A/N: Okay, so this is Megumi's half. I hope you like it. Drop me reviews, please?
"Yamamoto-sama! Yamamoto Megumi-sama!"
She barely stopped to look back at the anxious voices calling her as she ran as fast as she could from the recording studio.
She was almost inside her car when someone grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. She winced before turning to look at that someone. It was her manager, and he was not looking very happy.
"Where do you think you're going, Megumi-chan?!"
The brunette bowed. "I'm so very, very sorry Saito-san. But I'm needed right now—"
The older man placed a hand on each of her shoulders. "Are you even listening to yourself, Megumi-chan? This is it, the deal we've been waiting for. If you pass this chance up, you might not get the break you've been hoping for!"
It was an exaggeration and they both knew it. But Megumi knew that her manager only wanted the best for her.
She bowed again before entering the car and closing the door before her manager could react. "I'm sorry, Saito-san, but this is really an emergency. I'll call you later. Sorry, once again."
And with that, she asked her driver to bring her to the airport as fast as possible.
Yahiro Saiga, heir to one of the richest companies in the country, sighed in boredom, annoyance, and disappointment as he waited for his flight to be called. On any other normal day, he would have taken his private jet to fly to his week-long business meeting in New York but for this particular trip, he decided to take a normal flight. After all, he would be able to learn new things that way.
Being the punctual person that he was raised to be, he arrived early. So early, in fact, that he had to wait for almost an hour before his flight would be called.
As he sat in the airport's waiting area, giving no notice to the numerous girls whispering and pointing at him, his thoughts drifted to different things: to his last conversation with his brother, the plans he needed to make, the plans he had already made, the latest business venture their company had taken, and finally settled, as his thoughts usually did, on a long haired, brown-eyed brunette.
He smiled fondly as an image of the said girl appeared on his mind. He was disappointed, to say the least, because Megumi would not be able to see him off today. But he understood, after all it was a big day for his girlfriend. It also made him a bit guilty because he was supposed to be there at the recording studio right now, giving courage to his loved one (and intimidating the people listening to her).
He sighed again and glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes more.
He was really going to miss her even if they only going to be separated by a week and besides, this was the era of computers, the internet, cell phones and numerous devices specifically made to shorten distances.
But really, he was going to miss her.
Megumi Yamamoto started tapping her fingers against the car's seat restlessly, all the while glancing at her wrist watch.
"Pardon me, Sato-san. Can't we go any faster?"
The driver glanced back through the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow at the very worried-looking young lady.
"Yamamoto-sama, if we go any faster the police would be on our tails in less than five minutes."
For a moment, the young woman looked surprised but soon her expression was changed into one of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Sato-san, it's just that I really need to get the airport fast."
The older man chuckled. "Don't worry, Yamamoto-sama, I'll get you there on time."
He was greeted by the young woman's bright smile. "Thank you, Sato-san."
Yahiro stood up, getting ready to enter the boarding area when he heard someone shouting his name. Someone who, if his mind was not playing tricks on him, sounded so much like Megumi.
He turned, eyes scanning the crowd quickly, and was able to catch a glimpse of long brown hair among the people milling around.
She was panting heavily when she got to him and Yahiro placed a steadying hand against her to keep her from keeling over.
"M-Megumi? What are you doing here?"
The brunette took a deep breath before smiling at her boyfriend. "Seeing you off, of course."
"But you had your recording today—"
Megumi rolled her eyes heavenwards and looked meaningfully at Yahiro.
Understanding suddenly ddawned on the Saiga heir. "You skipped your recording?! But why? Wasn't this supposed to be—"
The singer placed a hand against his lips and smiled again. "One should learn to prioritize. You did tell me that once, Yahiro, remember?"
The other smirked. "I guess I did."
Then he pulled Megumi by the waist and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips. As expected, color immediately flooded the girl's checks and she immediately turned away.
"Y-Yahiro! Why did you do that?! We're in a public place!"
"So?"
"People are staring!"
He looked around and sure enough, people were indeed ogling at them. "Yeah, and so?"
Megumi glared at him before giving up and burying her head on the crook of Yahiro's neck. She wound her arms around his waist and felt his hold on her tighten. She smiled and let herself relax in Yahiro's embrace.
Then she suddenly remembered something. "Yahiro, you need to go. You're going to be late."
But Yahiro did not let her go, instead he held her more securely against him.
"Yahiro! You're going to be late for your flight!"
"I can get another flight."
"B-But even so…"
"Megumi-chan…keep quiet and enjoy the moment."
She pushed him off and was about to talk again when his lips prevented her from doing so. Then, he leaned his forehead against hers and she was almost cross-eyed as she gazed at him.
"You told me yourself, Megumi, one should learn to prioritize."
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