Nodame and Chiaki: 50 Themes, SURPRISE! A oneshot!
All Along…a oneshot.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Chiaki groans and stands up from the couch, stretching his limbs in the process. Scores, pencils, and crumpled papers cover his coffee table and litter the area around his couch. Chiaki carefully steps over them and scuffles his way over to the sink and shuts the dripping up for good, twisting the faucet tight. He looks over to the clock hanging on the wall of his kitchen. 10:45 pm.
She's late…
Usually she was never this late. Usually, she would arrive home before he did; he would trudge up to his apartment from a long day of rehearsal, and then when he opened the door, there she was, like a puppy, begging to be fed.
But this time, he was the one waiting for her.
He sat at the table, looking over the meal he cooked an hour ago in anticipating her arrival.
He looks over the spread of delectable food and sighs once more.
Just where was she at this hour?
Without realizing it, he began to pace, wondering, pondering. Thinking about all the possible ways and reasons why Nodame would be late for dinner. Chiaki's brow furrowed, forehead sporting deep creases and wrinkles.
Where are you Nodame?
BAM!
Chiaki jumps almost two feet in the air, his head swerving around in alarm.
A burglar? He thought.
Slowly, he grabbed the most usable weapon he could find in his field of vision. A violin case. It wasn't the most practical and usable weapon, but it was the only thing that was somewhat hard and solid enough defend himself against a dangerous criminal.
Slowly, Chiaki crept about the house, opening door after door, Violin case in his hands, ready to strike.
As he crept deeper into the hallways, he heard a rustling sound inside his room while walking past it.
A small creak emitted from the door as he carefully pushed opened the door to his bedroom.
His eyes stretched open wide when he saw the image before him. On his hardwood floors lay a girl facedown. Her chestnut hair splayed around her head, and her limbs spread out in odd directions. From her position, she must've fallen of the bed.
Nodame?
Chiaki crept closer and closer, guard fading away, violin case now lowered. He heard the soft snores and murmurs of Puri Gorota lines.
Hm. That's definitely Nodame. She must have arrived here earlier. While waiting for me to come home, she fell asleep. When I arrived home, I didn't realize she was already here all along.
Sighing, he gently picked her up and placed her on his bed. Nodame never ceased to amaze him. Just when he thought he had her figured out and thought that she had become predictable, she does something completely opposite from what Chiaki had initially envisioned.
He pulled the covers up towards Nodame's shoulders. Smiling, Chiaki bent down and gave her a light peck on her forehead.
He stood up and slowly walked out the door. Dinner would have to become either tomorrow's breakfast or dinner. Chiaki could wait. Nodame was always with him all along, and she always will be.
Back in Chiaki's room, Nodame smiled under the soft light of the moon and lamps from the Paris streets.
"Welcome home, Chiaki-semp— Shinichi…"
I will always be there for you. I was here all along.
