Momo lay on the couch in her living room, staring aimlessly around the apartment as sadness filled her sights. It was her last night staying in that apartment with Haru, but her jumpy little best friend was out with her new phone sex partner dash boyfriend instead of spending the night watching romance-comedy and horror movies, eating countless cans of ice-cream and bars of candy and prank-calling others. She had planned a prank call between them and Daisuke, the brunette cutie aka Haru's boyfriend, but her plans were soiled by the same guy. She didn't blame Haru for finding new love, but she was a little angry at Daisuke for insisting on having a date on that night. She also couldn't find Toushiro, as her fengshui arranger told her seeing your fiancé the night before the wedding brought bad luck.
She then realized how antisocial she was. Haru must be thinking how clingy she was, and how much she needed other friends. Momo scolded herself for thinking Haru was actually over the moon that she was finally leaving.
Restless, Momo got up from the couch, went to Haru's bedroom and raided her drawers of movies. She randomly grabbed a movie that just happened to be Breaking Dawn Part I and slipped it into the DVD player sitting below the TV. Haru hated the Twilight saga, why would she have the entire movie collection in her drawers? Momo ran to the kitchen, grabbed a fork and container of leftover lasagna and a can of Dr Pepper from the fridge and walked back to the couch as the movie began.
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"Momo? I'm back!" Haru announced as she staggered into the house. She could feel dizzier from that wild date. She looked around the house and found Momo on the couch, soundly asleep with a container of barely eaten lasagna on her lap and Breaking Dawn playing on the TV. Coincidentally, Momo had fallen asleep at the vampire-baby-making scene.
"Well, I'm not surprised." Haru said as she walked over to the DVD player and took the disk out. "You must have been really bored, which is why you chose this."
Haru kept the movie, the lasagna and threw away the half-empty Dr Pepper can. She jumped onto the couch, purposely sitting herself on Momo's limbs to wake her up. Momo shrieked at the sudden force on her legs and jolted up. She saw Haru hysterical on the couch and glared at her. "That wasn't nice, Haru!"
"It's the best way to wake you up!" Haru laughed. "Maybe I should teach this method to Toushiro, or does he already have his own method to wake you up? If you know what I mean…"
Momo gasped and slapped Haru on the arm. "Shut up! It's your fault for ditching our super duper sleepover for your date!"
"Aw, are you jealous?" Haru said as a joke as her pinched Momo's cheeks. "If you were so bored, you could have called up Toushiro to have a little before-marriage rah-rah party, instead of watching this crap."
"I can't. Shi-fu said seeing your fiancé the day before your wedding brings bad luck."
"You're so paranoid! Your undying love for each other can't be changed by Confucius or some old phony desperate for earnings. Seriously, who still hires fengshui arrangers in this era?"
"Gross. Anyway, since you already ditched me, tell me all about your date!" Momo demanded.
"Okay. But promise me you won't give me any disgusted remarks." Haru chirped, her voice full of exhilaration. "He's so cute and understanding. I know it may seem like he just wants me for sex, but it's not like that at all. He says that he's too busy listening to my beautiful voice to pay attention to my verbal positions. He's like a real-life Ken!"
"That's all?"
"He did a bunch of other sweet things, but I don't think you would want to hear them, you romance-hater. By the way, you'd be the type to watch something like Alien 3 or Saw. Why the hell are you watching this?"
"Honey, I don't think Alien 3 or Saw exists in your movie drawer. And I was just curious about the movies you watch. It turns out they're all shit that blows you to sleep."
"Twilight was a gift from my aunt. Course I can't throw it away. You should have watched Valentine's Day or something."
"At least Twilight has vampires that eat humans."
"Who's the sicko now? I'm going to take a shower. Meanwhile, go and load Valentine's Day and prepare some real eats. This night is not to be wasted!"
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He turned to the other side of the bed but only felt the empty warmth of Coco's body. He groaned. She was gone, just like that. Of course, he knew where to find her. She was working one of her many odd jobs. He was in her rented one-room apartment, sleeping on her bed, but he was all alone again. Once again, it was another day of wandering about Karakura, reminding himself that it was time for lunch or dinner and mostly doing nothing productive at all. It was no longer an eventful thing for somebody to walk up to him, point at his unoriginal face and announces in a bootlicker tone that he was the CEO dash Chairman of the popular designer label, T&K. It was just annoying. But then again, it was an eventful thing to see the CEO of T&K walking around in torn jeans, worn-out converses and T-shirts spammed with bumper stickers. These, which would never be seen in T&K outlets.
He rolled out of bed, still groggy from getting wasted every other night. It was bad for him, but anything would do to look badass and nothing like a CEO. It was already eleven and there was nothing in the fridge. Irritably, he grabbed his Mazda keys and jacket and left the apartment, without realizing his breath was still contaminated with the stench of alcohol.
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"Madeline, could you please be careful with that couple sculpture?"
"No, I want the flowers to be that corner!"
"Look at what you've done, everything's all messed up now!"
"Chop chop, everyone! We've got half an hour until the bride and groom arrive!"
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Momo knelt at her parents' tablets in her expanded wedding dress. Half-past eleven. She had to remove her gloves, as Haru instructed, so the joss sticks wouldn't magically dirty them. She could hear Haru and her candy man Daisuke making out outside the room as she tried to hold her laughter while paying respects to her parents. She knew she would already be paying respects to them at the wedding together with their son-in-law, but she wanted to do it one last time in her own apartment which would soon become just Haru's apartment. Looking at how Haru and Daisuke were so sexually active, the apartment would probably be empty within a few months.
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. So…I'm getting married today." She mumbled, clutching the ends of the joss sticks. "Yup. Haru, the bad influence, is no longer going to be taking care of your little girl. I just hope that you guys will be there today, even though you probably hate me because I dropped out of college. I reserved VIP seats for you everywhere…so just please give me hope. Lots of love!"
"Oh~ you look beautiful!" Haru chirped when Momo walked out of the room. "She's out, get your cameras ready, camera people!"
"So you were the baby-faced angel that Haru's always been talking about." said Daisuke in an impressed tone.
"You must be Kiyoshi-san."
"Just call me Dai, peach-kins."
Momo blushed at the nickname. Haru and Daisuke led Momo downstairs to the lobby so that the photographers could do their jobs and Toushiro could break his jaws at how amazing Momo looked after Haru's two-hour grooming. Dropping out of college to start a spa was actually beneficial in some ways. After taking probably a hundred pictures of Momo herself, Momo with Toushiro, Momo with Haru, Momo with Haru and candy man, they both finally got on their respective limousines, although Momo was actually hoping she could sit in the same one as Haru. The limousines all looked the same and were equally spacious, except for the couple's which was nicely decorated, but quite exaggerating too.
There was an awkward silence in the well-decorated limousine reserved for the couple. The chauffer daren't say anything when the wealthy couple was silent. Toushiro was fidgeting and shaking with exhilaration as he was, in his mind, hurrying the chauffeur so he and Momo could be man and wife a little sooner. After five years of flowers and chocolates and hugging and kissing, they were finally going to have a legal name to it. On the other hand, Momo was suppressing tears as her mind kept rewinding the scene where Haru was entering another limousine with candy man as she waved to Momo as if it seemed like it was farewell. There was always a bright side though – Momo would still be able to visit Haru…if she could ever find time after beginning work at T&K. That was another reason why she should get pregnant, to see her best friend more often.
It didn't take Toushiro long to realize the teardrops hiding behind his bride-to-be's bangs. "Hey, you okay?"
Momo quickly sat up and dried her tears. "Yeah. Just…yawning."
"Momo…" He put his hand on hers.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm crying tears of joy!"
"It's Haru, isn't it?"
Momo nodded. "Fine, yeah."
"You're complaining, aren't you?"
"I just don't understand what advantage there is in letting me, a no-brainer in fashion, to work in T&K. It doesn't make sense."
"It's a family thing. My mom was a feces sculptor before she got married."
"I don't think I needed to know that."
He chuckled. "Just kidding."
"I'm so telling your mom."
"Yeah, yeah. But really, don't worry about it anymore. There's always a bright side, right?"
CRASH!
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"Half-past twelve…why aren't they here yet?"
XXX
He was drinking and driving. Once again, he was unwounded, but others weren't. His Mazda's front had dented the Ferrari's back and he was still groggy and didn't want to come out of the car to call the ambulance. Passers-by began to gather around the Ferrari, curious about the injuries of the victims, but didn't bother to look into the careless Mazda. This feeling of not being loved made his blood boil, which made him more eager to reverse and hit the Ferrari a few more times before driving off. But how would that benefit him anyway?
Just when he finally got rid of the laziness to reverse and drive off, an ambulance arrived on the other side of the road. The Ferrari door was opened and a white-haired young man fell out of the car as if he was made out of jelly. There was a bit of blood dripping from his forehead and temples and his legs looked dislocated. A brunette was put on a stretcher on the other side of the car, her injury much worse. At least the white-haired man still seemed like he was breathing. There was a pool of blood on the road that most likely belonged to the woman's head.
"Tou…Toushiro…?" He mumbled as he tried to take a closer look of the white-haired man.
"Shit!" When he realized it was indeed his twin, he quickly reversed and drove off. He was panicking, so he barely had time to consider whether he should just escape or follow them to the hospital and let the paramedics believe in doppelgangers. What had he done?
Sorry for the short chapter and abruptness…I was just so excited to finally write this part. I'm sure all of you wouldn't like aimless long-winded romance before the big part, right? Oh btw…ToushiroxMomo or KunoshiroxMomo? If you are not a judgmental person, you would agree that they are different. Let me know in your reviews! :)
Seriously…I have no idea what goes on in an adult's mind. No, I don't consider myself an adult because I don't have my own credit card, my own house, my own furniture or my own career…but I have to pay adult prices for everything. -.- Anyway, getting back to the story, I don't know if my parents' expectations are impossibly high or they really have nothing to do.
Using an electronic (computer, phone etc): "WTH ARE YOU DOING! GO DO YOUR !*^& (* !&* HOMEWORK NOOOOOWWWW!"
Doing homework: "WTF GO AND DO THE CHORES THEN GO DO YOUR HOMEWORK! CHORES ARE WAY MORE IMPORTANT!"
Doing chores: "DAMMIT YOU ARE SO SLOW AND USELESS!"
I think all of us 21st century kids have a Nile-long list of "What not to do to my children in the future." This seems quite immature to say so, but it's sometimes both funny and embarrassing to look back on all the immature crap you did in the past. ^^
