Disclaimer: I don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot but enjoy anyway.
Koshino Residence: Hiroaki Koshino. 10 in the morning.
Darn. Why's nobody asking me out on a date?
I turn on my PC to see what's new in the chat-room. I wonder, is there anyone out there more hopeless than I am? I decide to check my email account just in case somebody remembers. It's been ages since I opened it.
'You have 1 unread message(s)'. the screen says. A message from spiky007 dated 2 weeks ago. Hmmm. So who could that be? James Fucking Bond?
'Meet me at Don Rafael's coffee at 6:30 in the afternoon on Feb. 14. I'm hoping so much to see you.' That's the message. Weird. No PS note whatsoever. Not even a 1-4-3. It sure is a date, but who in suffering hell is it?
Phone rings. I jump from my sit in shock of the sound that has pierced my eardrums. I should've turned down the fucking volume of that receiver. I let it ring three times and,
'Hello?'
'Hiroaki, Sendoh here. Got a favor to ask you,'
'What?'
'Er, have you read my message? That 'Meet me at Don-''
'So it was you. I just opened my account. Sorry for the delay, I haven't much time to read messages. So we're going out then?' I say.
'Er, problem is I've decided to meet someone else, so we're not practically dating. You see, you've come too late to reply to my offer so-'
'I see. So that's what you called for? To cancel it?' I say, not hiding my disappointment.
'Not exactly. I want you to do me a favor.'
'What sort?'
'Er, we're still going to Don Rafael's tonight, only we're meeting someone else there. Don't ask me who, I'm as clueless as you are. Apparently, this guy or girl or whatever that is, is in love with me. I received his/her letter this morning, somebody must've chucked it in my stuff. Anyway, it says I have to go to Don Rafael's tonight 'cos it would mean the world to him/her. I'm not feeling good about this one so I'm asking your company for the night. Ok?' He finishes.
I think. This philanderer is using me for his own cause. How selfish. But heck, who's dying to see him? Men, I do wanna know who. So that leaves me no choice.
'Ah, sure. Fetch me at 6 this afternoon and we're off,' I tell him.
'Thanks. I'm really sorry I have to put off our date. It could've been wonderful to share this evening with you.' He says, lamenting at the forgone moment.
'Never mind. I want to bust this person.' I assured him as we say goodbye.
Mitsui Residence. Hisashi Mitsui. Lunchtime.
I tear open the parcel given to me this morning. The red wrappers lay crumpled on the floor like maple leaves in the early fall, waiting to be blown by the western winds. I take off the note attached to it that reads,
'This is for you. If you're dying to know who I am, I'll be glad to meet you in Don Rafael's at 7:00 this afternoon. May this present bring you happiness as your sight brings me happiness. Take care and see you. 1-4-3.'
How stupid. Who would compose such goofy line for someone he likes? Not a grain of literary value touches his words, not even anything uplifting or inspiring. But who could it be? Koshino? Most probably. The way he looks at me during the practice game isn't something within the realm of ordinariness. I could feel the heat of his eyes blazing before my epidermis like a knife cutting through the ripples of Yangtze river. It's gotta be Koshino who gave this but darn, he's dumb as an anchor under the buoy to write something so cheesy.
I'm done unwrapping his gift. A red Adidas sweat band appears from the small box containing it. Not bad. I've been wanting one for weeks. Sakuragi would slobber like an old cow if he sees me wearing this and man, don't I look good in red? Not that I'd look bad in anything but won't I stand out in crimson attire? Hahaha. Even Rukawa would look like a peanut farmer beside me.
I withdraw from my room and head down for lunch. My mom's serving beef with honey sauce and rice.
'Looking happy, son. I see you haven't ordered a dozen of roses for the girl you're goin' out with tonight.' she says.
I nearly puked the mouthful of rice I was chewing. Whatever gives her the idea. Girls are nauseating as a rabbit's guts stomped in a road kill.
'What's wrong, son?' she says, noticing by difficulty.
'Did you put too much pepper in the dish, mom? I'm allergic to it,' I answer, hoping she would buy it.
'Not too much. Have you been diagnosed? When?' she says in a puzzled voice.
'Since girls started running around the streets with sticks and stones,' I answer. 'I'm eating my food upstairs. Got loads of homework.'
I leave her more startled and confused than before. What next? I'll just wait here 'till the clock hits 6:30; I mustn't be late for the evening, mustn't keep him waiting or he'll be misgiving.
TBC