Ch. 2 How Many How Much
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How Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em
~Shel Silverstein
Thankfully I'd made it on time, Inoue-san had seemingly arrived just seconds before me and was glad to see me. It hadn't been too long since we'd last met, but he claimed to have missed doing business with me. Earlier in the year we had worked on the new Primary school and community college that would be located in the area and both were now under construction. We were now planning for a public library and by the size of the site, Inoue-san would want a big one.
Its part of his latest project to build a community based neighborhood. One where you could say you lived in Tokyo, but avoid all the loud hustle and bustle of Tokyo street life. It is very upscale, but can also suit those with a more modest income. The community was yet to be named - as it hadn't even been advertised to the public - but when it was finished would include: a Primary school, community college, library, postal office, rec center, park, and a Central Office where community meetings and events would be held. There would also be an outdoor 'mall' strip where the grocery store was to be located, a laundromat and other random stores, cafes and a few convenience stores scattered around. There would also be a few things I wouldn't be making plans for like, a fire station, a few bus stops and amazingly, Inoue-san wanted to make a subway stop by the outdoor mall for easy access if and residents wanted to take the train from work directly to the store. It sounded a bit outlandish to me, but Inoue-san was a lot like me. Innovative and logical - even if his logic seemed a little far out.
I'm not sure where he got all this money to do these kinds of things, but its his life. Let him do what he wants.
I was thankful I could actually focus on my work. When I arrived, I still had thoughts of the young officer in my head and was worried I wouldn't have the drive to work efficiently and professionally. However as the day progressed, I was deep into the work going on around me. Inoue-san and I discussed the budget and different ideas of what he wanted the interior and exterior of the library to look like. He seemed worried that the budget would be limiting, but it really wasn't. I explained that with the money left, he could invest on some very nice landscaping to compliment the idea of the building.
Afterwards, we continued to discuss the next project for the new vicinity and I was slightly alarmed to find out that Moritaka Yumi would be responsible for the plans of the outdoor mall and post office. Alarmed because I hadn't the slightest idea Moritaka knew about this project. Last I'd heard, he was in Wales constructing a hotel.
However, it made sense. Although we were both of the same age, Moritaka hadn't gone through the same situation as me and has had more experience than me in respect to the architecture of retail locations and government buildings. But when it came to the aesthetics of libraries, convention centers and schools, my talent greatly outweighed his experience
As the day came to an end, I found myself thinking of the young man from earlier. I even drove back to the scene of the accident in hopes of maybe catching a glance of his light brown hair and his grey-green eyes. To hear his carefree laugh and see his honest smile. Both were etched into my mind like a colorful painting of a bare white wall. It was nice and refreshing, genuine and different from the other smiles I received on a daily basis. But sadly, my endeavor was in vain, there were no signs of the accident that was present just earlier that day and I drove home discreetly sulking in silence.
That night I dreamed of three colors, light brown, dark brown and green. The green was present in both the light brown figure and the dark brown figure and both seemed to be bickering with each other. Not in an angry way, just bickering about unimportant things. I, however, was feeling out of sorts, looking at the dark brown figure, I felt a certain pain and then longing. Like I had somehow betrayed this figure and wanted it to become my friend again. But then glancing upon the light brown figure, I felt jaunty, happy. Like everything would be right with the world if I left the dark brown figure alone and joined the light brown figure.
But the dark brown figure still called out to me somehow, like the selfish side of me wanted it no matter what the circumstances were. I felt the name of it on the tip of my tongue, but couldn't get it out just yet.
Now, I was starting to feel a confused pain all over, even if I hadn't chosen which figure to side with. It was like my heart was pulling me towards the light brown figure but my mind was pulling me towards the dark brown figure. Just before I went completely to the side of the light brown figure, I awoke and sat up quickly.
"Misaki," I breathed in the name, savoring it like wine. And I finally understood, it was Misaki that I was betraying. Usually I would spare him most of my thoughts throughout the day, but not once had I even thought of his name yet. All I'd though of, if I hadn't been working, was the young police officer.
Why was I thinking so much of him? I didn't even know his name! Why would I allow such a person to invade the time I spent thinking about the precious Misaki. Even if it had been a year or two since he'd formally rejected by advances, I couldn't help but think of the brunette on a daily basis. And today was the first day, in a long time, that I hadn't thought of him.
Something was definitely wrong with me.
I resolved to do a little snooping and found that Misaki would be working at Marukawa today until 5pm. I'd wait for him until he finished work and ask him to join me for a cup of coffee before I returned him home. I had no other intentions as I knew very well that he had no interest in me. I just needed to refill myself on his eyes and his voice, the way he would treat me with kindness even if he didn't want to be around me. Then everything would be fine again and turn back to normal.
Feeling content with myself, and secure in my decision, I got out of bed and got ready for the day.
Sorry for all this backround prologue stuff messiness... gotts to prepare for the good stuff though! Let me know what you think so far! Reviews are greatly appreciated.
See you next weekend! C:
