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Date for a Wedding

Chapter One: Never Had a Friend like Me

I clutched onto my pillow tightly as a warm smile crossed my lips. I was having the best dream in my entire life. I never felt so happy before. Actually, I didn't even think it was possible to do such a thing. Here I am, Hamasaki Mayu, a young woman at the age of nineteen and already wearing a white cap and gown for being a graduate student at Kyoto University. How did I do it? Hell should I know! I'm graduating and getting my blancher of arts (also known as BA) and god damnit, I'm proud of myself for accomplishing such a thing in a short amount of time. (More like a year and seven months since I first started college.) I think a celebration is needed.

No joke.

I giggled in my sleep as I saw my parents and older sister franticly waving their arms around in a crazy matter while shouting sweet loving compliments at me. I waved back with a huge smile plastered on my face. I was in total bliss. I looked around and spotted my friends not too far from where my family was located at. There they are where; all fourteen of them. I shouted at them in pure happiness and they returned the greeting.

All except one.

He had a smug look about his face and his arms crossed over his chest. His brown eyes that where usually filled with joy where now dead. Instantly, I grew worried about my dear friend.

Hang on...

How on earth can I see his facial expression that clearly? He was sitting so far on the bleaches it's hard for one to tell his unpleasant face. Unless is head was bigger than the rest of the crowd. Oh shit. I just had to jinx it, didn't I?

At that moment panic started to flow threw me as I witnessed my friend's head start to swell up like a balloon. His head was heading towards me ever so slowly and I stood there in the front of the sea of white caps and gowns like an idiot. Hello, I can dive straight in there and he wouldn't even know! I started at a run but the stupid cord form the microphone was in my path and I tripped over it. I started to fall in slow motion as I looked in horror bellow. 'The stairs to my future'. I was about to die a painful and agonizing death by a row of stairs! I shut my eyes and waited for the worst to happen.

No, I can't shut my eyes, I have to open them.

It's a dream remember?

And here I thought it was the best dream in my entire life...

I cracked open one eye. I heard a faint sound of a phone ringing my ear. Then I snapped it shut again because I spotted those deadly stairs. Why am I not dead yet? I heard the phone began ringing more loudly I as inched closer to death. Then a light shinned above me and I turned my body around as if floating, and spotted the source of light. It was my white cell phone. Oh, never before have I been so happy to see it and to hear it ringing of life.

But...

Am I seeing things or does my phone print up Daisuke-kun's name? Oh, it does! That same man with that smug look on his face was calling me.

What joy.

My brow twitched in irritation.

I shrugged. Whatever helps me not to die at a young age.

I reached out for the phone and clasped my hands around it. It was warm and light and it brought me back to life.

"Hello?" I grunted and rubbed my eyes from my tiredness.

The voice of my old friend Daisuke, cleared his throat on the other line. "...Mayu?"

Daisuke, what a swell guy he was. He easily made friends and had a tendency to keep in good health with them. The captain of the soccer team since grade school practically made him famous. And that little fact that he wasn't all ugly. On the contrary, he was rather good looking. Always out and about in the sun, God had given him an award of bronze skin and a rather tone body that girls would drool over and boys envied. He had a set of bright sparkling teeth and milk chocolate eyes to go with. On top of that, a head full of messy styled burgundy hair. I came to the conclusion that once he sensed his hair growing just a centimeter, he would take a pair small scissors and snip it right off. Ever since I've known him (which would be junior high), he's never kept his hair no longer than three inches. He told me straight to my face one day after homeroom class "size truly matters, Mayu-chan." I was appalled at what he told me and at that moment I knew I was just a perverted as any other thirteen year old boy in my grade at the time. By the end of the day, he marched up to me to say in front of class—"I was talking about my hair, Mayu, my freaking hair! Now stop giving me a weird look. It's creepy me out." Wondering what look I gave him? Well, it was the don't-talk-me-don't-touch-me-you-dirty-little-boy-before-you-get-me-pregant look. Well, true to his word, it was his hair that he was talking about. I always envied him because of his hair. All he did was wet it, take some moose or gel, and then run it threw his hair, then ta-da, he's done; messy but yet, fashionable hair-doo.

Yep, what a swell guy.

Too bad I wasn't in mood of remising more back in the "good old days". I cleared my throat before I almost suddenly chocked on pure air. I had spotted my digital clock on the far right of my bedroom, screaming at me what time it was. It was 5: 20 AM...AM! For which the cursed thing (A.M.) stood for Ante Meridiem in Latin.

Damn those Latin people.

And damn the Ante Meridiem for standing for the word morning.

"Daisuke, "I growled, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Of course," He sounded happy at that fact, "why, is that problem?"

"No shit it is."

"...But today is the big day, remember?"

I pondered for a few seconds. Here was Daisuke, calling me in the preposterous hours of the morning playing guessing games with me. As if I had any damn patience to do so. All I wanted now was sleep. And after that crazy dream, damn sleep is what I'll get. I decided that since Daisuke wasn't going to full out till me the answer to his, no doubt, multiple choice questionnaire, then I was going to full out fail his test.

"Goodbye Daisuke."

"No, wait!" he cried.

I stood silent letting him know that I was willing to listen but not willing to compute what he will say.

Daisuke cleared his throat to say, "We need to go out shopping together for my sister's upcoming wedding. Remember, you wanted to go with me to pick out my tuxedo."

Oh yeah, that's right. I had forgotten all about his sisters Jun's, wedding. As exciting as a wedding may sound, I wasn't too thrilled, all because of this rude awakening. However, when Daisuke had handed me an invitation just under a month ago (of course I knew I was going to be invited. I was one close friend of the family), I got all giddy and overly excited and told him that we should go shopping together. Daisuke isn't gay, but he knows how to dress and he loves shopping. And of course his next statement didn't shock me, it merely irritated me.

"There's sale starting at ten this morning so I was thinking you should be at my house between nine o'clock and nine thirty. You know it'll take awhile to get to the mall."

"Fine," I told him. I didn't want this nonsense to go any further so the best thing to do was to agree at whatever he was saying and end this bull shit.

"Excellent, Mayu, I see you at the given time then. Bye!"

"Bye." Click.

Like hell I was going to see you at the given time. I'll go over whenever I feel like it.

I turned my phone completely off and set it on the floor beside my bed. I took hold of my blankets and pulled them over me. That break in the middle of my sleeping erased all that was left of that crazy dream of a giant Daisuke head. I smiled to myself as my warm blankets and soft fluffy pillows engulfed me into a wonderful sleep.

To me, wonderful sleep means no dreams at all.

Hours from the time, I got a call from Daisuke I was just relaxing in my bed. I was in total bliss. Complete bliss. Nothing but bliss. Wrapped deeply in my sea of comfort, I dared not get up. It was a frozen landscape beyond my bed and nothing was going to get me up. Nothing. My bed was completely pure white and so was the rest of my room. The sunlight peeked threw the blinds of my window, lighting up my white room even more. It wasn't too bright, it was just right. Even the singings of the birds outside lighten my spirits and made me more relaxed. I smiled to myself as I snuggled more into my feathery pillows.

I was about to drift off to sleep for the second time that morning until I heard loud pounding coming from my front door. Now, if I lived inside a bigger house, perhaps a mansion, then I wouldn't have heard such annoying racket. I'd even perhaps have servants to do my bidding and tell any visitors that they are not welcome hours containing the sun not fully overhead in the blue sky.

In other words, noon-ish time.

Preferably, any time after one o'clock.

However (which is a huge however), I own no property such as a mansion, neither do I contain a great number of servants. I almost sobbed at the thought of it and flung the promising blankets off of my legs. Decided it was best to shut up the Mr. or Mrs. Sunshine at my door, I skipped taking a glance at my mirror or using the bathroom. As I opened my bedroom door to my small but rather comfortable size apparent, I was pushed back as big sound waves hit my in my face.

It was that loud!

I ran to the front the door and swung it open and only to be face to face with none other than, Motomiya Daisuke.

He had a huge grin on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. "About time you opened up. I was starting to think you where having a wet dream and didn't want to wake up."

Oh, hey Daisuke, what a surprise you're here. Oh, how am I doing? I'm doing just fine.

Dick.

I was just about up to here (as far as my arm would reach over my head) with him. So I punched in him the stomach and got a good reply out of him. He grunted and braced one had on my door frame and another one the clutching his stomach. As I did that, I heard a gasp coming from outside my door. Not just one person shocked but several. I shoved Daisuke aside and glanced around my door to spot a number of people either walking by or like me, sticking their heads out from behind their doors. So Daisuke's pounding had gathered the attention of everyone living on the same floor as me. Oh goody.

"Get in," I snapped and dragged Daisuke by his black blazer jacket and slammed the door behind us.

"...You know you could be just a little more gentle." He moaned. He was slightly glaring at me as he took off his shoes but still holding onto his stomach.

"No, I'd rather not, you deserved it." I said, walking into the kitchen to fix myself a warm cup of coffee.

Daisuke shot up and started after me inside my little kitchen. "It's because your phone was off, Mayu."

"That doesn't give you the right to start disturbing my neighbors, more importantly, me."

"Why? It's not like they were asleep, morning has pasted Mayu. It's shortly after twelve now."

I stopped my spoon of coffee beans in mid air and turned to look at Daisuke. He was leaning against my kitchen wall and had a peeved look about his face. I rolled my eyes, he's done far worst things than I have and when I don't take reasonability one time, he looks all disappointed at me. Well, screw him!

"..I'm sorry but this would have never happened if you woke me up so early. And to tell me what, that we're going shopping! If anyone is to be blamed for this, it's you." I turned back around to finishing up my coffee when I heard a sigh escape from Daisuke.

"Okay, fine. It's my entire fault then." He said.

I didn't like the way he said that because he was so damn sarcastic about it. I decided just to ignore it instead of dealing with harsh words, slamming doors and "accidentally" missed phone calls back and forth between us.

I set my half finished coffee down and turned to face Daisuke once again. "Fine, we'll go the mall. I'm going to get ready right now."

"Great," he said, smiling happily that he got his way again. He usually did anyways now of days so what did it really matter. He offered to start up hot water for me while I got dressed but I declined. I was so pissed I wanted to go out and waste my money at a café than fix coffee myself. Not that I would be fixing it. But that's not the point here.

I went to my room and gathered my clothes from my closet and took it to the bathroom to change there instead. I still needed to brush my teeth, wash my face and comb my hair. At the thought of standing just feet away from Daisuke without cleaning myself first made me want to barf. As I was walking to the bathroom from my room I heard rummaging in my refrigerator. No doubt Daisuke was hungry and looking for some food.

Once inside the bathroom I first brushed my teeth and next washed my face. Then I applied face moisture and afterwards set little make up on my face. My turquoise eyes were starting to glow again with life. I took my comb and brushed out my tangles and smoothed down my brown hair. A few strains were getting pulled off and I decided next month was scheduled for a trim. My hair, reaching past my shoulders, was set nicely in the front and it curled at the bottom. I decided that I didn't want to be plain Jane today so I looked for black flowered clip and set it in my hair. I pulled off my pajamas, no doubt messing up my already made hair, and tugged on my light grey cotton blouse. I unbutton a couple of buttons on the top of my blouse to show off some lady humps (only a peek of them). I set on my denim jeans and pulled on my black cadet cotton jacket. I was ready to go and it only took me twenty minutes. Daisuke should be done with his food now. Satisfy with my look I headed my to my room to gather my purse and shoes.

"Daisuke, we're leaving in like two minutes." I called out.

"Okay," I heard him throw a dish in the kitchen sink and wash his hands from there.

I went straight to my closet and grabbed hold of my grey rounded heels and red purse. Applying all the necessities inside of my purse I jumped out of my room and called out to Daisuke again.

"We're leaving," I said, putting my shoes on by the door.

"Of course," Daisuke said rolling his eyes.

I moved out of his way as he was setting his shoes on and opened to door. Once done, he turned around and looked me up and down.

"What," I said feeling a little nervous all of the sudden.

"You look...nice," he said still staring at me. "Who are you dressing up for?"

I locked my door and led the way towards the elevator. "No one, you know damn will I dress like this daily." I pushed the elevator button and while waiting, took a glance at Daisuke.

He looked, what's the word...nice too. He was wearing a black blazer jacket, blue jeans and normal pair black dress shoes. The word nice wasn't enough to describe him I suppose. I didn't know what was.

And if I wasn't single, I know damn well I wouldn't be checking him out like this. I think it's the first time since...the start of high school. It was destiny actually, we were never meant to be more than just great friends.

I decided to ask the same question he asked me and he answered with a smirk on his lips.

Oh, those damn smirk of his. Good thing he didn't do it often.

All the sudden, Daisuke leaned in towards me stopping only few inches away from my face. I could have sworn my stupid stomach did some short of "flip" or my heart skipped a beat or something dumb like that.

"Ladies first," he said softly.

Huh? What the hell was he talking about? I felt almost dizzy. Perhaps it was the smell of his cologne. I glanced to my left and noticed the elevator door was already opened. When did that get here?

I took one more apprehensive glance at him before walking into the elevator, holding it open for Daisuke to get. Only to my surprise, he was waving at me as the door was slowly closing.

"What are--" I started.

The elevator doors shut together.

"...you doing?" I finished.

I fumed there in silence as I pictured a laughing Daisuke still on the fourth floor.

I fumed even more when I noticed he had already chosen the destination for me. I was zooming to the roof of the apparent building.

All the way to the twelfth floor...

That stupid little monkey!

After about total of five minutes heading back down to the first floor all I wanted to do was ring Daisuke's neck. I think I had to stop on about every floor because for some reason everyone on every floor was planning on using the elevator I was in.

Come on people, there more than one elevator to choice from. No pressure.

On the first floor I scanned every inch of the large lobby until I spotted the burgundy head I was looking for.

"You!" I roared, pointed an accusing finger at him.

He was sitting in an arm chair apparently waiting for me to arrive. Once he heard my voice he stood up and looked wildly around and then laid his brown eyes on me. He still had a puzzled look on his face and he pointed at his chest in question as if to say "who, me?"

Yes you, you dipshit.

I rolled my eyes, getting ready to pounce on him and strangle his neck. Oh wait, maybe pouncing on him isn't such a thrilling idea. Or maybe it will be thrilling...okay never mind. Let's just say I'll strangle his neck.

Daisuke chuckled and took out his keys to his car. "I'm just messing with you, Mayu. You ready now?"

"You're always messing with me." I said flatly.

"And such fun it brings me," he said with a charming smile.

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

Well, in that case...

I marched straight up to him and for the second time that day, I punched in square in the stomach. Abs made out of steel my ass!

I grabbed hold of his cars keys and took several steps back.

"Mayu!" he gasped clutching his stomach again.

"Shut up, you're lucky I don't go and kick you where the sun doesn't shine."

His face looked horrid as if the thought of not having children scared him. "...but my keys, Mayu."

"Oh, this little thing? I'll be driving today, Daisuke, it's the least you could do."

"...My car?"

"Yes, your car."

I almost giggled at the sight of him. He looked so cute with his bottom lip trembling in fright like that. Its fun to see him the victim for once. And besides, I loved his car! That nice red 2003 Ferrari Enzo Coupe. Quite nice I must say and adds to his style. And if I crashed, hell, he could just call up his dad, CEO of Utrecht corp., and ask for a new one. Rich bastard.

"Fine," he said dreadfully.

I turned around glanced over my shoulder at him. "All you can do is blame yourself."

"Okay fine. It's my entire fault."

Ah, good. This time, he meant it. Damn straight bucko.

End of Chapter 1

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