Ch. 3 Listen To The Mustn'ts
It really isn't like I'm trying to make this Shel Silverstein-y themed. I just love how playful his poems are, Maybe they'll add a little happiness to the story... Sorry if they haven't made any sense or been related to the story... somehow in my head they have.
Listen To The Mustn'ts
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
-Shel Silverstein
'I only want coffee. I only want coffee. I'm just taking him only to get coffee.' Was what I kept repeating to myself. I was becoming far too anxious to see the brunette. I justified my actions because I had a problem that needed to be fixed. For some reason I had left him in the back of my mind yesterday, paying him no mind and instead chose to think of the young officer I'd met only yesterday. And now I feared I would begin to forget even the littlest details of the captivating chocolate haired boy. I knew it was an irrational fear, but the only way I could fix my anxiety would be to visit the boy and rid myself of the problem.
It was now 5pm so he should be walking out at any moment. I made sure to clear up my schedule for the day and even went so far as finishing some work that wouldn't need to be done until next week. The reason for this was because, if by some miracle Misaki wanted to talk for longer than anticipated, I'd have no reservation or restraints to deny him.
Thankfully, a familiar brunette mop of hair dashed out the sliding doors of the Marukawa Publishing House. After turning on the car, I saw that the boy was running away from where I was. Surley he hadn't seen me yet and fled out of fear, I was still in my car. He seemed to be in a hurry or something so I just followed him. When he finally began to slow down, I tried pulling up beside him, but was caught at a stoplight.
He had finally stopped, but seemed to have met up with someone whose face I couldn't see because a little girl's purple balloon had obscured my vision. I doubted it was Akihiko as the two were only a few centimeters apart in height judging by the level of their shoulders. I never had the chance to see the person however, because as the girl's balloon moved out of my view, the two were walking into the theatre. And to my irritation, the light had only just now changed for me to go.
I decided that it would be best if I just killed two hours instead of hurrying to find a parking place and risk the chance of looking like a creeper trying to find out which movie they'd gone to see,
Time passed rather quickly as I had busied myself with some building sketches and floor plans that had been on my mind. When I looked up, I saw the familiar chocolate mop and the other person walking away. Quickly I left the papers on the passenger's side, turned on the car and followed them.
I thought they would part sometime, but instead they both walked into a Mos Burger. It wouldn't hurt if I joined them, right? Maybe I could subtly shoo the other person away to get some much needed alone time with Misaki. I parked the car on the same side as the establishment and walked in. Scanning the room for the familiar mess of hair, I found it sitting with the other person in the far right of the restaurant. They were both seated in a booth chatting animatedly about the movie perhaps and Misaki was facing me, the face of the stranger still unknown. Judging by the extensive use of their hands, they were probably talking about something very exciting and I couldn't help but smile a little as it warmed my heart to see Misaki so full of energy.
Drawing closer, I finally caught the brunette's attention, but regretted it because the fun and excitement in the boy's peridot eyes had now disappeared and was replaced by some sort of wall of protection with guards of fear. His friend had been talking, but when the brunette's skin turned pale, he stopped talking and looked back to see what the problem was.
To my utter shock, the one staring back at me was the young police officer from the other day. His green grey eyes meeting my own and locking into a stare, like we were both shocked into silence at seeing each other. Misaki was silently freaking out and an award silence fell over the table. Luckily, the young man broke the silence by exclaiming, "Hey!" and to my disbelief offered me to join them at their table. Still staring, I took the proffered seat and noticed how Misaki hastily took out his phone to send a text.
Which was obviously sent to the young man beside me as no less than 5 seconds after Misaki set his cell down, did the touchscreen phone of the officer chime. He chuckled out loud and said, "Of course I know him, Misaki. He-"
"You know Usagi-ani! How?" the brunette interrupted as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then slouched back into his chair blushing over the fact he'd said 'Usagi'. I didn't exactly mind though. Somehow I was still blown away by the fact that I'd met up with the same guy from yesterday!
Catching the nickname, the sandy brunette replied, "Actually yes, Misaki. I met Usami-san yesterday."
Just as he was about to reply, Misaki's phone buzzed, and opening it he groaned. "Todou, I'm so sorry but I was supposed to meet up with Usagi-san 10 minutes ago. Do you need me to walk home with you?"
"Ah, no that's fine, Misaki." Looking over to me the sandy brunette continued, "I'll just stay with Usami-san for a little while." he offered a smile and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Ehh, are you sure? Usagi-san won't mind." the brunette asked.
Interjecting, I said, "It's fine, Misaki. I'll make sure he gets home. Akihiko's probably waiting." Somehow, the idea of Misaki going to Akihiko wasn't such a bad idea. It was a bit unnerving to think so, but the thought of spending time with the unnamed character beside me was too good to pass up.
"It's all right, Misaki. I'll call you later on?"
"O-Okay," he nervously replied. After quickly grabbing his things, the boy scrambled out. Leaving me and his friend alone in the air-conditioned room of the fast-food joint.
Dude, its already Sunday? It was just Thursday though...
Just to let you all know my thoughts and prayers are with those who have been effected by the Bombing on Monday, most of my readers are in the US and if any of you were there or had family there (luckily all mine wasn't close by) I hope your recovery is quick and easy if it has effected you in such a way that it is life changing. :) *chu*
Glob, I love crack pairings... well like good ones (in my opinion) cause I've heard people want to ship Ijuuin-sensei and Yanase Yuu... nope. Yuu's true pairing is ONLY Hisashi Araki... I agree with TBF101, Yuu needs an uke. I mean I did read another one where Yuu was with a composer...? guy and that seemed pretty good even if Yuu was das uke... (enough with my opinions and off topicness) If you haven't heard of Hisahi, read Always by The Black Flamingo 101 its reeaaallllyyy goood. She has a sequel for it and she's featured them in her SiH version of The Uke Flu.
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