EDWARD CULLEN HAS NOTHING ON YUKIMURA

Chika thought she should be getting ready for her date. She looked at the clock that says it was already 10am but she did not dare move from her seat. She looked back at the sandwich she made for herself. She made it about an hour ago yet she still hasn't taken a bite from it.

The bread, the ham, the vegetables, everything in that sandwich was bought by Niou. That night when he told her he'd buy their dinner, this was what he brought back.

But her mind wasn't on that night. She was hardly conscious back then anyway. No, her mind was on that Thursday afternoon. She didn't know how to read that situation.

She remembered how scared she got when Niou slipped. She thought he was going to hit his head or something. Then he grabbed on to her and managed to bring her along on that fall.

At first, Chika knew it was an accident. His lips were pressing hers. She knew it was an accident but when she was about to push him off, he started kissing her.

Why did he kiss me? And why did I kiss back?

She frowned at the sandwich.

Niou didn't even explain why he did it. He just started kissing her and she didn't have the strength to push him away. She didn't even know how she had the strength to stand up after that. Her knees felt like they disappeared.

But the worst part was, Niou just stood up and walked away, not even giving her an explanation for his actions.

No matter where you look at it, when a guy kisses you and just walks away, a girl should get hurt.

"Ugh" Chika grumbled, taking a furious bite off her sandwich.

I felt stupid, staring at his back the whole time when classes started… he can't say it wasn't a kiss because his lips were moving… ugh, and so were mine.

Without realizing it, Chika was tracing her lips, suddenly remembering the sensation Niou gave her. She closed her eyes, slapping herself mentally for indulging the fact that she enjoyed the kiss. She wanted to tell herself that the kiss was horrible and that Niou was a bad kisser but that would be lying to herself.

Chika shook her head, getting rid of the thought.

I have to forget about it. It obviously didn't mean anything to him so I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. Besides, it would be wrong if I thought about it during my date with Yukimura-san. That would be rude of me.

With that set in her mind, she munched on the sandwich then got ready for the date.

Dazzling, that was the only word that can describe Yukimura. He was not only called Demigod because of his tennis skill but also because of his stunning looks. He was the ultimate pretty boy and I meant it when I said pretty.

Most girls who walked past him couldn't help but to look back. Some were with their boyfriends and most were older than Yukimura yet it wasn't an excuse not to ogle him. He was just too godlike to just be standing there.

Chika felt a bit awkward and out of place. Standing beside Yukimura in school was different than standing beside him on a date. If it wasn't enough that he was so pretty, the fact that it was a date added more pressure to her. And much worse, it was her first date.

"Uhm…" Chika started, not knowing what to say.

No matter how dazzling Yukimura was, Chika was thinking of some other guy. This guy was responsible for messing up her mind.

"It's already lunch. Would you like to go grab a bite to eat first?"

Chika just nodded followed Yukimura. Yukimura was a gentleman; he walked beside her and prevented other people from bumping into her.

"The weather is fine isn't it" Yukimura started, not sure what to say himself.

Chika looked at him with an amused expression "Yes, it is quite nice"

Yukimura smiled too, chuckling slightly "You have to forgive me. I'm not quite sure what to do on dates"

Chika chuckled as well and nodded "Don't worry, if you mess up I won't notice since I'll probably be messing up myself"

"That's a relief" Yukimura answered "Although I wasn't even sure why Niou set this up"

"He says we have a lot in common"

Yukimura opened the door for Chika and even pulled the seat for her. Chika was not sure how to react with this. She usually gets irritated when Yagyuu does this for her but for some reasons, she couldn't find it in her to get irritated with Yukimura. He was just too overwhelming for her. She didn't know how to react

"Ah, yes, he did mention you love plants"

"And I think that's his definition of a lot in common"

Yukimura chuckled again "then why don't we see if his assumption is correct"

The waitress approached them and asked for their order. Chika was so sure the waitress was judging her. She worked in a café too and has heard a few shares of insults especially when the girl's date is a handsome guy. That didn't really feel nice but she didn't want it to ruin her day.

Yukimura was only amused to see that Chika wasn't the typical girl who'd be demurred on the first date since she ordered a double deluxe cheeseburger and fries. Chika's image made him think she'd order a salad instead.

"I'll just have what she ordered" Yukimura said, returning the menu to the waitress.

When the waitress was gone, Yukimura turned his full attention to his date. She looked as if she was trying to get rid of something in her head, like an addicting song that was stuck in your head that you just wanted to get rid of.

"Yukimura-san, how come you agreed with Masaharu-san on this date?"

Yukimura smiled meaningfully "I thought it would be a good experience"

Chika nodded.

"How about you? Why did you agree?"

Niou, Niou, Niou… I should really stop thinking about his hidden intentions on that kiss… I should focus on the matter at hand.

"It seems I have lost the ability to say no to him" Chika admitted

"Well he is quite an overwhelming person"

Yeah, very overwhelming that he even get me to kiss him back…

Chika nearly sighed, wanting to bang her head on the table for thinking about it again.

"Yukimura-san, what do people even do on dates?" Chika asked

Yukimura chuckled again. "I have no idea. I guess they just go to places and talk"

"Talk about?"

"Each other I suppose"

Chika nodded "So then we should talk about each other?"

Yukimura nodded "Why don't we start with your favorites. Let's see if a conversation starts then"

"Okay, what kinds of music do you like? Or rather, what's your favorite music?"

Yukimura answered almost instantly "Symphony No. 4 in E minor by Johannes Brahms, have you heard it?"

To be honest, Chika has heard it but she didn't like it. She fell asleep as soon as she listened to it. Classical music does that to her.

"I'm afraid not, I'm more into Bebop"

"Ah, jazz. You and Niou have the same taste in music"

Niou again? Is it just me or are all our conversations just end up with Masaharu-san?

"Masaharu-san likes jazz?"

Okay, why am I fueling it? Why do I even sound like I'm so interested?

"His MP3 is filled with jazz music so I assumed" Yukimura answered "So it seems our tastes in music are different, what about books. I heard you like reading books"

"I like mystery books; I like how a detective has so many means to solve a case… what about you Yukimura-san?"

"I like poetry anthologies, particularly from France"

And so they ate like that. Asking questions about each other's likes and dislikes. So far, none of their favorites have matched each other. Yukimura likes classics, poetry, art and Godard films while Chika is fond of Bebop, suspense and mystery, music and – strange enough – gangster and assassin films. Yukimura disliked chemistry but Chika adored it. He likes pale blue, she likes orange. So far, the only common thing about them is their fondness in plants and mathematics.

They headed next to the art gallery where an impressionist display was currently on. Yukimura became Chika's guide as he explained details about each painting and even told her the materials used. She was impressed and at the same time dumbstruck. She had the faintest idea about art. Well she did but she wasn't that well versed on the topic.

The date wasn't exactly a disaster but it wasn't a success either. Both parties concluded that they were much better as being just friends.

Chika thought that even if they did have everything in common, it would still end up as how it is. First of all, her mind was not set on the date; second, Yukimura was too overwhelming for her that she couldn't feel comfortable; and lastly, she didn't want Yukimura's fan girls to kill her.

Yukimura walked Chika home which ended the 'date'.


Author's rant:

I know, the date sucked. it was so short but i just thought if two people who felt awkward with each other had a date, they'd want to end it as soon as possible.

oh and about the kiss... yes, it was a kiss. niou thought it was nothing but he did kiss her. and it was a real kiss. he just didnt know because his mind suddenly went blank. i'm not just writing this for the convenience of the story, these things actually do happen. it's not a mental illness, it's just the brain's way to control stress. it's funny how the brain works.

i promise, the next chapter would be long, or kinda long, about 2,000+ words, not including my rant.

anyway, thanks for reading up to this chapter. thanks for those who put this as a favorite, and thank you so much for those who reviewed.

ah, yeah, about the capitalization... sorry about that. i tend to get lazy sometimes, i'll work on it (more like, i'll try to be less lazy) and about chika's character, hmmm... her traits are actually from someone i know. she's indifferent most of the time so it's really hard to grasp her character. that's what i was trying to write, how indifferent chika is to other people. like she's there, people know her, people notice her but that's it, she's just there. not exactly invisible but way too detached to others. when people take interest in her, she wont have trouble adjusting, she'll just have trouble opening up. that's what i'm trying to do. show only very few bits of her. i want the readers to discover who she is the same time as niou does. ugh... oh my gosh, i sound like i'm just making excuses... anyway, i'll try better. hopefully, she'll get to reveal more on the next chapter. sorry, i didn't really like a character who stands out too much