Disclaimer: Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side series are properties of Konami.
I started writing this fan-made fictional story During May of 2013, but I wrote it in a notebook as temporary base. At that time my laptop was on the brink of breaking down, since my sister couldn't use the home PC and tired to use my laptop instead. And without my knowledge she download many things that infected my laptop's memory in the worst way ever. Now that I finally managed to fix it back to normal, I can finally type my story to life. I based this story at the start of the TMGS3, where the main Protagonist from TMGS1 comes back home after finishing university abroad. Hope you will enjoy reading this story.
Natnarf
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~Intro~
~Scene 1~
"Oh, so that's it! Mm, I got it."
"Any other problems?"
"No, I think that's it. Thanks again, Reiichi."
"You're welcome." He puts down his pen. "How are things over there?"
"Going quite smoothly, actually. Just a few more weeks and I'm done!"
"You sound quite happy." He smirked.
"Of course I am! I'm gonna finally get out of this hot desert and leave my irritating classmates of mine. I had enough of judgmental people questioning over my race you know."
"You still managed anyway, right?"
"But of course, and it's thanks to the support that I get from myself and my family."
"Remember not to put any spaces after the family." Trying to sound sarcastic.
"Oh Reiichi, of course you are part of the family too, you know." she giggles.
"Family huh? Haven't heard that."
"Yeah right." Then looks at the clock. "Wow, look at the time. It's still 5am."
"What do you mean 'still'? It's 6am over here if you have forgotten."
"Huh? Oops! Forgot about the time differences again. Haha. So, are you still at home?"
"I'm here in the teachers' office." flipping some papers on the desk.
"So early? Well, you are the school's famous android. Hard to keep up with the school's famous legendary legend 'slash' reputation."
"Ahem...Whatever is fine. That's all." feeling irritated.
"Haha...sorry, sorry. So, are you correcting exams or something? Can't remember the routine anymore."
"I'm just looking through all of the names of the new coming first-year-students' list."
"Already? School year doesn't even start till few weeks later wor~"
"I prepare as early as half a year, to check whether they are capable in competing for the sports festival."
"Oh, I forgot. You don't like to lose, don't you?" says teasingly.
"It's not that I don't like to lose, I just don't accept a 'no-win'. It has to be-"
"To be 'Perfect'. That's all." she tries to mimic him.
"Hmph. Think you really know me well, don't you?" smiling to himself.
"Whatever is fine. That's all...hehehe." she turns in her chair to look at a picture frame. "I can't wait to go home." she touches the right side of the frame.
"..." he stops flipping the papers.
"...Well, I'd better hang up. Can't let the cyborg get caught sweet talking to a human woman."
"...Mira." he spoke just as she was about to hang up. "...I...I missed you."
"...I missed you, too, Reiichi. I'll call you again once I get settled back there, alright?"
"That would be much appreciated." he smiles.
"Okay. Don't be a stranger now." and presses the 'end call' button.
He puts away his cellphone into his inner jacket breast pocket and picks up the name list sheet, but puts it back down and slumps back in his chair. He turns to his side drawers just within arms reach. Opens the first drawer and pulls out his black organizer, opens the front cover, sliding his finger down to the third pocket sleeve on the cover and pulls out a wallet sized picture. The picture had a teenage girl who was smiling, holding a loaf of bread in one hand and a gold medal on the other. The corner of his lips start to curl up, softly, feeling his heart warming up with every second, looking at the smile on the picture.
"Don't let me wait any longer. I want to see your smile again."
"SLAM!" the door suddenly slides open, loudly.
The warm moment that was there vanished in just a flash.
"Good morning! Is anyone here yet?" a voice shouted from the door.
"Don't you know how to knock before entering a room?" he says as he slides the picture back into the pocket and puts the organizer back into the drawer, swiftly and elegantly.
"S-o-r-r-y! I just wanted to make sure if anyone was here or not since it is early in the morning." the voice gradually walked over to Reiichi's desk, smiling very cheerfully.
"Osako-sensei. You know fully well that I'm always here first ever since the start of the month of your work." Talking without facing to Osako. Then turns around to face him while adjusting his glasses with his two fingers. "And must we always start the morning with the same conversation every time?"
"Why not? It's a great way to start the morning and the bonding of teachers' friendships! And I must say, it's quite amusing and extraordinary." smiling to cool down the intense atmosphere that surrounds Reiichi.
"Well, I do not find it amusing. Rather, I find it a waste of saliva." Reiichi turns back to face his desk and starts fiddling with the papers. "Now if you'll excuse me."
"Oh well. If you don't start relaxing though, you won't be able to settle down. At least for your age, Himuro-sensei." and he marches off towards his desk, whistling.
"You have no idea, Osako-sensei." Reiichi murmurs to himself while the tips of his lips start to curl.
~Scene 2~
Along the shores of the West Beach shack, the sounds of a running motorcycle can be heard from across the highway road. Slowly stopping to the front of the old run-down shack that was out of business and abandoned because the owner couldn't pay his bills. The boy in the back seat of the motorcycle got off the bike with a grocery bag in one hand. The other boy in the driver's seat supports the bike with his legs as he moves his foot to put down the side brakes at the back wheel.
"Oi, Ruka. Go put the stuff into the fridge. Gonna call Dad for a sec." the boy on the bike said.
"Alright! I'll also start making pancakes, Kou!" Ruka said while dashing.
"Don't cook too much! Oi! Did ya hear me!" Kou shouted. "Heh, idiot."
He takes out his cellphone and starts punching the buttons when a call comes in.
"Unknown number? Maybe he's lost his phone again." presses the call button. "Hey Old man, I was just about to-"
"Hey Kou! How ya doin'?" an unknown female voice speaks cheerfully.
"...Huh? Who is this? Are ya one of Ruka's fans? Please call through his phone-"
"What fan's are you talking about? Don't you recognize my voice, Kou?"
"No, and how do you know my name and number?"
"Aya!" the voice exclaimed. "It's me! Don't you remember your own Tita?"
"...Tee-tah?...Tee-tah...AH! TITA! You mean-"
"That's right! Your one and only Tita! Say, what about Ruka's fans? You mean you don't have any fans of your own?"
"Baka! Like I'd want any stalkers calling on my phone day and night. How'd you get my number?"
"Called your mum. I only had Ruka's old one. Didn't know who else to call except for her."
"Ah, 'k. Hold on a 'sec." he moves the phone to the other ear. "Why'd ya call?"
"I'm gonna go back over there after my graduation. I can't wait to see you guys."
"Really? Not bad." he hears the sounds of engines or motors in the background. "I hear a motor."
"Huh? Oh, It's the bike that I'm working on. Just making a few adjustments to my 'Build-off'' bike."
"'Build-off'? Neva heard that name before."
"Built it out of scraps. I was trying to imitate the bike from the show called 'American Chopper'. It's a bike that has a wheel at the back, and the front has two tracks instead of wheels, like the ones used on tanks. It sounds big, but the size is like of a bike. I'll bring back pictures if you'd like. I can't bring this one back with me since it was an order from a client."
"Too bad. I'd like to try and ride it though, would've been awesome to ride on one of your handicrafts."
"I actually have another bike over there in my house garage, just needs some final parts and it's ready to run."
"The same model?"
"Nope, even better. It's the 'U.S. Biker Law'. Heard of that one yet?"
"Ooh ya. I like that one more." a smile spreads across his face. "You really like bikes, huh?"
"Of course! I maybe a pretty face, but I love the sounds and the feel of a running engine on a bike when I get to ride one, especially when the bike is made by your own from scratch."
"You've gotta teach me sometime, Tita."
"Sure, once you're older though."
"Aw, c'mon! Don't be stingy! I-"
"KOU! PANCAKES ARE READY!" Ruka comes out shouting. "Still talking to Dad?"
"Hold on a 'sec." he hands his phone to Ruka. "Nope, not Dad."
"Oh? Ah!" Ruka puts the phone to his ear. "Hey mum! Ruka Here!"
"Huh?! Not you too, Ruka!"
"Eh! You're not mum! Who are you?" his eyes shifts to Kou.
"It's Tita." Kou says.
"Tee-Tah...Ah! Mum's cousin, right? Is that really you, Tita?!" says excitingly.
"Yup, the one and only! How are ya?"
"I'm great! We're just about to eat. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Hey, I'm moving back there after my graduation, can't wait to see you both."
"Oh my gosh, Tita! Please come back now! We've missed you so much. Kou cried really hard when you left."
"Baka! Who's the one crying and hugging over her screwdriver like it was her coffin?!" Kou hits Ruka on the head.
"Ah-ow ow ow...that hurt, Kou!" he massages his head.
"Hahaha, still the same as usual, huh? Don't worry, Tita will go back there soon and stay for good."
"Really? Yeah!" Ruka jumps in celebration and finally clings onto Kou, but Kou pushes him off and falls to the ground.
"Hey, don't jump onto me!" Kou shouted.
"Can't help myself!"
"Hahaha. How cute. By the way, are you guys starting school yet?"
"Yep, next week's the welcome ceremony." Ruka said.
"Wow. Got everything you need?"
"Except for our lunch allowances, we pretty much have most of the what we need." Kou said onto the phone.
"We really missed you, Tita! Got over here as soon as you can!" Ruka shouted onto the phone.
"Hahaha, lively as always. Don't worry, I'll find you guys once I get there. I'll even swim across the ocean to get to you."
"Impossible." Kou and Ruka said in unison.
All three of them laughed.
"Well, gotta finish this bike before 6 o'clock today. Been paid a very heavy amount for this one."
"Oo, is it a bike? What type is it?" Ruka asked.
"It's from the 'American Chaopper' show, the 'Build-off' bike. Heard of it?"
"Hell ya I've heard of it! It's the one that can shoot flames, right?"
"Yup!"
"That's freaking awesome! Wish you could build us one like that too."
"Maybe when you guys have a girlfriend then I might donate one each to you."
"Really? Cool! I'll try to swoon a girl soon!" silently celebrating to himself by stomping his feet on the spot.
"Alright, gotta go now. Make sure you both don't cause any ruckus over there. Don't be a stranger now." and she hangs up.
"Oh my gosh! Can't believe Tita's coming back for good! Maybe we can get her to improve our bike."
"Baka! We have to ask her to teach us about bikes instead, so we can fix it ourselves."
"Or ask for some advise. Ouch!" Ruka touches the part of his head where Kou hit earlier.
"C'mon. Your pancakes are getting cold." Kou takes back his phone from Ruka and walks into the shack.
"Ruka gazes at the ocean, imagining the face of his Tita. "You're finally done, huh?" said with a smile.
"RUKA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE GROCERIES!?" Kou shouts and comes out of shack running with a frying pan in hand. "YOU JUST DROPPED THE BAG ON THE FLOOR! ALL THE EGGS HAVE CRACKED, IDIOT!"
Ruka starts running on the sand, with Kou not far behind holding the frying pan high up into the air.
"COME BACK HERE!"
~Scene 3~
"Ok! Next pose, please?" the cameraman shouted.
"...Yes." the model shifts to another lazy, effortless (but still gorgeous) pose. The camera shutters off with several shots in few seconds.
"Ok! That's great! Let's take a 30minute break! And please do not take a nap again, Mr. Hazuki Kei." the cameraman said.
"...ok." Hazuki says, tiredly and yawns. "...sighs." and sits down onto a chair which was used as a prop.
"Still feeling tired, huh?" an older person stood over Hazuki handing a bottled water. "Or you're just bored?"
"...Thanks, Shikita." twists the cap open and gulping down as much as he can in one shot.
"I can't believe you'restill like this even after so many years. You're not in college anymore, yet you're still tired. Pulling an all-nighter?"
"Nah. It became a habit I guess." he hands back the bottle to Shikita.
"Oh well." shikita pulls up a chair nearby and sits facing him cross-legged. "Still not motivated enough? You've been in this industry for a while now. You can't take this job lightly you know."
"..." he stares at Shikita, expressionless.
"Not many people can get this modeling job just by luck or chance, you know. You gotta take this job seriously. If it weren't for your good looks, the Chief would've fired you long time ago."
"..."
"You should be really motivated...like at that time with that shoot!" Shikita puts a fist and slams it into his other hand.
"...That shoot?" Hazuki raises his eyebrow.
"That shoot where you had to embrace the 'Golden Angel'. Even though you had the same expression like you always did, but the way you were behaving at that time was really a first."
"You mean 'her'?"
"You know, the girl from the Alucard Cafe? I believe you said she was your high school classmate. She's really a natural beauty on her own." smiling from ear to ear.
Hazuki remembers that day as clear as the sky. It was the day when the assigned model said that she couldn't make it, instead of the usual missing Hazuki. They had to submit the pictures of that shoot before the end of the day, which was the deadline. They had to find a quick replacement or they would have to stay up overnight to finish it. Luckily, a girl who was working part time at the Alucard Cafe had came by to deliver their usual orders. It was then that Shikita had asked for her to step-in and model as the 'Golden Angel'. Hazuki never forgot how astonishing she looked when the make-up crew had finished her make over, it was then that Hazuki thought that he truly saw a 'Real Angel'. The sight of that unforgettable image made him smile, feeling all warm inside his heart.
"CHICK!" a sudden flash came.
"Ah." Hazuki was surprised.
"Just like that." Shikita was holding a camera.
"...Don't do that." he turns his face away form Shikita.
"That's the face." Shikita gives back the camera to a staff member who was standing next to him. Then he faces back to Hazuki. "Wherever she is right now, I'd like to get her back just to make you smile at ease like that for every one of our shoots." he was beaming to the point where you can compare him to the blazing sun, if not, the hot spotlights.
"...Shut up." Hazuki stands and walks over to a staff member to ask for a towel.
Shikita stands up and walks over to the computer where the pictures that were taken are checked and edited. He looks at the screen to see the many small squares on the screen, and scans through from behind the person in charge of the computer.
"Excuse me, where is the picture that I shot just now?" Shikita asks the person in the chair.
"It's right here ma'am, printed out already." another staff member said from behind him and hands him a large size photograph. "The Chief saw it and asked it to be printed out large. She wants it to be in the coming magazine's issue where Hazuki Kei's interview will be in."
"Hmm...I don't think it's the right time yet." Shikita says hesitantly.
"And why not?"
A woman says from behind. She was wearing a matching suit with a tight skirt, wore heels that made a strong noises that also emphases her position in the field, and her long straight hair hanging behind her, matching her front bangs that look like a crown.
"Ah, Chief." Shikita says.
"It's the only picture where he is smiling like that, right? It would get him more fans with this captivating smile. I'd like to have more of his pictures taken with him smiling though." the Chief says as she props one arm on the other and her hand propping her chin.
"You have to find the real motivation behind that smile of his if you want more of it taken onto the picture. I only got this shot by chance when he was spacing out just now." Shikita hands the picture to the Chief.
"Hmm...tell me right away what it is when you figure it out." she turns around sharply and walks away with the sounds from her heels clicking away. "Where's my coffee?!" she shouted.
Hazuki walks along the pavement, with the road on his left side. It was ten o'clock later that evening. Not many cars were passing by at that time. Mostly sounds of the insects filled the empty silent atmosphere. Pavement lights shone like spotlights as he passes under them one by one.
He looks up at the full moon. He pictures the face of the girl from that time, smiling with her arms wide open.
"The Golden Angel, huh?" he murmurs as he walks along smiling to himself. He finally arrives at his home front gate. He was about to put his hand into one of the pockets when he looks up to see a cat sitting on the hedge of the wall next to the gate. The cat jumps down and walks its way around his legs.
"You're here to pick me up, huh?" he picks up the cat and cradles it like a baby.
"Meow!~"
"I'll give you some milk." he says while stroking its head.
As he was about to dig into his pockets again, he hears a car from behind him slowing down and stopped. He turns around and sees a taxi that stopped in front of the house just next to his. It was a rather large house, bigger than his. From what he learned from his neighbors, there was no one living there, but the owner asked it to be built. The whole house's structure and the inner designs and layouts were all created by the owner himself, and the money that was paid to the builders was in a large ridiculous amount. Maybe that person was inside the taxi. He stood there waiting for the passenger to come out. Alas the door of the back seat opens. He watches the person come our of the taxi, who turns around to close the door. The driver came out and goes to the back and opens the trunk. The person stood there and looks up at the house.
It was a woman. He looks at her flat shoes: dark colored, simple, yet it has a professional feeling to it. He looks at her attire: a summer seasoned no sleeved trench coat, black, sleek, and it was just above the knee. He recognizes it as it had been featured on the last magazine that his did. It can be wore on its own or with a pair of leggings. The person wasn't tall, but she wore the trench coat on its own, making her figure appear taller than she actually is. He looks at her head: she wore a pair of black sunglasses that covered half of her face, and he hair was tied up with a traditional Japanese accessory, which was a stick that had a small gold bean hanging at the end of it.
The driver takes out the last luggage and closes the trunk.
"There you go, miss. Have a good night." he takes his hat off and bows.
"Ah, wait!" she stops him. She takes something from her pocket and puts it in his hand. "Use this to buy your taxi a new pair of headlights."
"Eh? How did you know about my headlights?" the driver's eyes were wide opened.
"I didn't mean to be nosy. I saw on the indicator while you were driving. One of them tends to turn itself off every once in a while. And since I also saw some of your medications in your side compartment drawers, I assume you don't have any left to spare on maintaining your car. Please take this. I'm sure it'll be more than enough."
The driver looks in his hand and was flabbergasted. "But Miss! This is way too much!"
"Please, I insist! As payment for also carrying my heavy luggage out of the trunk." she takes off her sunglasses and smiles.
"Thank you very much, miss." he bows deeply and opens the driver's seat of his taxi. "May the Gods bless you with many kindness and blessings." and goes inside the taxi.
She waves goodbye to the driver and watches it go until it was too far to see the back lights. She turns to face the house again and looks up. She takes out the hair stick in her hair and lets it fall down on its own. The wind then starts to blow and her hair dances swiftly and gracefully with the sounds of the rustling leaves on the nearby trees. The wind slowly dies and her hair gradually falls back onto her shoulders, looking like it hadn't even been blown since it was so tidy.
"I'm finally home." she said. She puts her hair behind her ear.
Hazuki's jaw finally dropped opened and stares at her even more. Not knowing of what he was doing, he slowly walks over to where she was standing. She soon notices a figure coming over towards her and smiles to him. He stops with only a few feet apart from each other.
"Hello." She says.
"...um...do you...live here?" he asks with his heads tilting to the large house.
"Yup. I had ordered this house to be built here a few years ago, but I was still studying abroad in a university. Now I can finally live here permanently." she then looks at the cat in his arms. "I can see you're still a cat lover, huh?" she strokes the head of the cat, which it enjoys it.
"Huh?..." he looks at her and the cat back and forth. "How do you know-"
"It seems that you have already forgotten me, too." she takes out a small case from her front breast pocket and takes out a small white card. She puts back the case in her pocket and hands the card to him.
"I hope the cats didn't scratch out of your memory entirely, Kei-kun."
Hazuki gently puts down the cat. Then he looks at the front of the card, which had 'Motorbike Mechanic Specialist' written on it. He turns it over and looks at the name. His eyes suddenly went wider and shone brightly, and finally looks up at her.
"It's you...Mira...Kiel Mira."
Key pointers
- Tita = Auntie in Tagalog