"As Altair and Vega first rose up on the sky"

Summer Triangle
Scene 1
Blueberry Cheese Cake

I sat down on the stage. Looking around the building. Admiring how these people around me had their live revolved in this old MRT station. Nodded up to the sky, I saw the mixture of blue, slight grey, and orange paints splashed on that favorite canvas of mine. I looked down to munch on my freshly baked blueberry cheese cake, and fixed my gaze up again to the sky. That canvas suddenly turned red.

"What are you eating? That looks delicious!"

"Wha-," I spluttered - What the hell with this guy?

I threw him my annoyed look, it was enough to make him taken aback. What the? Suddenly a weird stranger with a striking red hair came and started a conversation with me. I rolled my eye, but then realized that he was asking me a question, I quickly mumbled something under my breath.

"It's a Blueberry cheese cake."

He blinked twice. Then his face brightened.

"Oooh. It looks delicious! Can I have a bite?"

I face slapped. So that's how you started a conversation with a random person you met at a MRT train station? Wow I found the locals were so... amusing! But... his accent.. he couldn't be a local. A foreigner? But.. from where?

"Before you even ask for my cake, I think it's a common courtesy that you should introduce yourself first," I commented while stealing a glance over his eyes. Amethyst...?

"And at least you have to know my name first before you can get my food," I added.

A shocked look crept on his face and he exclaimed, "Oh shoot I forgot! I am Marui Bunta! Shikuyoro!"

Shikuyoro?

"I mean, it's nice to meet you! Ahaha.." He rubbed the back of his hand while laughing uneasily, "So what's your name?"

I let my eyes scrutinized him. He was not so tall but not so short either. Tall enough to tower over me and made me had to look up to stare at his thick, messy mop of red hair that looked so unnatural complemented by that glowing amethyst orbs. Round chubby cheeks that were adorned with a really strong jawline that gave him a cute and slightly femininely-handsome look. I guessed he must have done quite a lot of chewing. Thin, pink lips that looked so sweet combined with green apple scent that lingered on it. What a funny combination. He looked so... Sweet. One more glance from the bottom to the top, I realised he actually had quite a defined muscle. Is he a sports player? Overall, he looked masculine and decent but I still think tha-

"Pop."

What the hell. Green bubblegum?

"I'm asking you a question." He tilted his head and I swore I never seen anyone looked as cocky as him. Let me correct myself, he. was. not. decent. He was handsome but, not that graceful or courteous. He was more likely to be the annoying, good-looking shota* in anime. Hmm, maybe not, he didn't look that cute... Sigh, how should I classify him? Maybe he -

"Pop."

I looked up.

"Hellooooooooo~~~" A hand was waved madly in front of my face and that made me jumped. Shoot. This was why I hate myself sometimes. It was so hard for me to maintain a conversation when the person I was talking to is so... unique... - wait, what was he asking again? Think, think, think! Ah yes! Right! My name!

"I'm Ha-"

"Onii-chan!"

Onii-chan?

Quickly I turned my head and saw 2 more boys with similar red mops running towards me. Was he.. Japanese? I knew that onii-chan means older brother. I learned a bit Japanese because I really loved Japanese cartoons. But wait, what? Did I just spoke with a Japanese? Wow... That's rare...

He turned his head and waved back to the boys. Shaping a cone with his hand, he replied "Hai! I'm coming!"

He ran towards his siblings and off he went. After he reached quite a far distance, he shouted something at me in which made my face grew red.

"See you again! Blueberry cheese cake girl!"

Then disappeared just as fast as the way he came.

Everyone was looking at me. I just looked down and smiled shyly to myself.

But then I felt a usual sense of confidence rose up from my feet to my head. This.. Unexplainable, sudden feeling felt so natural. I loved it. This unknown, weird feeling that I wouldn't say was uninvited, had already been so.. Close... to me. I loved it. I loved it so much and I enjoyed doing this...

"Blueberry cheese cake huh? Quite a far guess from my real name."

I felt weird and funny then I laughed loudly to myself. Hahaha. I knew people started to stare but I didn't want to make any effort to show that I cared. I loved this. I sat down on the stone bench and looked up.

"Finally this act is over," I groaned, spoke softly to myself, "My my, what an unexpected turnabout ending."

I let my gaze fixed at the amber-colored curtains that was about to draw close. The show is over for today.

"Hey Hanny. Were you that disappointed that you forgot to smile to a stranger?" I chided to myself. Oh my. Now I am confused which is my thought and which is my line.

"Maybe he's an angel God sent to remind me to keep smiling like what I used to do."

This one is a line... And...

Yes. Smiling because I love making fun of others.

This one is my thought.

Hahaha.

I ambled back to the old, crowded station. Blending with the hustle and bustle of the busy crowds.

I was sulking because of my cousins. Their mother invited me over to make a blueberry cheese cake together but they ignored me the whole day after my aunt left. When I went back they didn't even offer me to try the cake or to bring home any slices.

I folded my stained apron in front of the house blocks with face already garnished with the blueberry jam. No more smile, but frowns. So I decided to walk around the old station to cheer me up.

I thought the idea was already quite interesting, but somehow the result didn't leave me satisfied yet. No, I wanted more.

So I continued the story.

I searched for flowers, from store to store, stalls, and so on. Asking people,

"What is the flower that symbolises love and forgiveness?" "Today is not a really pleasant day for me, my cousins . . . . . ."

But all answers they gave was standard. 5 of them told me the same thing, "poor you". 3 of them are more business-minded, "how much do you want?". Part of me proud that I am convincing. But another part was disappointed. Nothing new.

Oh shoot, it was already 4 O'clock and I have not eaten anything for lunch. So I bought a freshly baked blueberry cheese cake for myself before going home, and sat on the stage in front of the train station.

Last scene. Fingers crossed. I hoped for the best.

But still no one paid real attention.

That is my scenario for this boring Saturday. The sun was almost set and curtains were about to close soon!

I held my 'I hate today' face for too long and that poor foreign freak, unfortunately had to chance upon an 'annoyed Hani-chan'. A different story would be told if he met me earlier.

But then he still talked to me.

I waited for the MRT and let my thoughts continue to run. Even though bad things happened to me in the morning, I met someone who changed my mood before went back! Because of him at least today was quite enjoyable. I met a Japanese foreigner with a vivid red hair.

Yea yea, it is time to stop.

I really enjoyed today, so it is time to go home.

Haha. Enough me.

To be continued.

So. . .

What was his name just now?

Marui Bunta?

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And who am I again?

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Blueberry cheese cake?

*shota = short, cute boy like Haninozuka (Hani senpai) from ouran host club x)

Tadaaa! This is my first fic... Quite short XD

The story takes place in Singapore! So Bunta is a foreigner here nyahaha.

SO WEIIIIIIIRDDDDDDDD but i dun care :3

Hahaha... Pls Review!