Accident # 1: Methinks Valentine's Day Doth Sucketh
"Have you ever wondered, Ena~nii, why you're not getting any screen time and why you've been stuck in the tabloid writers' department for five years?"
Looking up from the breakfast I was currently making, I narrowed my eyes at the white-haired boy smirking at me, hands neatly tucked under his chin and all.
"Have you ever considered, Ena~nii, getting-"
"Plastic surgery, I know, " I interrupted for like, the th day in my whole lifetime ever since this brat became a part of the Shimabukuro family. Imitating the way his hands are neatly tucked under his chin, I continued the way he used to. "TV reporters are supposed to be pretty, Ena~nii. How can viewers, especially boys like me, pay attention when on a scale of 0-10, you're a negative zero? Oh, and by the way, the number zero is neither negative nor positive."
I pouted dramatically in full effect, muffling my voice a bit.
"Too bad, Onii-chan. Even Math thinks you're a hopeless case!"
As I expected, the little brat laughed at my on-point imitation of him and his constant teasing about my appearance.
And as I expected, there I go, laughing along with this spoiled little stepbrother of mine, like we always do whenever we're together.
Which is, honestly, almost all the time.
My mother fell in love with a Zoldyck, you see-a divorced Zoldyck at that one, single-handedly raising a baby named Killua and a little kid named Illumi. My mother, who was just fresh from nursing school, left all her hopes and dreams for my stepfather.
Now, you may think I'm angry or resentful like in those normal stepchild~step-parent kinda scenarios but I swear, even if Killua's hair all turns to black: I'm not. Although Killua and I were never informed of his name or seen any photographs of him before the plane accident that killed both our parents, our big brother, Illumi, raised us to be grateful. Looking back at Illumi Onii-sama's values, attitude...and that now, he still remains a quiet yet hardworking university professor sent to teach in one of London's finest universities...I just understood. Our parents loved us, cared for us.
Even the plane accident, or the emotional aftermath it caused years ago, can't contradict that.
When Illumi left for London, I readily took on the responsibility of raising Killua. My whole personality might be the opposite of my older stepbrother, but I took care of Killua the way he did when it was me. Fast-forward to today, Killua seems to be following the footsteps of our genius Onii-sama. I was informed yesterday by Killua's homeroom adviser that Killua will be graduating next month as his class' salutatorian, and in addition, Killua also bagged the "Best In Math" and "Best In Science" awards. I was hoping to hear "Best In English" award next, but it's no surprise Killua wasn't chosen for anything speaking, writing, sports or any social-interaction-related. Other than smirking at bullies and coolly shooing fangirls away so he could sleep, I can't really remember another time when Killua decided to express anything aloud or interact with anyone.
It's like having a mini-Illumi around, I mused to myself, trying not to laugh as I kept frying a sunny-side-up egg on the pan. Only cuter!
But Killua Zoldyck here is a good kid. That, I know. Even his teacher mentioned that too. I'm usually not the type of person to brag, but when it comes to my family, I'm a proud sister. I can't help but feel moved that even if we're only a family of three right now, minus one since Illumi Onii-sama's busy as heck and only sees us via Skype video calls and during holidays , we're managing just fine. I'm managing being Killua's guardian just fine. I didn't even know this responsible side of me existed and yet, Killua's off to high school next year with a high chance for scholarship!
My dreamy, optimistic self started to kick in again.
Which would mean, ano~ne, let's see: LESS EXPENSES! More chances of saving up to finally buy our own house! After all, I'd get promoted tomorrow and then...who knows where it could go from there? I could feel a bright, BRIGHT future-
"Oi, baka onii-chan! What the HELL are you doing? Snap outta it!"
Apparently, I was still cooking while daydreaming.
"Are you trying to burn the WHOLE apartment down, Nii-chan?" Killua, who was now standing up from his seat, quickly walked over to turn off our portable stove.
"Ah...gomen,gomen, MilluKillu! I didn't notice the flames were already too mu-"
"What...the HELL is THAT?" Killua suddenly asked in a higher tone, as if he was utterly taken aback by something.
"What the hell is WHAT?" I asked back.
"THAT!" He pointed to my left hand in horror as if I was holding a decapitated man's head instead of a burnt frying pan.
"Oh, what, this?" I looked down at the frying pan I was holding then back to Killua who was turning shades of disgusted blue. I looked down at what I was frying again.
Hey, it looks alright to me! It might be a little burnt and the ingredients I added might not be visible now, but I bet the taste would surely be-
"A LITTLE burnt?" It wasn't until Killua echoed my words with disbelief did I realize I was talking aloud. "I can't even see A SINGLE THING resembling FOOD in there,
it was like the food became one with the frying pan!"
"Ey, you mini Illu...MilluKillu, that's mean! I was just trying to make you a celebratory breakfast," I countered, a vein popping out of my head.
"By feeding me POISON?" Killua answered, expression more horrified than before.
"POISON?" I gasped, insulted.
"You've been told to NOT cook AGAIN, Onii-chan...SO MANY TIMES!" Killua scolded loudly while squinting at my frying pan.
"Hey, you, stop making up things: no one told me to not do anything at all! Besides, stop being such a picky eater, kiddo. A lot of children are starving in Africa and then here you are, being a bratty, choosy-"
Killua put his on his head, frustrated. "I am NOT being a picky eater: I just so happen to CARE about my life! I don't want to die young, idiot."
More veins popped up on my forehead. "Why you smart arseh-"
"Give me the pan."
"Huh?" I raised my eyebrows, being stopped mid-rant.
"I said, give me the pan, Onii-chan. I'll cook...for us...o-okay."
Killua's adorable sighing made me comply to what he was saying immediately. Aw, come on, I mean...look at that little pout and embarassed blush on his face. How can you resist that...that rare display of vulnerability?
His fangirls at school would totally kill for this, I thought amusedly as I handed him over the frying pan.
"A-ah, w-wait a minute!" Killua suddenly shouted in a panicked voice before I was just about to hand the pan.
"What now," I replied flatly, raising one eyebrow.
"U-um," Killua tried putting on a poker face, although it made my insides ache from holding back laughter, since he was obviously failing to do so.
"C-can you, uh, scrub it REAL clean first?"
I tried not to laugh at how he unintentionally emphasized the word, 'real'.
Killua's glare, though, told me I wasn't able to do it right.
~X~O~X~O~
"Goshdarnit, Illu Onii-sama," I muttered silently, controlling the urge to NOT click on the "End Video Call" button on my phone.
"Yes, I know. Thank you very much, Erena," I heard Illumi's usual flat voice respond through my earphones.
Oh, of course he would hear even a tiny whisper. Where would the mini Illumi get his sneakiness from, anyway?
Facepalm.
"Onii-sama, was that sarcasm I just heard right now? Well then, FYI, it's not funny. My wonderful cooking skills had just been bashed to pieces this morning by someone who's like, years younger than think that I cooked breakfast especially for him! Gah."
My older brother's expressionless face stared back at me through the screen, staring at me intently like he always does.
"Erena, the purpose of breakfast is to fill someone's energy for the day ahead, not to make someone lose appetite for three days straight."
"Hey, that's downright OFFENSIVE!"
Some heads in the bus turned to my direction at the sound of my agitated voice. Or was it because of my useless argument? Either way, I felt myself flush and I knew I must "look like someone that applied a lipstick gone wrong", according to one of the biatches in the News Writing Department I've been stuck in ever since.
Ugh, that biatch. And ugh, just my luck that I've also been stuck with her and her posse of haughty, stiletto-obsessed friends who's acting up and mighty in not to mention was the WORST department for the past years.
Hiding myself more in my seat, I managed to lower my voice. "I mean...Onii-sama, that's so not fair. Not allowing me to touch any kitchen utensil from now on...you know I love cooking!"
"Cooking doesn't love you back, Erena. And it's not cooking you love. It's experimenting."
"Gya!" I whisper-shouted, my facial features twisting in irritation. "Now you're starting to sound like MilluKillu. Like big brother, like little brother! I swear on my life, what I cooked this morning was E-D-I-B-L-E."
Whether Illu Onii-sama was exasperated with the whole "Get-Erena-Away-From-The-Kitchen-At-All-Costs" matter, I can't really tell. I can see, however, an incoming sigh.
Illumi sighed. His face remained the same, however, which never fails to make me question myself whether it's all a facade or he's really becoming more emotionless as he gets older.
"Then the bus you're currently in would have killed you by now. Killua sent me photos of your so-called dish this morning before he went to the graduation practice. It didn't surprise me that I had to re-start my phone then delete all of it in just a matter of seconds."
"Goshdarn it, Nii-sama, why do you believe MilluKillu who's a total master of deceptive EDITING?" Frowning hard, I went on with my small rant. "And why do I feel like I'm always being treated as the youngest one? I'm an adult now who's responsibly raising my little brat of a brother ever since I was in high school, who's staying strong in a relationship for three years now...not to mention that my boss on the job considers me as her favorite and is always looking out for ways to promote me!"
I smiled then, replaying everything I said in my mind over again.
Taking care of MilluKillu, being able to get the other department's ladies' man in a serious commitment with me, Ms. Krueger helping me out whenever she could...I'm doing this adult-thingy right...RIGHT?
I saw my older brother comb through his jet-black locks as he replied, "No, you're not. You're doing the child-thingy right, though."
Gya! Was I speaking my thoughts aloud again?
Double facepalms.
"Didn't you notice a similar pattern with the things you said just now, Erena? Your definition of being a contented, mature individual ALWAYS seem to include other people in it. While I did not raise you to shun people, I also did not teach you about putting your happiness entirely in other people's hands. That, Erena, is still a trait belonging to a child's."
I slumped back on my seat, clueless on how to make sense of what Nii-sama just said, or what to even respond to that. For starters, I can't believe I forgot Illumi Onii-sama's random indepth wisdom during discussions, especially when it comes to people he cares about. Second, his words, mix that with his serious, matter-of-factly voice, hit me like a bullet train.
Well, whatever. Ouch, brother.
"That was deep, goshdarnit, " I found myself muttering again. "Too deep, I can't even see Adele rolling in it anymore."
"You seem particularly sensitive today," Illumi commented, ignoring my weak attempts at humor. "I think I struck a delicate spot. You're planning to celebrate today's occasion with him again, aren't you."
It took me a few blinks to realize that it wasn't even meant to be a question.
Gyanya! He knows...Illumi Onii-sama knows...he ACTUALLY KNOWS I've been going behind his back and still continuing the relationship he didn't approve of. But how
did he...?
"...being able to get the the other department's ladies' man in a serious commitment with me..."
Triple facepalms. Gosh...gosh...GOSHDARNIT, and I just had to let my tongue do its magic when Onii-sama didn't approve of my current boyfriend.
Great going, Erena. Now here comes the speech...
"He will ask you to go to the Restaurant De Yorshkin for your date tonight."
I found myself staring open-mouthed at him in surprise. Say what? How did he know something like THAT when he's like, miles and miles away?
"I know you heard me just fine, Erena. He will suggest Restaurant De Yorkshin's restaurant for a dinner date. I'm allowing you to go this time since you'll understand
everything from there. I'll be off."
Click.
Why did that just sound like some cliche prophecy, brother?
I continued staring at my screen like an idiot with my mouth agape. Somewhere at the back of my mind, thoughts of "creepy stalker with sister complex" and "Illumi
Zoldyck" just...won't...LEAVE ME.
I don't know how long I kept on staring at my brother's Skype profile like it's a new specimen until I hear vague voices saying, "Hey, miss. Miss! You. Yes, you, with the green earphones on! It's the last stop. Aren't you getting off?"
Half of myself snapped back to attention instantly.
"W-what?"
"It's the bus' last stop already, Miss. Assuming from what you're wearing, you have work, right?"
The establishment where my work is located is usually two bus stops away from the final stop. I was just told I am now at the last stop so...
"Gya!" I exclaimed, the other half of myself snapping back to attention as well. "Blasted!" I hurriedly removed my earphones and picked up my bag that fell off from my lap during the bus ride.
The four teenagers talking to me, who I assume were in high school because of their uniforms and cutesy accessories and bags, giggled in response, as if giddy.
Honestly, I don't know what's so funny with a journalist who's running late for an appointment that might be her huge shot at promotion.
"Aw, come awn," one of the girls said to the others beside her. "I can't blame her for spacing out to Vee-nus and back. Look at how kewl this hunkie she's talkin' to!"
Hunkie I'm talking to? Don't tell me they're gushing over Illumi Nii-sama?
Nothing new to me, of course, since he's wildly popular with the opposite gender as far as I can remember. Despite his lack of interest in them like Killua, he constantly gets hoarded by confessing girls almost everywhere...which is a funny, FUNNY thing if you ask me. And yes, if you DO ask me, I think Illumi Onii-sama looks a lot like Sadako from "The Ring" movies with the same bizarre attitude at random times. I do hope you, whoever you are who is reading my thoughts right now, is not an emotional fan of my brother as well because I really don't see what's so "drop-gorgeous" with Nii-sama.
Before I even had time to close the Skype application and stuff the phone into my bag , the four students were already cooing around my phone and fanning themselves with their fingers so daintily I almost puked.
Jesus H. Christ, what now?
"Dayummm,gurlz. He's hawt with a capital H and fits to the T!"
"Don't cha wish this grool guy our school's Prom King instead of Subata?"
"I so want him to be my boyfie!"
"Duh, le me gets dibs on this BAE first!"
"But he's s'possed to sail the luxury cruise ship with me!"
Whoa, what? Are they even speaking in English?
"Miss, miss, is that your boyfriend?" one of the girls grinned all-too widely at me, I had a hard time returning any kind of smile back.
"E-eh? Uh, no, never! Ahahaha, he's only my-"
"Grool, then," another girl seemed to cheer as she clasped both of her hands above her heart. "Ne~! Could you give us that guy's full name, contact number and Skype username? You seem to be really close...we want to get close to such a hawttie too!"
"Yeah to the hundredth power, especially now that it's V-Day!"
"I would really love to, you see, but I'm kind of late for an appoint-"
"No need to feel so embarassed, Miss. This would only take a few minutes!'
"I'm not embarrassed, I just don't have-"
"Aw, of course! She doesn't have anything to write on with the information about Mr. Hawttie...our group's notepad and pen, Kinichi~chan?"
Jesus The Holy Ghost CHRIST, are they blind or what? Can't they see that I'm in a hurry and too desperate to escape their obsessive clutches?
"Ano ne~! Can you include his birthday too?"
"Owiiee...I want to know his fave color too!"
"Miss, do you know how many girlfies he's had in the past? Can you inclu-"
"ARE YOU GETTING OUT OF MY BUS OR GETTING OUT OF MY BUS?"
A lot of people, especially students, like to believe they've been "saved by the bell" whenever they're luckily spared out of something. This afternoon, however, I started to think that maybe, not only bells can save you.
Because sometimes, it could be an elderly, grumpy bus driver, shouting,
"If you're going to make me miss my 45-minute lunch for 20 minutes, at least pay for my stomach ulcer medications, INCONSIDERATE TWATS!"
~X~O~X~O~
"The representatives from the other company aren't here yet, huh, " News Writing Department's leader, Ms. Biscuit Krueger, thought aloud in her chirpy voice. Her wide, doll-like eyes scanned the surroundings before she childishly blew a raspberry.
I looked at the empty seats in front of us and tried not to sigh. After finishing the usual paperworks for the day, we've been sitting here in the department's small conference room ever since 6:30 pm. Sure, waiting for hours to complete a news article and staying beyond the appropriate hours are nothing new in a journalist's day, and I'm used to it. What I'm not and will never be used to is back ache. Massive back ache from the sitting and waiting.
"Maybe a break or two first, Boss, " I heard Leorio Paradinight tap his fingers lightly on the table to a random rhythm. "I don't know about you gals, but I'm kind of feeling like a zombie now from staring and doing nothing for the past hour." He then pushed up his eyeglasses. "And I don't really appreciate spending my Valentines' Night with no-show coworkers."
Leorio looked at me and Ms. Biscuit with a grimace. "Please, oh please tell me, you gals think the same."
"And here I was thinking you both wanted to step away from writing for the trashy tabloid sections," Ms. Biscuit replied, flipping back her wavy blonde(almost gold, if you ask me) locks. "I might be wrong in that assumption, ne~?"
"That's not what I meant, Boss!" Leorio was quick to defend. "Damn, don't you have a date for this evening, Ma'am Bisky? We know you're pretty popular when it comes to the otakus from other deps because you look like some kawaii doll. Another guy left a love letter sealed with those cheesy stickers on your desk AGAIN, right?"
Oh yeah, I wanted to smirk in agreement if only I wasn't feeling back pain at the moment. Tell us about it, Ma'am Bisky. After all, even if Ma'am Biscuit's our boss, her friendship with Leorio and me is undeniable ever since the past years.
From the start, she already saw our perseverance to become less of an invisible tabloid writer and more of a full-fledged journalist. Ma'am Bisky became like our mother at work, although it might be pretty hard to believe, with how fragile and innocent she looks...as if she's not a day over 30.
Actually, sometimes I wish that, teaching me how to write efficient articles aside, she would also share how she effortlessly attracts the opposite gender's attention.
"Eh, I never noticed and I never cared, " Ma'am Bisky would conclude in a sing-song voice each time I try dropping a hint. She would then frown like a kid who just
realized something, and grab me by the shoulders. "Ne~! Don't tell me you measure your beauty based on boyfriends, Erena~chan?That's a no-no, sweetie!"
Growing up as that boyish girl who was not fat but not thin enough, not ugly but not pretty enough, not small but not tall enough...I don't really think the people around me, my playmates, classmates and colleagues, agree with Boss' "no-no sweetie" belief. Honestly, just hearing my weird name is more than enough to make new people raise an eyebrow the first time.
Not that I'm complaining because I wasn't born as "Yuuki Hasegawa" or "Hana Matsumoto" or something like that. It's a little too late to complain about it now, don't you think?
But in a way, it'd be nice to be someone like Miss Bisky, I mused to myself as I stared absent-mindedly at her and Leorio who were, no doubt, playfully arguing again on whether we should just abandon tonight's meeting or not.
It's not like I want to leave this partnership project wherein for the first time, we'll finally interview someone. Miss Bisky and the others will judge us based on how we'll conduct the group interview...nerve-wracking as it may sound, I'm pretty sure Leorio and I would pass for a promotion.
We practiced what we would ask, how we would approach and imagined how they would respond for so many times now.
And although the only thing we don't know is the individual's name because he's been described to be a pretty private person, I'm not the type to worry about that. We've waited long enough for this opportunity and now...!
I'm getting the positive vibes, the green signal for this in my bones.I feel as if he's a good person.
Not to mention agreeing for an interview on the kind of day wherein he should go out with his girlfriend or spouse or family...yep. I closed my eyes and nodded my head vigorously to myself. Surely a good old man!
"See?" Leorio was now saying. "Erena~chan said 'yes'! She also wants at least a 30-minute break from this crazy claustrophobic waiting."
"H-huh? I said what?
Instead of answering me, Leorio stood up from his chair, putting his hands together as if he was praying. Turning to Miss Bisky, Leorio let out one of his most polite
"Please?"
(Also one of the most rare, BTW. I've known him for years and uh-huh, you guessed right: he only talks like that when asking for a favor. Especially from Miss Bisky here.)
Ms. Bisky made a cute little pout, looked at the both of us, then blew a raspberry again, a habit she has whenever she feels defeated, bored or just tired.
"Fine, Leorio~kun and Erena~chan. If you really need to go outside and recharge your batteries, well then, take your time."
Ms. Bisky examined her nails for a second in silence then looked up again. "But I expect the both of you to come back here as soon as I call, OH-kay? Check your
phones constantly."
She then shooed us away in a child-like manner. "Well then, whatcha waiting for, troublesome twosome? Ta-ta you go!"
Leorio and I sighed in relief as we made our way out the door and towards the building's exit. But we weren't even halfway through the building's glass doors when I heard my phone's message ringtone.
"Damn, already?" Leorio complained beside me, resting one of his hands on the door. "Man, we haven't even stepped a single inch away from the building!"
[Sent On: 2/14/15]
[From: Shaiapouf My Love]
{Ena myyy love,where u at now?Im w8ting here at the RDY's ...so Xcited for our date tonight!See u Table 143. =***))) }
I had the urge to slap myself awake after seeing the teary-eyed emoticon. My boyfriend of three years just sent me a sweet text message with a sweet, sweet emoticon: something he hasn't done ever since we passed one year of our relationship!
Ah, V-Day all the way!
Leorio looked in suspicion, raising his eyebrows at the message. "Wow, that sure is something! Shai The Player's getting all mushy and having proper dates with you
now?"
The idiotic smile on my face caused by my boyfriend's short but sweet text didn't waver as I rolled my eyes at Leorio. "Why are you making it sound like it's the first time we've had a date? FYI, Leo~kun, we've been going out PLENTY of times already."
"With you always the one asking him out and hoarding him about it," Leorio replied, with his eyebrows now raised at me. "You might have been going out PLENTY of
times for all I care, but that still doesn't beat the PLENTIER times he cancelled it with you."
I lightly punched Leorio in the arm. "Gya, you know people from the News Reporting department are busier, right? Not to mention he's the son of a famous local reporter. Shai might have chosen to be one of those producers behind-the-cameras instead, but he's still at the top of his work like his father! Besides...there are still the PLENTIEST of times when Shai My Love said 'I LOVE YOU'." I felt my heart beat faster in remembrance of the past three years.
And tonight could be the most wonderful moment of them all, I giggled to myself.
Leorio scoffed in disgust. "Shai MY LOVE? You call each other with that gay pet name?"
"Goshdarn it, I forgot I was with an old bitter geezer," I smirked. "Just because you don't have a significant someone doesn't mean you could ridicule others who have!"
"I'm not ridiculing you, I'm just correcting you," Leorio explained with his chin up in the air as I walked past the building's glass doors and out into the night.
Leorio followed suit, still talking. "And besides, who told you I don't have a 'significant someone'? She, um, just doesn't know yet!"
When I just stuck my tongue out and started rummaging through my bag, Leorio quickly spoke, "Oi, oi, I'm only looking out for you and your naive ass. I just don't like seeing the plague called tch, LOVE, spreading together fast with stupidity."
Waving a finger, he continued reprimanding me. "Didn't your older brother even tell you about these sorts of stuff? If a girl cancels a date, it means she had to. But if a boy cancels a date, it means he has TWO!"
I sneaked one quick peek at my current appearance using my phone's front camera. A little flip of my dark brown hair here and there, some finger-combing, straightening of my usual work clothes...YOSHI~! I looked ready to go now. Unlike other women, I don't worry about make-up, since I never use make-up in the first place.
"Damn, Erena! You didn't even hear out my last sentence. That was my main advice, 'ya know!"
I stopped for a moment to eye him and grin jokingly. "Gya, I didn't hear you out because I heard something different! I heard...SO MUCH LOVE is in the air tonight."
I paused to do a silly wave. "So try not to breathe, grandpa!"
Clutching my phone against my chest like a love struck middle student, I let out a brief, "Ja~ne, Leo! I'll be back before Miss Bisky even calls" and skipped farther away into the night.
~X~O~X~O~
Twinkling lights and The Righteous Brothers' "Unchained Melody" greeted me as I entered one of Yorkshin City's most elegant restaurants. Catching my breath from the over-excited sprint I did to get here on time, I lightly patted my cheeks in an attempt to compose myself. Looking around, almost every table was occupied with couples making a toast to each other, staring at each other's eyes or merely talking. But if there's one thing in common with these strangers, it was that they were all smiling GENUINELY.
And that makes me smile.
"Welcome to Restaurant De Yorkshin, Miss," a courteous feminine voice said beside me. I looked to my left and saw a beautiful woman with auburn hair braided to her right, wearing what I would assume is a waitress' uniform. "May I ask what number would your table reservation be?"
"A-ano, Table 143!" I piped up before she even finished the question. To my ears, it sounded like how a child on a consistent sugar rush would talk.
Calm those nerves down, Erena!
The waitress' mouth twitched a bit. I wasn't sure if she got irritated or amused. Either way, she gestured towards me with a professional, "This way, Ma'am" and led the way.
To say that I was bouncing on my feet, passing beside one table to another, is an UNDERSTATEMENT. Honestly, I didn't feel like my feet were on their carpeted floor.
In fact, I wonder if I have feet at all. To have your beloved boyfriend take you out on his own romantic accord (when he isn't even the romantic type at all!) in one
of the most dreamy places for Valentine's Day...I felt like I was flying, with the soft beats of "Unchained Melody" guiding me through the clouds.
"Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea.
To the open arms of the sea..."
The waitress in front of me suddenly stopped in walking, I felt my head bump into her shoulder.
"Lonely rivers sigh.
Wait for me, wait for me.
I'll be coming home,
Wait for me."
"Gya!"
"A-ah, I'm very sorry, Miss! But may I ask what number is your table reservation once again?"
"Oh, my love, my darling.
I've hungered,
Hungered for your touch alone."
"Um, Table 143...right, 143. Is something wrong?"
I went in front of the waitress who had her brows furrowed thoughtfully on some kind of clipboard I didn't notice before.
"Lonely time,
And time goes by so slowly.
And time can do so much."
"Miss, I'm afraid there might be some kind of mistake with your reservations."
"
Are you still mine?"
"Huh?" I asked, not quite understanding what she's saying. "Shai himself messaged me that our table is 143, no other number..."
I tilted my head at her, confused. "Did someone, like, erm, steal our seats or something?"
"I need your love!
I...I...I need your love."
"Ma'am, I assure you no mix-ups of the kind happen in our establishment. Table 143 was reserved by Mr. Shaia Pouf. Do you know him?"
I huffed out some air, feeling insulted. "Duh, of course I do. He's my boyfriend! We're supposed to have our dinner here."
"God-speed..."
The waitress made a clicking sound with her pen before writing something on her clipboard.
"My deepest apologies, Miss. I did not mean to upset you. A slight miscalculation might have just happened, I see."
"Miscalculation?"
"...your love..."
"Um, Miss, you see, Mr. Pouf reserved only a dinner for two, not three."
"...to me."
Author's Corner: And after 3 1/2 days, it's done. HECK YEAH, my take on shipping Chrollo Lucilfer with an OC is done! Or rather, only the first chapter is, lol.
But don't fret, fellow HiatusXHiatus, I mean, HUNTERXHUNTER fans: your author here is a very obsessed Hisoka/Chrollo fangirl with lots of ADHD tendencies to inspire her...as well as to discourage her! *laughs at her own joke as the readers give her a Hisoka poker face* XD
Incoherent midnight-induced ramblings aside (It's 1:15 AM right now here. Explains my craziness.), I hope you guys welcome this newbie little me into your Favorite and Following lists. And most importantly, don't forget: Reviews. It keeps ANY writer, whether abnormal like me or not, to keep writing.
But of course, I don't welcome haters or trolls, unless you can troll me the way Jennifer Lawrence trolls the entire Hollywood with her random antics of awesomeness. There's a reason why this site is called "fan fiction". If you don't like the OCs or why the character's like this or that...too bad, bruh. Because I myself am PLEASED where my ideas for this story are going! And I come from a family of perfectionists...if that tells you anything. Hihi. (P.S.: I'm an orphan now. XD )
I decided to make this Kuroro/OC story because even if I'm married to Hisoka deep in my heart for all lifetimes to come, I feel as if the Phantom Troupe leader needs loving too. I mean, LOOK AT HIM! Look at those eyes! Look at that body! And did you hear his friggin' voice? 1999 or 2011, I don't care, I can't even... *hyperventilates*
I also noticed that a lot, if not all, Kuroro stories here are written with serious themes and plot. And while I admire those brilliant fanfic writers who don't stray too much from HxH's actual atmosphere (I SUCK at being serious, haha), I wanted to make people see Kuroro in a different light. Kuroro losing control of his calm, always mellow disposition? Getting paired up with the not-so-attractive of them all? Kuroro in a romantic comedy, considering his personality and way of thinking?Yep, you just can't imagine, right? But that's what makes it exciting, the unexpectedness. So, don't take this story seriously. I want you to laugh and get giddy... maybe even replace my OC with your name. Aw, don't be ashamed. I do that too when I read Hisoka fanfics. #thestruggleisreal
Before I retire for a midnight sna-I mean, BED, let me leave you with a very comforting quote you can share with your family and friends during times of trouble:
"Don't cry because it's over. Schwing because it happened."