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Here's chappie 2: The First Thing You Can't Live Without
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I knocked on the office door the secretary point me to. Slowly, I opened the door.
After I found out about Satoshi and how he is in LA, I stayed up all night on the internet to look up where he worked. I ended up finding some big-shot detective agency.
I had to take two buses just to get here. And when I actually did get here, the building was just how I imagined it. All rich and luxurious…not to mention a "we're better than you" aura. The outside had a one-way mirror where employees could look out and we couldn't. It stood at least 20 stories high and 50 feet wide.
The secretary had told me to wait in his office before Satoshi came back from a meeting. I sat down on a couch and looked around. As always, the dark mysterious lightning frightened me.
I won't bore you with the details of the room except his desk. There were papers neatly in piles, obviously Satoshi's desk no duh. A name thing stood at the front edge saying "Dr. Satoshi Hiwatari." He probably kept it Hiwatari and not Hikari as Daisuke's family had told me earlier. I walked over to it. Jeez, I'm not stalking him…just my natural curiosity. (coughs)
The drawers contained more papers of cases and files on different criminals. I tried to open the last right one but it was locked. I couldn't find the key anywhere. Maybe if I yank hard enough…
"Crap," I cursed softly.
Bad news: My back hurt from hitting the wall after the force of the pull.
Good news: The drawer opened.
My eyes widened at the sight of pictures of…me. They were last year school portraits. There was also a folder of stuff about me. A copy of my birth certificate, a copy of my report car, stuff…
Um…okay…stalker much? And I thought I was being a stalker when I looked through the drawers. This guy is whacked.
And yet…
I thought it as something semi sweet yet VERY STALKISH.
The doorknob turned. I don't know how I did it but I stuffed all the pictures and papers into the drawer, slammed it shut, fixed the chair, and ran back to the couch with a nanosecond to spare. Talk about swift. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw I forgot a picture. Crap again. Hope for the best then.
I heard a girl giggle before the door opened.
My heart sped up to around, oh I don't know, a billion bets per minute.
I came Satoshi in all his handsome glory and…
Rya.
WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?!!!!!!!!!????????
Except it wasn't "hell." (A/N: I got that from Meg Cabot.)
Rya is a bitch. I'd strangle her if it wasn't against the law. She thinks she's so perfect because she has long chestnut hair and sparkling mocha eyes. Well news for you, Riku and Risa has the same color hair and eyes as you…sort of.
To say they were surprised, especially Satoshi, is an understatement. More like bewilderment, stunned, shocked, taken aback, astonished, amazed, all the synonyms of surprised I can think of.
Before long, however, Satoshi had regained his emotionless composure. "Nataka san," he said. "It's quite a surprise to see you here."
Rya put on her fake look. "Miro chan!" she squealed. She lunged herself at me before I could react and hugged me so tightly.
"Uh…hi Rya-san," I replied.
She let go. "I can't believe you're here in America! It's so wonderful!" She turned to look at Satoshi. "Satoshi!" They're on first name basis? "Did you know she was coming?"
Satoshi shrugged. "No idea."
Rya turned back to me and smiled widely. "Even you got the famous detective flabbergasted." Who uses the word flabbergasted?
"I just…" Think Miro think. "Heard from Niwa kun about Sa-Hiwatari kun's achievements here and decided to come that's all." I grinned a nervous/almost-convincing smile.
From the look Satoshi gave me who was turned away from Rya, I knew he didn't believe me. What am I suppose to say anyway? Oh, I miss you so much Satoshi. I love you so please come back. That's so stupid.
"We have to catch up," Rya said. She flopped down next to me. "So? Any new things?"
I watched as Satoshi unbuttoned two of his collar shirt and roll up his sleeves before settling down on the couch across from us. Oh my god. I have never notice how… buffed he is. (A/N: I wasn't joking when I said Michael Meducci reminded me of him.) Well he must've after all those police work and First Aid stuff.
"Miro? Miro?" Rya's voice called me back to the real world.
"Huh…oh! Nothing new. Niwa-kun and Riku. Risa all depressed. Normal stuff." Nice save. Who do you think you are Miro? Some super star who thinks everyone will believe what you say? Talking to myself became a strange habit.
"I knew those two losers would get together," Rya scoffed. "A clumsy oaf and a tomboy. Perfect match."
What the-
"What is your problem?!" I snapped. "Niwa kun and Riku just so happens to be one of my best friends! And if you can't deal with that I'll stran-"
"Chill. I'm only joking. So…nothing about Dark or…where he went?"
I knew both Satoshi and I were thinking the same thing. Does she have to bring this up?
"Um…no I don't think so," I answered. "When did you leave again?"
"Two weeks ago."
"Oh…nothing happened since. Just plain old Azumano."
Rya looked a bit down then her cell phone rang.
"Rya speaking," she said into her phone. "Uh huh…where…but…now? Fine…I'll be right there…bye." She hung up. "The babysitter's having some kind of trouble with my brother so I have to go." She stood up. "I'll see you soon Miro."
What happened next struck me like an arrow. She kissed Satoshi on the lips, lightly, before walking out the door and shutting it.
"I…think I'll…leave," I managed to say out.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm in love with him that I couldn't look him in the eye. Or it's the fact that he knows I'm in love with him…or whatever. All I knew is that I had to get out of here now. Who knows what will happen if I stay? Will I break down into some sort of depressed person or…
I stood up getting ready to go before…
"Why did you come?" Satoshi asked suddenly. His voice brought chills down my spine. When did it become so cold?
"I wanted to examine the fine cultural of America," I sniffed.
Pause.
Satoshi walked over to me and placed one hand on my cheek. He stared at me, more like glare, searching for an answer. His height, 5'10" sort of towered over me. Hey! I grew. Now I'm 5' 3" ish. Not fair that I'm short.
"Tell me why," he demanded. No he didn't demand it, he said it and I thought it sounded like a demand.
"B-because I-"
"Dr. Hiwatari," someone said at the door. It was the secretary.
Satoshi looked at her. "Yes?"
"You have an urgent call from Mr. Myler in New York City. He says it's really important you get on the phone."
"Thank you." The secretary left. Wow…Satoshi's English is really perfect. So is the rest of him…
He went over to his desk and picked up the phone. "Satoshi speaking," he greeted the person on the other line. I heard some talking before a "I'll fly over tonight. Leave the info with Brooke." Satoshi put the phone down and looked at me.
"What?!" I snapped.
"You're coming with me to New York," Satoshi answered.
That is so not random. T'cha.
I folded my arms. "And why would I do that?"
"It is in my guess that you have come here not to examine the 'fine cultural of America' but to visit me. In this case, you have accomplished your goal and I would like you to accompany me on this business trip."
Of course I would love to go is what I should've said. Instead, I replied. "First off, I never said I won't. Second, why? Third, why don't you go with Rya?"
"Because she's an idiot. She's with me just for my entertainment." Satoshi sat down at his desk.
Smartass. Even I'm not that much of a showoff. Fine! I sort of am. Cut me some slack.
"I'll go with you," I heard myself say. No wait! What! I don't want to go!
Yes you do, I assured myself.
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Did I mention I HATE PLANES?
Ugh…I feel ditzy. Satoshi had already fallen asleep next to me. He looked as hot as Dark when he slept. Except with his arms crossed, he seemed a bit mean.
Satoshi came with me to the hotel to get my stuff. I was so nervous my palms were sweating. Maybe I shouldn't have come to America. Satoshi's probably thinking I'm a freak or something.
Phooey.
I checked out of the hotel. The limo driver drove us to another extravagant building. An apartment…condo…
"This place is yours?" I exclaimed. The whole condo looked like playboy mansion. Just add Hugh Hefner and two French models and it is. There were mini chandeliers everywhere and glass lamps. A table with two mahogany chairs stood in the kitchen. A 50" screen plasma TV hung on the wall opposite of the beige leather couch and matching coffee table.
"My father bought it for me," Satoshi shrugged.
Spoil brat.
"It's beautiful," I commented.
"Too bright." Satoshi went into the bedroom and I followed.
"Oh my god." The room had overturned chairs, a messed up bed, broken lamps, books scattered around, and blood on the floor. You could hardly recognize the once beautiful condo in this room.
Satoshi turned around towards me. "It's nothing."
I became suspicious. "Take off your shirt."
"It's nothing Nataka san."
"Take off your shirt," I growled.
He reluctantly obeyed. Two long gashes went down his back. They were the size fit for…wings!
"What happened?" I demanded to know.
Satoshi looked unconcerned. "I don't know how but I think he's back."
I gaped at him. "Are you sure?"
"There's no voice in my subconscious but I consistently wake up to find my room a mess. This might mean Dark's back too."
My eyes searched for a single hint of emotion in his eyes. I found it. Hurt.
I threw my arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Even if he was back, I'd still love you."
Satoshi gently pushed me away. "No, you don't." He stared at me, telling a sad story with his eyes. "Why did you even come here?"
I felt my eyes watered with tears. "But it's true! I really do love you."
"You only think it." Satoshi lugged out two suitcases from his closet. "Someone will clean the mess. Let's go."
He really did look so hot while he slept on. I unclipped my seatbelt and got up. The cabin blocked out other people. Where's the private jet?
The corridor had 10 doors, 5 on each side. Maybe this is just as wonderful as a private jet. I walked to a window up front. I had the urge to jump onto one of the fluffy clouds out there.
"It's magnificent isn't it?" a voice asked me.
I didn't even bother turning. "Yup."
"I thought you hated planes."
"I do. But the view is captivating."
Satoshi nodded and turned to walk back.
Maybe it was the lack of fresh air that made me say this. Or maybe it wasn't. Either way I still said it.
"Sometimes the last thing you want is the first thing you can't live without."
Satoshi stopped and looked at me. "I know."
And he left.
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Gah! Writing is so hard for me now. But still. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!