry. I pouted at his unsporting behavior but he apologized and said he wasn’t very good with cameras.
It was the same on the other side of the beach. Nothing much to see but his pervy worthy butt. Where am I staring?
We came to the end of the beach where there were large rocks. He offered his hand as we made our way up to the edge. Though he wasn’t big in built, his hands were big. He held mine with care and with ease, pulled me up to higher spots.
Once above, the breeze was wonderful. The sun was high up but the rays were not striking hot, rather warm on the skin. I offered him some sun block, looking at how tanned he was. He declined it strongly, saying that it was his fishing way not to rely on sun block. I only giggled at his silliness, wondering how tanned he was trying to get.
I lay on my back, my mind drifted along with the clouds. The sound of the sea calmed my nerves as I stare at the back of the stranger. I never ask for his name neither did he asked for mine. He was suspicious in his own way but yet I felt he was not someone to be wary of. He waited patiently for fish to take his bait while I just think about plots for my future writings, basking happily under the sun.
The silence between us would have awkward but it wasn’t. It just felt as if the silence was there to keep us together.
I didn’t realize how late it was until the sky was yet filled again with sunset hues. He managed to catch some fish and offered dinner. Without thinking much, I accepted. He gave me his suite number and we agreed to meet at his place around 7pm.
And again I got myself stuck at the mirror complaining how little I have brought along.
Speed Complex – Part 4
Posted by: babymichiru on: October 6, 2009
I seriously have no idea how many parts there will be since I just keep on writing and writing whenever I get an idea in my head. And usually it’s all long winded writing which explains why I don’t update my stuff often.
It was quite difficult trying figure out how to get the whole who’s-the-driver part out since I’ve sorta wrote off topic when it came to Nanami’s secret and I’m trying extremely hard not to get into some pervy scene involving Keiji and Nanami. You know, trying to preserve Nanami’s innocence. Anyway, my writings are not supposed to be smutty 
Here you go. Part 4.
***
Their secrets were never revealed but one would wonder, if Keiji can’t drive, who drives then? That is a secret that both of them had compromised.
When Nanami got her license, her father forcefully promised her a car of her own, even though her mother protested. She never thought of getting a car since school is only 10 minutes away and walking was much more convenient.
On the other hang, Keiji was equally as excited as her father is. Since he couldn’t get his license, he had to find another way to commute to school in the cool manner he has been always dreamt of until his hopes all dashed into that rubbish bin.
Nanami couldn’t be bothered with Keiji and her father’s idiocy. She only managed a “Whatever” when the both of them brought it up during dinner one day. Keiji offered to the old man himself to help with Nanami’s decision. Given a budget, he set off to find his perfect car.
One day, he found it. It was an old sports make but it was still in good shape. He reckoned a nice paint job, some new sports rims and maybe a tweak or two of its engine would do the job. He tried to convey his enthusiasm to Nanami but all she could understand was Greek. She placed every single decision on his hands, telling him that as long as she could drive it without a glitch, he would be fine. And maybe reward him with a drive or two.
After a month of putting his body, mind and soul into his little project, Nanami’s car was ready to see the world. He had negotiated and argued with dealers and suppliers for the supplies he needed, scoured books and the Internet looking for tips and solutions and sleepless nights wondering if the car would still be around before his own mother called for a tow truck. She wasn’t happy seeing her front porch in a mess with oil slicks splattered every where.
After polishing the black car with delicately designed blue flames (black was his favorite color while blue was Nanami’s favorite) for what seems like the 8th time, Keiji ran over to Nanami’s to get her to try out her new car. As usual, he didn’t bother knocking on her room door and was welcomed by a sight of Nanami parading around her room in a blue maid costume, dusting her belongings with a feather duster.
Blood dripped on the floor for what seems like a few good seconds before Nanami took the handkerchief from her apron to clean his nose. “How many times do I have to tell you to knock before coming in to my room?” she asked in a sweet voice. Keiji knew that something was wrong with her. She was too sweet to be true. He backed himself against the wall, trying to analyse what’s going on.
She’s trying to get me to do something, he thought to himself. She continued to smile sweetly at him and held up a magazine for him to see.
“Butler Café – Fulfilling every young girl’s dreams…” the ad on the opened page read. Keiji knew this was too good to be true and dashed towards the door but failed as Nanami was one step faster than he was. She still had on that sweet smile but a malicious glint was seeping through her eyes.
“But I thought you weren’t interested in costumed guys?” he asked, hoping to set her mind elsewhere. She had expressed her dislike in guys in those masked heroes costumes and he wouldn’t be caught dead in a cafe filled with otaku girls flailing around a bunch of guys who undoubtedly will be less good looking than he was? The evil aura subsided a little and her eyes became slightly watery. “You wouldn’t accompany me?” she asked, again, in a sweet voice.
He couldn’t help it. Seriously, where did the old Nanami went?
Paw Print ?? – Sunset Swing
Posted by: babymichiru on: October 4, 2009
This is a pre written chapter for Project Aibaka. The reason is being the person portraying one of the characters in the storyline, Yvonne, will be leaving the workplace and I did a short interview with her before I came up with the idea on how her character would be. So, in order to preserve the memory, I decided to do this chapter in advance.
Her character’s name is Sawara Yukiko, Yoshiro’s ex girlfriend (he’ll appear only in about Paw Print 4 or 5, I think ^^), who died of an illness, prior to meeting Michiru. Here’s the excerpt prior to her death, which happened by the beach, thus the title “Sunset Swing”.
*****
Paw Print (?): Sunset Swing
Yoshiro and Yukiko
The park was noisy that day. The rustling of amber and magenta leaves. The chime of the tower clock. The flow of the nearby stream. The shrieks of little children playing. The gossips of housewives. But I could only hear the sweet laughter of a girl in a white dress, playing with a little white dog. For some reason, images of white daisies surrounded her. I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me but they weren’t.
For the next few weeks, I deliberately pass by the park, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. She was there most of the evenings, playing with her dog. “Don’t run, Hime!” she yells as she chases after the dog.
I passed by the florist one day and bought a bunch of white daisies. I waited at the usual spot since 4 in the afternoon. I was so nervous I couldn’t calm down. I started peeling the petals off some of the daisies, singing the song which I once heard from a friend.
She loves me, a little bit, passionately, insanely, not at all
Before I know it, I felt pain at my butt. “Itai!” I screamed as I tried to shoo whatever was it that was biting me.
“Hime, dame!” shouted the girl as she came to remove her dog from my butt. “Gomen ne! Daijoubu ka?” she asked as I rubbed my sore butt. A patch of cloth tore from my pants, revealing a design of red checks. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s her. Now’s my chance!
“Sorry for being so sudden but can you go out with me?” I said, with my head bowed low and my hands stretched out holding the daisies.
I couldn’t see her surprised look but I could hear her giggling. I looked up and she gave me a sweet smile and took the daisies from my hands. “If you stop putting doggy treats in your back pocket, Hime won’t attack your butt,” she said. Hime was now aiming at my other pocket and the both of us laughed as I tried to shoo her off. And that started our friendship and the story of my first love.
*****
“Daijoubu ka, Yukiko?” asked Yoshiro. Yukiko was leaning against his chest as the train swayed along the winding tracks. Her eyelids lift to reveal a pair of dreamy eyes. She looked upwards at him and gave a smile. She closed her eyes again and waited for the sound of his heart beat again.
Yukiko wanted to get away from the heavy atmosphere that was surrounding her house now. Her parents have not given up on her illness yet but she knew better. They were bringing in doctors from all over the world, each with the same diagnosis. She had only a few more weeks to live.
She grew tired of people walking in and out her room, shaking their heads and prescribing more and more medicine that made her sick. She could not bear the sight of her parents, arguing everyday on whose fault it was on what had become on her.
She told her butler, Tanazawa-san her plans and made him swear not to tell anyone anything as this was her final request. She lied to Yoshiro, telling him that all she was fine and wanted some fresh air.
She felt lucky that she didn’t have the symptoms that most patients have. She still had her long, black hair, which she braided and secured with a cream ribbon and her cheeks were blushing against her fair complexion. Although she felt nauseous occasionally, she tried to curb it by taking the medicine she had brought along. She didn’t want Yoshiro to worry about her. The last thing she wanted was to be a burden to him.
“We’ll reach there soon,” said Yoshiro as he stroke her arm. His warm hands and comforting voice were all that she needed to make it through the week. She had lied to Yoshiro that she was well enough to travel. Just one week, kamisama, just one week.
Hime calmly waited in her cage. Yukiko decided to bring Hime along although Tanazawa-san insisted not to. She couldn’t bear to leave her dog behind. Hime had been by her all these times and she didn’t want to leave her behind in that chaotic house.
They came to a stop, where only the three of them got off the train. The sound of crickets playing against the background was noisy yet welcoming. Yoshiro went off to ask for directions while Yukiko let Hime out of her cage. Hime was quite reluctant as she wasn’t sure of her surroundings but Yukiko persuaded her with doggy biscuits.
Using the map that Tanazawa-san provided them, they found the little cottage easily. Tanazawa-san bought the cottage for his retirement. It was located nearby the train station and was about 10 minutes walk away from the beach.
“When I was young,” Yukiko spoke, “Tanazawa-san brought me here often. He would tell me the stories when he used to live by the sea. However, he never liked the idea of working as a fisherman and decided to go to Tokyo to try his luck. I guess it’s still in his blood to come back to the sea..”
Yoshiro opens the door and was surprised to find the cottage sparkling clean. “Tanazawa-san has someone to clean the place for him weekly,’ says Yukiko before Yoshiro can say any comments. She gave him a smile and went on to sit on the sofa. Hime followed suit and rested herself on Yukiko’s lap. Yukiko could only smile at her dog’s antics.
“Ah, Yoshiro, what shall we have for dinner?” she asked suddenly. Somehow, she felt like they were a pair of newlyweds and wanted to cook and have dinner together.
“Ne, I’m not sure,’ said Yoshiro from the kitchen. “There’s nothing much in there though. Why don’t we walk to town and see what is there to get.”
“Hai! Mmm….Yoshiro, I know I sound silly but do you feel like we’re a pair of newlyweds?” asked Yukiko, her face blushing slightly.
Yoshiro’s face blushed even harder and he tried to look to another place so that Yukiko couldn’t see how embarrassed he was. Yukiko could only giggle at his reaction.
*****
As they walked hand-in-hand into town, with Hime tagging behind them, Yoshiro noticed that people were staring at them and were whispering in low voices. He looked at himself, and was fidgeting awkwardly as he tried to see if he split his pants. Hime woofed at him, wondering what he was doing. Yukiko wondered the same as well.
“Ne, is there something wrong with my face or my clothes?” whispered Yoshiro to Yukiko. She looked at him in disbelief and assured him that was nothing wrong with him. Still, the townspeople were staring at them. They came to a vegetable stall and were wondering which vegetable to cook for the night. An obasan came over to help them with their choice.
“Ah, aren’t you Yukiko, Tanazawa’s granddaughter?” asked the old lady. Yukiko smiled at her and answered yes. “Ah, you have grown to be so beautiful. How’s Tanazawa? And who’s this good looking man? Your husband?” Both Yukiko and Yoshiro blushed. Before Yoshiro could explain the situation, Yukiko answered the obasan, “Hai, this is Yoshiro, my husband.”
“Ah, that’s too bad. I would like you as my daughter-in-law instead,” sighed the obasan. “Now young man, take good care of ojousama here. She’s a good lady.” Yoshiro, still dazed with Yukiko’s words, didn’t know what to do next so he bowed at the obasan, only to have his head hit the weighing scale that was hanging above the cabbages. “Itai!”
“Haha! Be a man now and stop whining. That would be 470 yen, ojousama,” said the obasan as she passed the bag of leeks and potatoes to Yukiko. Yoshiro had his other hand, which was not rubbing his head, picked out his wallet from his back pocket. As he opened his wallet, he had on a funny look on his face.
“Doushita, Yoshiro?” asked Yukiko. Yoshiro didn’t know how to explain the situation to her. He had forgotten to bring along extra cash!
“Ano, obasan, can I pay you later? I left my money in my luggage,” he said apologetically. The obasan stared at him in disbelief but put back on a smile. “Daijoubu. Take this as treat from me.”
“Ah? Dame dame!” refused Yoshiro. He just made himself sound like a total idiot.
“Daijoubu. Tanazawa has helped me a few times so this is just a small thing. Take it or else I’ll whack you with the leeks!” said the obasan. Yoshiro thought of being beat with a leek and didn’t like the idea at all. He bowed again in thanks, only to hit the weighing scale again. “Itai!”
*****
“So that’s why everyone in town were staring at us,’ said Yoshiro, still rubbing his head. “They all know you. And I thought my jeans had a split at the back again,” But Yukiko wasn’t listening. It wouldn’t be nice to be living off other people’s kindness right?
The obasan at the vegetable stall made a fuss and told everyone that Yukiko was around. Next thing they knew was they had in hand were some oranges and apples, 2 cup noodles,and some eggs.
“Yukiko,” Yoshiro pulled Yukiko to face him. “Daijoubu. I’ll go and get a part time job tomorrow and earn enough for us this week,” he assured her. Still, Yukiko felt uneasy. She didn’t want to be a burden to him. And she’s too weak to work. Must her wish to be alone with Yoshiro be left unfilled as well?
Just then, they passed by the beach and saw a group of people dressed in suits and cocktail dresses by the pavement. They were in a busy discussion and looked nervous. As they walked pass them, Yukiko overhead their discussion.
“What are we going to do? There’s no one in this town who can play a piano!” said a man with a red tie.
“Should we apologise and play some music on the stereo instead?” suggested a lady in a pink cocktail dress.
“Dame dame,” says the man with the red tie. “These guests are paying to hear a live piano performance, not some pre recorded music!” The other members could only shake their heads and suggested other alternatives, which all didn’t seem to work.
“Sumimasen,’ a soft voice spoke. It was Yukiko. “Are you looking for a pianist?”
The man with a red tie stared at her and nodded. “Are you one?”
Yukiko smiled. “I’m not one by profession but I can play. Would you like to listen?”
Another man with a moustache spoke this time. “We haven’t got much time but we can give it a try. Little missy, please do the honours,” and he led the three of them to a restaurant just a few metres away.
It was a quaint little restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. The lights were low and there were red roses and lit candles on each table. In the middle was a black baby grand piano, well polished.
Yukiko adjusted the seat and placed her fingers on the keys. She started with a soft, romantic piece. The melody echoes through the restaurant and was played beautifully. Before she can even start the second movement, the man with the moustache stopped her.
“Please work with us tonight! Our pianist was supposed to be here today but she didn’t appear. We would give you pay equivalent to hers,” said the main with the moustache.
“Daijoubu,” said Yukiko. “I’m just a student so there’s no need to pay me so much.”
The man was even more delighted to hear that. “Thank you so much! Aiko, get a dress for this lady here,” he yells to one of the girls in cocktail dresses. “Ah, what’s your name, miss?”
“Sawara Yukiko desu.”
The man was taken aback for awhile. He knew of the Sawara name and heard of the ojousama who was an accomplished pianist but could this be her?
*****
Yoshiro wasn’t very pleased with Yukiko’s sudden decision to play the piano. She was still weak and it was his fault that he left his money back in Tokyo. But as soon as she started playing her favourite song, Memories in the Snow, her eyes were smiling again and he couldn’t bear to stop her form doing so.
He just couldn’t say no to her. The waitress got her a simple black dress and helped Yukiko with her hair and makeup. There was the ojousama he had not seen for a long time. She was smiling all the time as Aiko-san commented on her face and hair.
Yoshiro waited at the beach with Hime. The restaurant opened at 7 and closed by 10. Yukiko had told Yoshiro to go home and get dinner ready instead but he felt he should just stay around. He wouldn’t like her to be alone when she was done.
“Hime, I feel so useless right now,” he told Hime, who was lying by his feet. Hime only stared at him.
He stood up and walked around, with Hime tagging behind him. He came to an isolated spot with giant trees. There was a hand made swing hanging underneath the trees and fitted 2 easily. An idea came up to him and he ran and jumped on the swing. Hime was excited, wondering what game they were playing. She circled around Yoshiro, yelping as she did.
“This is it, Hime! I’ve found the best place to bring Yukiko!” he told Hime as he jumped off the swing and carried an equally excited Hime up high.
*****
Before they knew it, they were walking back on the dark path. Dinner was successful and the guests were happy with Yukiko’s performance. She held the envelope that had her pay in it and grinned happily.
“Why are you so happy?” asked a curious Yoshiro. She whacked his head with the envelope and ran a few steps forward. “I just feel happy,” she answered him as she turned around and walked backwards.
It was her first pay. Ever since she was young, all her well being was being taken care of and she never had to lift a finger to ask for money. This was the first time she did something to earn something and she felt happy about it.
“You know, I always wanted to know what it feels like to be like you,” she told Yoshiro. “To work and earn some extra allowance. It looked fun.”
“Ah, it’s not all that fun,” complained Yoshiro. “Sometimes you get fussy customers, messes to clean and sometimes, you don’t get enough sleep from working overtime.”
“Soo ka? But I didn’t know it would feel so satisfying like this,” she continued. “Anyway, we have enough for the week. The owner was too nice even though I said it’s alright. And don’t you feel bad. You can make it up to me by doing the house chores,” she teased him.
“That’s not fair! You know how I hate doing chores!” he retorted and started to chase after her playfully. She squealed as he caught her around the waist. He was careful not to hurt her as he lifted her with his arms, walking the remaining few steps back.
“I’m hungry. So let’s run back and make some cup noodles,” requested Yukiko.
“Cup noodles? You?” asked Yoshiro as he hastened his steps.
”We’re poor now, aren’t we? So let’s make do with what we have,” giving him another whack on the head with her envelope.
“Hai, ojousama!” and Hime yelped excitedly, thinking that they were playing a game with her all these time.
*****
The next few days were blissful. They spent the days exploring the town. On the first day, they passed by a vegetable farm and saw a pair of elderly couple struggling with their harvest and decided to help out. They helped pull out sweet potatoes and daikons and got dirt all over themselves. By the end of the day, they were so dirty that even Hime refused to be hug by Yukiko. They went home with a few daikons and had a daikon feast for dinner.
On the second day, they decided to go fishing. Using only 2 rolls of fishing strings with a hook and a weight tied at the end, they managed to catch some fish. Yukiko wasn’t so excited when she managed to catch a squirming fish. She always stood a few metres away every time Yoshiro unhooked the fish and threw it into the bucket. They did a barbecue at the spot and Yoshiro bought some fireworks to play along. Hime got her whiskers burnt when she tried to sniff the sparklers Yukiko was playing with.
They found something interesting when they were cleaning the cottage on the fourth day. Tanazawa-san kept a few photo albums which had pictures of him when he was young till as he is now. The pictures spoke of his life and some of the earlier ones were in black and white and sepia. There were some pics that they never thought they would be able to see; wild and silly sides of Tanazawa-san, who always projected a serious and responsible look.
After laughing together, they came to the last photo album, which was thinner than the rest. Yoshiro flipped open the first page and closed it right away. His face was blushing red and Yukiko asked what’s wrong. Before he could explain anything, he lowered his head and apologized to Yukiko with the album held out to her. That got Yukiko even more curious and took the photo album from his hands. Yoshiro’s head was still lowered when Yukiko’s face blushed tomato red! Tanazawa-san kept all of Yukiko’s embarrassing baby and childhood pictures in this album!
The both of them kept silent for a while but Yukiko couldn’t take it anymore and started giggling. In the end, both of them ended laughing even harder.
Just then, Yukiko felt a pain in her stomach. She clutched her stomach and tried to look as if she was in pain from laughing too hard. She excused herself and made her way to the washroom, where she kept her medicine. She made sure to lock the door behind her and held on to the sink to maintain support. With trembling fingers, she uncapped the bottle and took 2 capsules. She sank onto the floor and tried to catch her breath.
Please, kamisama, just a few more days, she thought to herself.
Yoshiro felt it was weird that Yukiko has yet to come out from the washroom. He was about to knock on the door when the door knob unlocked. Yukiko peeked through the slight opening before launching a full attack on Yoshiro. She held a spray bottle in her hands and started spraying at him. She couldn’t let Yoshiro know that she’s relying on painkillers to fight the pain.
*****
The day before they were to go back, they decided to visit the local shrine. The cake shop owner told them about a rumour that a miracle would happen if the worshippers managed to throw a charm onto the giant oak tree at the temple. It was said that the oak tree was possessed by a kind spirit who granted wishes if the wishes was sincere enough.
After paying a small sum to the priestess for 2 sets of charms, they proceeded to the oak tree. Hanging on the branches of the oak tree were charms of different colours and sizes. There was wooden board by the side of the tree, which had a story written on it.
There was once a young lady who was kind and helped those in need. One day, the young lady met a deity by this oak tree and fell in love with him. They started a forbidden relationship as mortals could never outlive gods.
As the two were separated by the wrath of the deity’s fatherr, the young lady made a vow that she would wait for him forever by the oak tree they first met. As she waited day and night, she grew weak and left for heaven. Her body was never found and it was believed that the tree took her in, to grant her wish to wait for her lover’s return.
The deity returned one day and was told that the young lady had passed on. He blessed the tree and named it the Great Oak Tree of Kindness. The tree grew and grew over the years, as the spirit of the lady aims to reach to the skies, hoping to meet her loved one there.
“I think the higher our charms are, the higher chances of our wishes getting granted!” said Yoshiro after reading the story.
“Baka. You’re supposed to be sincere, not aiming high!” said Yukiko.
Yukiko insisted that Yoshiro didn’t see her wish. She made Yoshiro go far away before writing down her wish. After a few minutes and making sure that Yoshiro was still nowhere in sight, she was ready to throw her charm.
She clasped the charm between her hands and closed her eyes. She concentrated hard on her wish and then threw it into the air. The charm barely reached the first branch but something strange happened. Wind passed by and blew the charm upwards. It landed on the top of the tree where she couldn’t see. She couldn’t believe her eyes what had happened.
Kamisama, you are being unfair to me but I know you would make him happy.
Just then, Yoshiro came running, with Hime chasing behind him. “Where’s your charm? Didn’t you wait for me?” he asked.
“Gomen. It’s there,” she pointed to some random spot.
“Ah, I wanted to throw it together with you. Never mind then.” He shouted out loud that he was going to throw the charm and flung it upwards. It landed on one of the lower branches.
“Ah! I didn’t get it high enough!” he whined. “What did you wish for, Yukiko?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you but you can tell me yours,” she said cheekily.
”That’s not fair but it’s ok. I wished for a beautiful sunset today,” he said.
“Why?”
“You’ll know later. Let’s have lunch. I’m hungry.”
*****
After lunch, they took a nap in the living area. Yukiko woke up when she felt the pain again. This time, the pain was stronger and she felt a little dizzy. She wanted to call out for Yoshiro but he was nowhere in sight. Bear with it, Yukiko. Just till tonight.
She reached out for her mobile and started to tap on the keys.
“Tanazawa-san, arigatou for everything,” and she switched it off.
She heard footsteps behind her and saw Yoshiro carrying a big woven basket. “Are you awake?” he asked. “There’s somewhere I want you to go.” He offered his free hand out to Yukiko. She hesitated for a moment, trying to push away the excruciating pain. Her hand reached out to his and in a moment, the pain reduced a little. His warm hands sent comfort to her body.
Hime was still napping by the window and they both decided to leave her behind. Just the two of us this time, Yoshiro whispered to Yukiko.
They walked hand in hand down the path towards the beach. Yukiko tried not to show any signs of distress.
Please, kamisama. I don’t have much time. At least let me tell him how I feel about him…
He took her to the place he found the other night, the isolated spot with the swing. Without any warning, he lifted her up and placed her gently on the swing. He then positioned himself beside her. She leaned against his shoulders and closed her eyes. She was feeling a little faint form that walk.
”Ano, Yukiko, do you remember the first time we met?” he asked her.
Still closing her eyes, she spoke in a soft voice. “How can I forget? Hime bit off a part of your pants then.”
”Do you know what I was doing then?”
“I think you were waiting for someone. You gave me a bunch of white daisies. Should they be for someone else?”
He hesitated for a while. “Actually, they were for you. You know, I always saw you in that park with Hime and I loved how you smile when you were playing with her.”
Yukiko felt her senses slowly leaving her. She wanted him to continue but she needed to tell him now. She lifted herself up and looked him at his eyes.
“Yoshiro, do you know I have always loved you too? Aishiteru.” Tears were swelling in her eyes as she mentioned as she spoke those words.
She leaned over to kiss him at his lips. He didn’t hesitate and held her tightly. There was something bothering him at this point of time. Her body suddenly felt so small and cold although he could feel the warm rays of the sun as they part. Yoshiro then pulled out something from his shirt pocket.
“I love you too and I want to spend my lifetime giving you happiness,” he confessed as his hands revealed a ring, adorned with daisies in a row. ”Please, stay by my side forever.”
More tears flowed from her eyes as the sun rays shone in front of them. He carefully placed the ring onto her right ring finger and gave it a kiss before kissing her on her forehead. She then leaned against his chest and closed her eyes, her lips smiling.
Aishiteru…
He didn’t realize that she had left him. He felt her body getting colder as the gold rays disappear into the dark sky. He thought of getting the blanket he brought along out. He had prepared dinner and was going to set up a romantic setting. “Yukiko, do you know why I was holding daisies that day?” She never replied. Her face was serene, just like an angel’s.
He didn’t know what to do. A part of him wanted to cry, while another wanted to stay just by her. “In France, children would sing a song about daisies. She loves me, a little bit, passionately, insanely, not at all. I was waiting there, plucking one of the daisies, wondering how much you would love me. I never got the answer because of Hime.” She was still silent. He was sobbing now.
Aishiteru…
He heard the words echoing from her although her lips were not moving. Her eyes were still closed, a tear escaping underneath it.
“But now I know. Arigatou…”
*****
Speed Complex – Part 3
Posted by: babymichiru on: September 23, 2009
Keiji wanted to buy a new laptop and brought Nanami along with him. After making his purchase, Keiji suggested desserts to thank Nanami for accompanying him. He took her to a café where the waitresses were dressed in cute maid uniforms. He heard about it from one of his friends and was interested to know what was so good about it.
As soon as he was welcomed by the waitresses, Keiji understood the meaning of a ‘perverted nose bleed’. Not only were the maid uniforms cute, they were slightly revealing too. The top was tad lower and the skirts were tad shorter. He turned around to look at Nanami, hoping that she wouldn’t misunderstand that he was some kind of pervert.
She had an even more perverted look on her face.
Her eyes were all sparkly looking at the uniforms. She had never seen anything so cute before. She kept staring at the uniforms as the waitress in charge ushered them to their table. She was getting more impatient as the waitress served their desserts. Keiji noticed there was something wrong about Nanami’s behavior as well.
He dared himself to ask her even though she had a creepy aura around her. “What’s wrong with you?”
She turned her gaze from the waitresses to him and had an annoyed look on her face, as if it was saying “What do you want?”
“Wait, were you staring at the waitresses?” he asked, his mind drifting to some weird imagination. Her face blushed.
“It’s just that…” her head bowed low, “…don’t you think their uniforms are cute?”
“They sure are,” he replied. “Wait, were you staring at their uniforms?” She blushed even more.
No one had ever told her if she was feminine or cute or sexy. Although people adored her, it’s because of her kakoii image. She wanted to changed her image but couldn’t because she couldn’t find anyone to tell her how. Her mother had given up since her father decided to raise her like a boy and decided to put her attention onto her brother instead. Her senpais were determined to win the competitions and relied on her aggressive skills and strength to do so. Her kouhais were so infatuated with her cool image that they couldn’t accept anything else except for her attempt to grow her hair long.
No one knew about her desire and today, she betrayed herself. And right in front of the guy who had equally never seen her as a girl before.
“Do you wanna try wearing one?” he asked, trying hard not to laugh. Her face was red with embarrassment. She never knew that trying to find her true self could be so difficult.
He beckoned to one of the waitresses and requested something to her. The waitress took a glance at Nanami and smiled back at Keiji. “Hai, master! Sumimasen, ojou-sama, can you follow me to the back?”
Nanami was confused but with Keiji’s reassuring smile, she followed the waitress. The waitress took her to the staff room at the back and told her to sit down and wait. She brought out a set of the uniforms and left the room for Nanami to change. Nanami got even more confused but as soon as she saw the uniform, she couldn’t resist the urge to try it on.
She did and when the waitress came back in, she praised Nanami until she turned pink. She had slender hands and legs and well-endowed assets. The uniform was black with white frills. She put on the cap and left her hair down. The skirt was short and reached her thighs. She didn’t have to worry about her derriere getting exposed since the skirt had layers of lace petticoat. Her black boots matched the uniform perfectly and she didn’t have to put on much make up.
Keiji was standing at the door while the waitress was praising Nanami. He had rarely seen Nanami in a skirt, besides her school uniform and didn’t know how to react. She looked extremely cute in the uniform and he could feel a rush of blood to his nose. Her cleavage was revealed in a mild manner, showing off slight smooth and cream colored skin. He calmed himself down by maintaining thoughts of her in her most masculine attire but the images would turn back into the uniform.
Nanami made her way to Keiji when she noticed him acting weird by the door. “Keiji, kawaii desu ka?” A spurt of blood came gushing out of his nose and Nanami had to buy the outfit because his blood dirtied it. As they made their way back home, she made Keiji swore to secrecy or he would have to suffer the worst pounding ever.
No one questioned Keiji’s reaction. Nanami thought it was just a weird reaction of seeing her in other clothes but Keiji knew it wasn’t that. Since when did Nanami have such a good body? Just a few years ago, she hardly had any breasts at all! Now, every time he sees her, he gets this lusty thought in his head with her in different sorts of costumes.
Nanami enjoyed her new found hobby. She kept it a secret from everyone, except for Keiji, who always willingly followed her out when she wanted to pick up a new costume. She would wear them at home, behind locked doors and would show them to Keiji. Keiji tried with all his might to keep his imagination to the minimum and occasionally queries himself if he was some sort of cosplay pervert instead.
Emo bunny with large earphones
Konnichiwa! Hajimemashite. Michiru desu. Douzo yoroshiku ne.
Yup. Michiru here and welcome to my world where imagination runs wilder than reality in life.
