Yes, I reposted this chapter, because I needed to do a few changes in this chapter.
To Scrunchy and zoofreak, sorry, but I wasn't able to use your ideas. They were good ideas but no matter how I looked at them, there were problems.
To Luna Addictus? Thanks for the praise! You sent me onto cloud 9! Maybe even higher!! Same goes for Birdi 13 in da house! Thank you so much!
And lastly to all my so-far-still-faithful readers, thank you for your support so far!
You guys are my inspiration!! (cries with overwhelming joy) Enjoy this chapter and those coming!!
P.S.: the sentences in brackets are some stupid things I had to put in.
blabla: some other person
blabla: me! a.k.a. D.C.
P.S.S.: The places mentioned in this chapter and those after are fictional, so please don't take much notice.
Hiruma stared at his laptop, a number of windows showing various websites. All the information he could dig up was of her while she in Japan. Taking a sip of his coffee, he pushed his hair back (his sexy… hot hair…D.C., pull yourself together!!! Huh? Wha?! Get on with it!! Oh yea! Sorry bout that!) and sighed before resuming his typing… a.k.a. hacking After half an hour later, a new window popped up and a demonic grin spread across his face before he grabbed his jacket and went out. 'I'm sure I can still get a flight ticket at this time… exactly 3:27a.m.,' he thought, little black book safely in his pocket. 'I haven't used this in quite some time.'
"Er, Mam? I can give you change if yo-" "No, no, young lady. I have quite sum of small change in here. I'm sure I have a penny somewhere..." An old lady was insisting on paying the exact amount and was looking for a single penny in her humongous purse. It must have been twenty minutes by then and Mamori would have strangled the old lad had she not been the polite person she was. She heard the bell above the bakery door jingle and she looked up cheerfully to see her mother. "Hi, dear. I was wondering if you had some time-" she was cut short when she saw her daughter frantically pointing at the old lady and mouthing the words, 'Help me!' Her mother sneaked up behind the unsuspecting woman and slid a penny onto the counter. "Oh, look! There's penny right there!" faked Mamori. "Ah, so there is! I told you I had one somewhere!"
When the old lady left, Mamori and her mother occupied the nearest empty table and chatted for a bit. "So what brings you here?" Mamori asked, finally. "Well," Mrs. Anezaki didn't break eye contact with her daughter as she took a slip of paper from her pocket and placed it right in front of Mamori. "Elaine called me a few days ago and she told me about your problem. If you miss him that much, you should go back to him. Don't torture yourself this way, dear!"
"But, Mom!" Mrs. Anezaki rested a hand on her daughter's, "I know you need time to think, so the flight's in a week. Whatever you choose, I hope it's the right thing," kissing Mamori's forehead, she gave her an encouraging smile before leaving the bakery. Mamori pocketed the ticket before returning to her duty as a cashier. She was about to greet the next person when she saw the same old lady, "Can I help you, mam?" 'Please, no… please, no!' "How much is a slice of chocolate cake?" "$1.99…" (It's supposed to be pounds, but I can't get the symbol…) "Oh, I'm sure I have four pennies in here somewhere…" 'Lord, save me!'
Day 1 (Yes, the day counts have once again begun! Muahahahaha!!!)
"You're what?!" (there's a lot of yelling in this chapter, don't you think?) Musashi was unlucky to have Kurita behind him instead of Yukimitsu, who was walking beside him… was. His cellphone escaped mishap, but his sudden stop caused him to get… er… squashed (?). Managing to pull his head out, "You're boarding the plane now? Already?!" "Keep your stubbles on, fucking old man!" "But I thought you only just got the tickets this morning!" "So?" Hiruma's voice was so calm and he stated it so matter-of-factly that Musashi could've screamed his head of had he not been so cool.
"Couldn't you have warned us fir-?" "Whoa, my flight's here. See ya in a week!" "Hiruma!" But he had hung up. 'This guy…' he sighed and got up… that is, he tried to. Yukimitsu was still attempting to push Kurita off him, and he had just realized the pressure on him, 'Here comes the pain!'
Hiruma was dozing in his window seat when he was awoken by the stewardess, "Excuse me, sir, we'll be landing soon. We need all the passengers to buckle up." Hiruma saw the sun shining outside and nodded thanks. He had gone through the past couple of hours with thinning patience. There was a snoring fat man who was full of gas and leaned his chair a wee bit too far back in front of him and a lady with a crying baby behind him. After the baby discovered him, he was lucky he wasn't bald and that his ears were still intact… such sweet memories.
When he finally left the airport, he swore he saw a bright light and a choir singing somewhere in the back… He rode a taxi to a hotel where he had booked a room before slumping onto his bed. 'Peace… that's exactly what I need right now,' he thought… thought. Loud music, laughter, screams and crashes exploded from upstairs and the renovators just began fixing the new shelves in the next room… on the dividing wall… with hammers. 'Fuck,' that was all Hiruma could think as he hurriedly changed into a black turtleneck, dark blue denim jeans, and black and white sneakers, slipping on his locket before grabbing his favorite black jacket and sunglasses and heading out (for those wondering, he changed his socks, okay?).
As a mode of transportation, he was going to ride (shiver dare I say it?) the Tube. He found himself seated between a man with a very, very spoilt child and a head-banging teenager listening to some heavy rock on his iPod (I shall let you imagine the torture he had to go through) added with the ever-growing pain in his backside. He arrived in Trafalgar Square sometime after and would have kissed the ground had there not been a piece of dog crap right in front of him… hehe. 'I'll start looking here...,' he thought, and so, he began his search with the help of a map. 'According to the address I obtained, she used to live in an apartment around here... maybe the current residents could tell me where she is now,' so he knocked on the oak door. A friendly looking old lady opened the door and smiled up at him (can you guess who? wink), 'How can I help you, young man?' Hiruma gave her his friendly smile (the one he used during the Sport's Day, the lady doesn't know, right?) and said, "Good evening, mam. I'm an old friend of Ms. Mamori Anezaki. She used to live here and I was wondering if you knew where she's living now." "Oh, yes, I know her. Such a sweet little thing, she is. I don't know where she's living now, but she works in a bakery called... what was it... ah yes, 'Sunny Cottage Bakery' in Covent Garden. Why don't you come in for a moment, you look tired! I have some milk and cookies" "No, its okay! Thank you, mam." "My pleasure, young man. Drop by if you have time!" "Sure, have a nice day!" 'As if...' he thought, waving to the old lady. He dropped the 'happy-smiley' act as soon as he was sure she couldn't see him. 'Such a nice young man...' thought the old lady, still smiling and closing the door.
But at that time, the sun was setting. 'The store would probably be closed by the time I get there... I'll check it out tomorrow...' so with determination that he find her the next day, he went back to the hotel.
Day 2
He could hear the songs of the twittering birds and soft rays of sunshine lighted the room. A gentle breeze played with his dark locks and autumn leaves drifted by the window. Hiruma gazed at the swaying branches of the tree outside his window ... until he realized something.
'Since when was there a tree outside my window?' Strike One!
'I usually wake up at dawn, its almost noon!' Strike Two!
Hiruma sat up and looked around incredulously, 'This isn't my room!!' Strike Three! You're out!!
"Oh right... I'm in London. It must be jet lag..." he said aloud (for an intelligent person, that took him quite some time, don't you think?).
Hiruma went to the bathroom to wash his face (yes, that includes bathing, using the toilet and brushing his teeth. I know someone will be asking) before changing into another black turtleneck with 3/4 white sleeves and brown jeans (and yes, Scrunchy. He changed hid socks and his undies, okay?). Slipping on his sneakers and black shades, he grabbed his favourite jacket and went out.
Hiruma was lucky the Tube wasn't so full when he got in. But when he got to the bakery, the cashier told him that Mamori was off-duty that day. Slightly dispirited, Hiruma settled on a bench and watched a trio playing violins in a square. A small smile played on his lips as he let the music relax him. Unknown to him, the cashier, Matt, was watching him from behind the glass window. He had shoulder-length black hair which parted on the right and covered his left eye (if you're wondering, it's like Ichimoku Ren's from Jigoku Shoujo). His eyes were a dark shade of hazel and he had a white stud on each ear (I'm crazy about guys with piercings! X3). 'Should I tell him?' he thought. When he saw Hiruma stand up, he asked his co-worker to take over his job for a moment and went out to him. "Sir?" Hiruma turned to face him with a slightly confused expression, "Can I help you?" "She lives in Kilburn Park, not so far from here." Hiruma raised an eyebrow, but kept listening.
Before heading over to the address he had obtained, he needed to wake himself up with some coffee, he may be a demon, but he still suffered from jet lag (though not noticeably). Plus, he was a little hungry. 'Red Clover, huh?' he thought, and going into the first café he could see and ordering himself a cup of sweet, sweet black coffee (okay, if I said 'bitter, bitter' it would be just strange now wouldn't it?) along with a single butter crossaint (I love crossaints, don't you?) before relaxing in one of the booths, the soft music in the back soothing his tense mind. He put his jacket beside him and rested his shades on his head before sipping his relaxing coffee… tried to that is. He nearly scorched his throat and had it not been to the fact that he never even flinched in pain, he would've have reacted by dropping the cup and scorching his legs as well. Instead, he gently blew the surface of the drink and placed the cup back on the counter. He picked up the crossaint and began eating.
He was staring out the window, long fingers playing with the steam emitting from the beverage ran when a blue eyed blond slid into the seat opposing him, "Hey, I know everyone who comes here, and you look new. Live nearby?" Hiruma gave her a quick glance and chose to ignore her, wrapping a hand around his cup to check its heat, still hot. The girl was wearing a light blue round-collared sleeveless under a white hoodie with matching tracks and white sneakers. Her hair went down to her waist and her nails were painted a soft pink. She also wore a white wristband with a light blue stripe around it on her right wrist. The girl didn't seem to mind the fact that she was being ignored and continued asking, "You a tourist? What's your name?" Silence. "Okay, Frostbite, just answer this then. Why are you here?"
Hiruma downed the entire cup of now warm coffee with one swig before looking at her straight in the eyes, "I'm looking for someone," then he grabbed his jacket, pulled his shades over his eyes and left. 'Sexy…' she thought, noting his tall, not-so-muscular figure as he turned a corner and vanish. (I agree with the blond babe, Hiruma is adorable!! Shut up and get on with it.)
Elaine had just come back from the gym and come out of the shower in her dressing gown and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban when she heard her phone ring, "Hello?" "Hi, Elaine? Its me, Nikki! You have no idea who I met in the Red Clover!!" came a sing-song voice. Sitting in front of her vanity mirror, Elaine set the phone on loud-speaker before wiping her hair and brushing it, "Who, a new date? What did he look like?" "No, but he was 100 hot! He must have been a foreigner…"
Elaine began applying some mascara and lipstick on, "Continue, I'm still listening." "For one thing, he seems to have a thing for black. He had high cheekbones, an angular face and I swear he had pointed ears! Even his nose was pointy, but it made him look good," Elaine paused for a moment, 'These descriptions sound familiar, like Mamori's boyfriend or something,' "Interesting, anything else?" Nikki seemed all too eager to keep going, "He had these stylish studs on and the sexiest green eyes I have ever seen! Not to mention a hot bod! Hehehe…" Nikki was giggling herself silly on the other line when Elaine asked another question, 'I have to be sure!' "What color was his hair?"
"Hm… It was jet black and seemed ruffled and windswept. I'd do anything to get my hands on him! He looks like the sort of guy who only appears once in a million years, I think!" Elaine had pulled on a white top and a short denim skirt when she was thinking, 'Mamori said her boyfriend dyed his hair blond, he might have changed it… I have to tell her!' She returned the speaker to 'normal' before speaking right into the mouthpiece, "Hey, Nikki? I need to call Mamori about something, catch you later! By the way, give it up, the dude's already taken," "Wait, what? Elaine! Don't you dare hang up on me!!" Beep…beep…beep…'Sorry, Nikki. Its for your own good,' she thought, dialing Mamori.
"Hello?"
"Mamori! There's something I need to tell you, Nikki found someone I think you'd be interested in!"
Hiruma was walking down a fairly-busy street, humming a tune he had heard in the taxi earlier, enjoying the change of atmosphere and scenery. He reached a semi-large pool and gazed at his reflection inside, where hundreds of glittering coins lay scattered. Keeping his left hand in his pocket, he pulled a penny from his right pocket and tossed it in, 'Let me find her….' When the ripples subsided, he saw an addition to the reflections in the pond.
He turned in surprise (not that he showed all of it) to see a girl with long auburn hair and blue eyes standing beside him. She was wearing a light green V-collared long-sleeved T-shirt over a soft yellow undershirt and white slacks. A dark blue denim (I love denim!) jacket kept her warm and she wore cream sandals, but what caught his eyes was her silver locket, hanging from her neck by a black string. She was smiling gently at the fountain, her eyes glistening with the light reflecting of the rippling waters. When she finally looked at him, no words were said.
By the way, for those who don't know? The Tube is the type of underground train they use in London. It's damn boring cuz there's nothing to see outside the windows, but the experience was fun! XD
No, Hiruma will never find his sunglasses, never.
To any British people reading this chapter, please don't take offense! I wanted this chapter to be a bit funny cuz I was bored!
Re-post8/11/07
Some readers were unsatisfied by the old version, and tell you the truth, I wasn't satisfied with it either. Sorry for the inconvenience!