Summary: Maybe a simple act of 'kindness' could end up as something more. (Modern AU)
Pairings: Eila x Perrine and other pairings as well
CHAPTER I
Stupid. This plan was stupidly hilarious.
Sure, Eila has written a bunch of songs- love songs as a request from other people, but this one has yet to be Eila's most cliche work. Hell, even a simple kid could laugh at this with just a glance.
She sighs and sets down her pen. If only she declined this offer, maybe she would be spared from the shame that would most likely happen within a week. But what could she say? That the prompt for this song was too cheesy? No, she'd never say that. She'd keep her mouth shut as long as her reputation was still high.
Eila stares at her 'progressive' work in front of her, the scribble of each and every word making her grimace. It was too cliche, cheesy, and Eila wanted to rip the paper and toss it into a nearby furnace. She wouldn't want to scar anyone's eyes with such lyrics.
But the thing was, Eila made a deal. She made a deal to create this song for a price of a few dollars. Eila accepted it, thinking that it was such an incredible idea and the money was so important that she could avoid work for a few days. Now Eila regrets this idea. She'd rather live on mount Kilimanjaro than write another set of these.
She sighs once more, crumpling the paper and tossing it into her bin where all the other crumpled sheets lay.
If she had just declined the offer...
Yesterday
"Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
Eila could almost feel her eyebrow twitch and the basketball in her hand has slipped off. All that remains in her grasp was a single sheet of paper with a few words written on it.
The most romantic love song you can write.
"Mio, are you kidding me? This is far from your taste of music," Eila stares at Mio with a confused look on her face, "Why would you want me to write this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Mio eyes her for a bit before retrieving the basketball a few feet away from her. The basketball court was silent, and only their breathing and Mio's footsteps could be heard. Eila turns around and faces Mio, hand on her hip and paper slightly crumpled from the other.
"Tell me one thing. Who is this for?" Eila glances at the paper and meets Mio's curious stare, "I want to know the person that created your love-sickness."
Mio snorts. "First of all, it's not love-sickness or anything," she dribbles the ball, "And I think it's obvious."
Eila folds the paper and places it in her jean pocket before walking towards her friend. "Give me the ball."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Just give it."
"Not until I have the answer I want," Mio's hand smoothly glides the ball out of Eila's reach.
"Which is?" Eila was getting annoyed at this point, and every advance she makes to get the basketball was a fail. Violet eyes glare at olive ones.
"I won't give you the ball until you write this song."
"I'll do it, just give me the ball."
"How would I know that you'd finish the song within a week?"
"A week? Are you insane?!"
"Yes, apparently I am. Are you up for this?"
Eila finally snatched the ball from Mio's grasp and takes a few steps backward. She stares at Mio with wide eyes filled with disbelief.
"What makes you think that I can finish this song within a week?"
Mio stays silent for a bit before answering once more. "How about I do your homework?"
"Uh, as if I'd let you do that. I can do stuff on my own Major."
"Then how about I pay you?"
At those magical words, Eila gulped and felt a bead of sweat roll down her face. She knew she was fucked.
Eila stands up and throws herself on her bed, nuzzling her face into her pillow. God, just remembering what happened yesterday was already frustrating enough for her. It was already putting real hard pressure on her. And she only had one week to do all of this.
It wasn't as if she hated Mio for this. Sure, she may have had times that she completely disliked Mio on a couple of occations (being strict to her during training, her food diet, her sleep diet... well, everything) but she can't really say that she hates her senior. While Mio can be completely strict to Eila and her friends on and off the game, she can be awfully caring as well.
All of a sudden her phone rings, disrupting her inner reverie. It takes a while for her to actually locate her phone, just to realize that it was just sitting on her bedside table. Eila picks it up and checks the Caller I.D.
Unknown
Huh.
Mysterious caller dialing her in the midst of the afternoon while she was writing a love song?
Answer it?
Her thumb hovers between the flashing red and green buttons that her phone depicts. A part of Eila wants to press the red button and ignore the caller, but the other half of her dares her to press the green button.
.
.
.
Why not?
Eila gingerly presses her finger against the button and she waits for at least three seconds just to hear if the caller would talk up first.
Silence.
She mentally sighs. Eila always has to make the first move apparently.
"Hello?"
"Is this Eila Juutilainen?" the caller speaks up, almost hesitantly. In Eila's case, this sounded like someone all too familiar. Eila glances at the caller I.D., just to make sure that what she was hearing was correct.
"Uh... Perrine...?"
Eila could almost hear the shuffling of feet, muffled streams of curses and screams, and a thud. Almost.
"H-How'd you know?"
"I can tell by your voice...?" Eila blinks as she realizes something else, "Hey, how'd you get my number?"
"N-None of your business!" she could almost feel Perrine's cheeks flare up from the other line, "Anyways, I've got news for you."
"Which is...?"
"Don't continue Sakamoto-san's request."
With that, Perrine hung up the phone much to Eila's curiosity and dismay. The latter one stares at her phone, palm against cheek, and wonders what Perrine must be up to to make such a request. She almost starts calculating on what may be the possible reasons for this mini ruckus.
A plan to stop Mio?
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Definitely a plan to stop Mio.
Been wanting to write this piece for a long time. It's been a year, I think. Chapter may look a little rushed and some characters can be a little, uh, not themselves but I'll fix that in the future. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Reviews and criticisms are appreciated.