((A.N.: Hope you enjoyed that little prologue hehe. There's a bit more light shed onto the actual plot now so stay tuned, reviews welcome~))
He gently pushed open the door of what looked and sounded like a pub, a green house just like the old fisherman had said. He walked in, responding to stares with a friendly smile and slight wave while he made his way to the bar. "What can I get you?" The madam of the house stepped out wiping a glass, attempting conversation with the first language that came to mind when dealing with a foreigner.
"I don't speak English, thanks though." He responded with a smile, earning himself an impressed smile and a drink on the house. "Say, is there anywhere near here I can find a job? Any kind of job, and some place to stay, if you don't mind."
She set the glass down and picked up another. "There's a notice board over there. Lodging I'm not too sure if you're staying for long. But if you want a job, we can use another hand here."
He'd found work like this plenty times before and had a pretty good idea of what he needed to do. Working in a pub worked the best for him though; it was a swarm of people coming in and out, which of course meant exchange of information, serving his purpose perfectly.
Picking up his backpack again, he turned towards the notice board. "Sounds perfect, I'll take it."
With a little more asking around and negotiating, Takao found himself a room with an amazing view that the locals seemed too used to to even bother capitalizing on. It was perfect, the lights started to go out just as he settled down in his new room that would probably be his nest for the following month or two.
One thing worried him though, as he arranged his few belongings around the room. Even with him hanging around town a good part of the evening, no one had mentioned another Japanese guy. Concern bubbled into his consciousness as he lay down to sleep, listening to the sounds of the sea.
When he seriously thought back to the He wasn't even sure that Midorima was in Spain. It had been like looking for a needle in a haystack ever since the enigmatic man had disappeared without a word four years ago. He did feel stupid time to time, he did feel his decision to pack up and leave Japan for Spain had been rash and impulsive. He did feel that perhaps, just perhaps, Midorima had simply moved to elsewhere in Japan to build a normal family and enjoy a normal life.
All those bitter thoughts however, without fail, were offset by the slight possibility that somewhere Midorima was still playing the tsundere; still waiting for his partner to come find him.
"Heh... Shin chan you idiot..." Those rather troubling thoughts in mind, he settled down to sleep, knowing the next morning would mean a lot of excitement.