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Tokyo was just as busy as any other city. Vehicles drove left and right, working-class people striding up and down the pavement. Students running with their heavy bags bobbing against them, taxis picking up. It was just like any other day except...
Reporters were jostling against the crowd, trying to get to the front. Armed policemen stood their ground to control the crowd of screaming fans. A thick red carpet was laid professionally, leading from the tip of the pavement to the entrance of a newly-built five-star hotel. Now you don't see this often, do you?
"Yui, can you see anything?" Miaka shouted, raising her voice above the rowdy fans, Taka standing beside her. Yui could only see her mouth moving to articulate her thoughts but hearing her best friend was impossible. If the crowd could actually defeat the noise created by vehicles, then it was clear that screaming was futile. Yui shook her head to reply she couldn't hear nor see what was in front of her.
Everyone was leaning forward, men and ladies, old and young. Unlike everyone else, Yui didn't know what she was expecting nor did she know why she ended up in the mess. Oh actually, she did know how she got caught up- she was invited by her irresistible bubbly best friend. Tired of standing for no reason, she pushed and jostled towards Miaka and Taka in hope that she could persuade Miaka to leave.
Even in close proximity, Yui had to raise her voice, "Miaka, let's leave! This is a waste of time!" The blond lady tugged onto her best friend's arm, as if a kid trying to convince her mother to move on instead of waiting idly.
Suddenly, a long sleek white limousine rolled by soundlessly. If anything changed, the crowd became a crowd of fanatic people who screamed and cheered a deafening roar. Before the doors even swung open, cameras had started clicking. Others held their papers and pen at ready, cameras were positioned well. Reporters fixed their microphones, their notebook stuffed under their armpits. Policemen started to hold out their batons, to restrict the crowd from stomping over the red carpet.
"We can't! He's here!" Miaka grinned impishly as she, with all the strength she could muster, pushed her hardest into the crowd, fighting for a place in the front. Her boyfriend, perhaps husband-to-be, followed her lead and pushed passed most people. Following meekly with a sigh, Yui also pushed forward. She definitely didn't want to lose herself in the crowd of screaming fans, nor did she want to be left in the dark about Miaka's purpose of being here.
Finally, emerging out to the front, both ex-priestesses craned their neck towards the white door. The limousine passenger door was finally open and a long leg swung out. Standing straight in an expensive black Armani suit, was the man. The man that made the fans scream in utter joy. For the ladies, he was the number-one bachelor. For the men, he was the model that appeared for countless of magazines since last year.
Despite being welcomed by his fans, this model-bachelor was disinterested. His bodyguards stood surrounded him making it very difficult to snap a picture of him. Almost every picture taken consisted of him and at least a bodyguard.
"Marry me! Make me your wife!"
"Kiss me!"
"Oh my god, I love you!"
"That's him! He definitely looks just like the covers, only better!"
"I want to be him!"
Screams rose as he walked closer and closer to the entrance, towards Yui. It was at this moment that Yui finally got a good look at him.
Sunshine hair that seemed to melt in the sunlight, sapphire piercing eyes that showed displeasure. Oh god, could it possibly be...? Sharp angular face that hinted looks that were gifted by the gods and arrogance. No...Bits and pieces were coming back to her, forming a slide show. Picture after picture, scene after scene played before her as he continued to walk towards her. The hair, the eyes...the body. There was no doubt, it had to be him!
Tears misted Yui's cerulean eyes as she clasped her mouth with her hand. It's really him...There was no doubt now, she loved him. Walking with the graceful feline stroll that could actually arouse her, Yui turned her face away shyly. "That's Suboshi, your Seiryuu Celestial Warrior, right?" Miaka quipped when she saw the joy that glistened in those misty intelligent eyes, "He's finally grown..."
Suboshi? It's not him...? That momentary joy shattered as Yui took another good look at the man. Sure Suboshi had yellow hair, yellow close to golden, blue eyes...but her instincts told her otherwise. Suboshi could not muster such grace and power, it was impossible. Suboshi was just not born to elegance and power, but he was made to perfection- to command grace and ultimate power.
"Miaka, it's not Suboshi...It's him, Nakago." Yui didn't know what possessed her to assume as such but really, who was she kidding to say otherwise? It was bared for her on a silver platter.
The way he strolled, the way his legs moved. It was too familiar to be anyone's movement. Cold eyes that swept passed the entire crowd
Miaka also took a closer look, now that the man was less than half a meter away from them. Oh yes, definitely! Nakago...The gods had finally answered Yui's prayer; to allow her to meet him once more but granting her wish was a different story.
As both ladies were whispering in hushed voices, the famous man stopped in his tracks. Looking straight at them, mild surprise graced his features before they were immediately snuffed out. He blinked once as if to clear some hallucination, before he zeroed onto Yui's face. A frown ceased over his usually calm features as he stopped opposite her. His gaze swept over her, lingering on her face and her womanly features. Eyes that seemed to ask for identity probed into Yui's, making her want to avert her gaze but she couldn't.
He took a step towards her and she suddenly felt breathless. Those beautiful and mesmerizing yet commanding eyes locked onto hers and her heart palpitated excitedly. He was so close now, almost within reach, Yui could smell the expensive cologne that floated around him. "Nakago...?" Yui uttered, her breaths coming in harsh as she leaned forward, "Is it really you?"
He held her hand in his, raising it to his lips. Her surrounding suddenly seemed empty and void except for the tingling touch made by his mysterious man. Giving a lingering kiss, his eyes were fixed onto her face as if watching and waiting for her expressions. A smirk graced that sinful face that made butterflies flutter silly in Yui's stomach. This was what she had been dreaming since that forsaken day. "You're very beautiful..." he murmured, his breath heating up her skin before his tongue came to stroke on a sensitive spot of her palm, "I'll meet you once more. Adieu sweetheart."
Yui didn't realize she was caught in a trance until she felt a sharp tug on her arm- Miaka was actually nudging her. "Wha-?"
"He's gone," Miaka smiled mischievously and Yui was immediately wary. No one would want to deal with a cunning Miaka unless they were allies with her, "Miss him already?"
She had to honestly thank the gods. He was back and he recognized her. Was it just fated or was her wish truly granted? Oh bless the gods, especially Seiryuu...could she ask for more, now that he was here? Yui could only smile and think of the happiness that flooded her. Joy felt like exploding her insides into smithereens. Oh yes, patience is indeed a virtue!
I actually intended this to be a one-shot but I guess, it'll turn into a fanfic too!
Please R&R.