Morning.
The first word that comes to my mind as soon as I opened my eyes from a slumber. It's… somewhat different today, not after last night's event with Remilia. There's no denying the joy that I have in my heart here, I really am happy. We got home a little late last night, I remembered getting slightly drunk; enough to make me drive home slowly. Clutching my head, I can still feel the little bit of aftermath of last night's wine.
Standing up, I am greeted by a sight that is uncommon to me until today. My apartment is not that big, yet it's not too small either. It's enough to fit a kitchen, a living room and a bedroom in one setting. I can see Remilia on the corner, sleeping next to Flandre with her belly button exposed. She's a lady and all but I've never heard of a lady that sleeps like that. As for the little blonde devil herself, she's sleeping next to her sister peacefully, lightly snoring. I find it adorable.
My silver haired partner is asleep next to me, her face showing the most vulnerable expression that she could ever make. Still, I'm surprised to find out that Sakuya-san sleeps while dressing lightly. On her stay here, I managed to buy her some sleepwear, but she prefers to sleep with my clothes on. I find that hot. Really, hot.
The purple haired magician, still out cold even after a few days of sleeping, is taking her—what I'd like to call it—hibernation on the other corner of the room, all sprawled up with the futon messy. I haven't aired that futon for about a few days now, maybe I should replace a fresh one later… but for now, I have my own self to worry about. Without even feeling, much less touching, I know that my hair is a complete mess. It's been a few months ever since I've cut my hair; I probably need to go and visit the barber later.
I made my way quietly to the veranda, seeing that it is the most suitable place for me to take my morning smoke. Sliding open the glass door as slowly as I can, I am careful on not to wake my... eh… guests… up. I closed it back in place, slowly. The morning sun is rising, just like an everyday thing in Japan. Japan is a nice place… but my mother's hometown is even sunnier, and hotter.
Pulling out a stick of cigar from a box which I keep inside my pants' pocket, I am ready to get myself a smoke. But unfortunately, disturbance comes when you least expected it.
VRR VRR
The vibration in my pants is irritating. A phone call, this early in the morning. In a summer holiday and a phone call this early? Who in Japan would do something like that? Delaying the cigar, I pick up my phone whilst it's still vibrating. I slide open the screen, before looking at the caller's ID.
"Who…?" an unknown number. Man, I've been getting a lot of these recently. A yakuza gang leader called me before, what next, a police officer? Shaking my head at the ridiculous thought, I did so while bringing the phone close to my ear. "Hello, who is this?"
"Good morning, is this Rei-san?" a man's voice; he sounds as if he's in his thirties.
"Yes, it is me. May I know who's calling?"
"We are from the police department and we would like to have a few words with you, if you have the time."
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Me and my smartass brain…
"Hello, hello? Rei-san, are you still there?"
"Ah, hello? Yes, I'm still here. I apologize. Sure, I will visit the police station later." Like hell I would… "But if I may ask, why is it am I needed there?"
"About that, we would like to have a talk regarding the topic at place, if you don't mind." That means I'll have to go there either way…
"Of course, I don't mind."
"If you're okay with it. Then, I apologize for calling you this early Rei-san."
"Un."
I closed the line immediately. My eyes are darting side to sides, upwards and downwards… no… I shouldn't be nervous. I don't have anything I should be worrying about in the first place… right? Think, think… what made the police suddenly call me… was it because of that alleyoop incident with Remilia? Or was it—
"F…M…L…" I can feel my knees giving off, I slumped backwards unto the glass door behind me. "No… it can't possibly be because of that, right? I mean, I knew I did something wrong but…" my mind just can't keep on processing thoughts. It's almost as if I'm making up scenes in my mind.
The so called 'party' that that yakuza prince Jun invited me to… what other scenario fits this situation other than that one?
Have they found out that I was one of the people involved in that incident? The thought isn't impossible but from the number of people who attended… it should have been almost impossible to distinguish me. I wasn't even one of the important people out there! My only connection there was Jun, and there's no way in hell would that guy rat me out to the police… wait… if it isn't Jun, then who? I didn't stood out much, did I? And if I were to remember correctly, I wasn't even there for long.
But anyway, there's no use thinking too much about the event. I need to think about later; I need a plan. It is a hundred percent sure that I'll be interrogated as soon as I reached the police station. High probabilities are that they'll start directing me into the story, which means that they'll make me spill everything that I know without even having to ask direct and obvious questions.
How can I counter an interrogation done by professionals? And even if I can, it's still the police station I'll be at; there's no way getting out of there without suffering serious aftermaths. Getting inside, I know for sure that they would want me to start talking about the event. That, I know. Second, I need to be smart. I need to smart and careful at the same time. I'll answer them; but only what they don't want me to say. Third, I'll finally tell them the summary of my lie; perfecting it into a level so high that it actually fits their supposed description of the matter.
That is the only plan I can think of right now… I'd still got a few hours to prepare, I'd probably need to practice my speech and expression in front of the mirror. Yeah, like that will change the fact of how nervous I am right now.
Taking a short and quick breath, I pushed myself to my feet. I can't afford to be weak minded here; because I know as hell that something serious is going to come out of this if I'm not focused enough. The slightest mistake could really finish me off way faster than that last boss at that bullet hell game that I used to play.
So with a hard head and expression, I went inside to wake up the rest of myhousemates and prepare breakfast.
"Um? What do you mean you might not be coming home tonight?"
"Uh… well you know what they say: you don't choose the thug life, the thug life chooses you."
"Please don't joke on the table while we are eating."
"…Yes ma'am."
"Hehehe… Onii-san got scolded~"
"…" dammit kid. Not being able to say anything, I slumped back to my chair. Sakuya cooked us eggs and bacons for breakfast; not that I mind because after hearing what I just heard at the phone, I don't feel so hungry anymore. Using my fork, I poked the yolk of my egg letting it spill. "I don't feel like eating… I want coffee…" I groaned out tiredly.
"Haah…" I heard Sakuya-san sigh. "Wait a minute, I'll prepare one for you." She placed her eating utensils on the table, pausing her eating to make my coffee. She then walks to the kitchen, where she is going to make my cup of joe'.
"Thankies…"
"It's really impressive that you've managed to get along so well with my maid…" Remilia took a moment to pause eating, commenting while looking at me dryly. "Sakuya is not the type of person to be persuaded easily for an outsider like you…"
Without looking at Remi, I raised my fork and points it at her with bacon stuck at the end of it. "That's just the thing, Remilia… I'm not an outsider. I'm an insider get it?—GAAH!"…Even while she is not in scene, Sakuya-san still managed to find a way on preventing me from saying unnecessary things. That ladle sure is strong…
While I am wallowing in pain and having to deal with the impact of laughter coming from Flandre, I felt my phone buzzing from inside my pocket. Dryly, I reached for my phone and stares at the screen. It's a message. I'm surprised… it's been a long time ever since I've gotten a message from someone. My eyes perk up at seeing the contact's ID.
"What do that idiot wants…" I slide open the message, a hint of irritation dripping from my voice. The message screen pops up, and I waste no time on reading what's written on the screen. "Oh no… no no no no no!" standing up, I rushed towards the door, grabbing my jacket while doing so.
"Hey, where are you going!" I heard Sakuya-san's voice calling out.
"Meeting a friend! Or an asshole, whatever." I closed the door shut, before walking down the stairs of my apartment to meet said 'friend/asshole'. I walked outside my apartment compound, glancing left to right, I'm looking for something… or someone in this case. Then, from the corner of my eyes, I saw a figure dressed in black peeking out of the corner of the street I'm at. Sighing while face palming inwardly, I could only wish I could commend him for his sneaking.
I walk towards the seeming suspicious figure, careful on not making too much sound. I got within two feet from him, and I'm even more disappointed when he hasn't felt my presence even at this range. Without the slightest hint of care, I tapped on him on the shoulder, getting a rather amusing reaction.
"WAAAH! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS! I'm not a Yakuza or anyth—it's you! You jerk! I nearly died from a heart attack there!"
I was quick to retort. "You're the jerk here! What's with this message, huh!?" I shove my phone's screen up his face. "This message says 'HELP' in bold letters! I thought you're halfway to Kyoto in a car while being chased by cops for God's sake! Or worse, I thought that you're buried alive six feet underground in a coffin and no way out! And don't be creeping up around my place, it's damn creepy, freak."
"Wha—anyway, shh!" he grabbed me at the collar. "You need to hide me man! I'm being chased right now!" he hissed stressfully at me.
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"Wait! Don't leave me alone dammit, Rei! This is your bro Jun here, oi!"
About five feet away from him, I slapped myself on the face for not being able to stop myself from hearing his excuse. "Urgh…" I turned around. "Dammit Jun!" I walked briskly to him, grabbing his collar in return. "I got call this morning not too long ago, by who? By the police. The motherfucking police. I don't know why they called me, but I think you get the idea."
"What, they called you because you went streakin' or someth—GAH MY NOSE, MY NOSE!"
"No you ninny! What else would they wanna talk about aside from that incident a few weeks back, huh?! That 'Yakuza gathering bullshit that's all over the news'!" I nearly shouted.
"Shit! That's fucked up!"
"Of course it is!" I can't hold back anymore.
"No, no, but listen! This is serious, way more serious… anyway, if they did call you for that reason, you should be okay. They'll probably question you about what happened there. Just tell them that you're at the wrong place and at the wrong time, you'll be fine like that." This guy… I can't believe he's calm. "Anyway, you gotta hide me man! I'm not being chased by the cops!"
"Then who?!"
"My fiancée's bodyguards!"
…And I hit him right on the kisser.
"Okay… Okay… just… explain it to me slowly, this time." I cannot resist the urge to pinch my forehead. Seated on a bench in a nearby park, I have my so called 'friend' Jun, sitting beside me. I have a can of cold coffee in my hand, while he has his milk tea. We decided to talk it out, instead of shouting in the middle of the complex like it's the apocalypse.
"Haah…" that sigh that Jun let out, I know that it's heavy. "It's… fucked up beyond all repair, I tell you man. Okay, it went like this: After you dropped me off at Shibuya weeks ago, things were fine. Fine until the next week which was yesterday. I got a call from one of my dad's men, Tohyama-san, or whoever he is, he called me telling that I need to meet up with my fiancée today, later evening at a restaurant."
I gripped on my drink hard, bending the canned container. "Then why the hell did you have to ask my help for this? In fact, shouldn't you be glad that you finally got a girl of your own, huh?" I asked.
To my surprise, Jun shook his head. "No, no. You don't get it do you man… when us, people who's parents are either a crime lord or politician, got an arranged marriage, it's always with people of the same industry! Which means that I'm getting married to a possibly ugly ass chick from another group!"
"Then what's wrong with that? Won't that bring, you know, unity between both groups?"
"No you dummy." I twitched right there. "Think about it like this: if this bitch is smarter than me—
"Which is obviously a yes."
"Shuddup. Anyway, if this bitch is sneaky, she'll aim for the money instead. She'll slowly overturn my group when it's my time leading and slowly bring her family's name on top! I can't let that happen!"
"You mean overthrowing your family like that? Like in those sucky and cliché nineties mafia films?"
"Yup. And screw you, those movies are good."
I don't even know what to say. This guy interrupted my morning due to his huge ass paranoia? I don't know if I should laugh or be pissed right now. "You know Jun, they say opportunities come at the least expected moments. Why not meet this girl, I'm sure she's a sweetheart, no?"
Looking dejected, Jun sighs. "Okay… I'll meet her, but you must be one of my bodyguards!"
"THE FUCK?! Hell no you fucker! I need to go to the police station, remember? Duh."
He gave me his easy going grin. "Relax, I can just send a guy who looks like you later. Just get this guy filled with what to say and boom, you'll be there and not there at the same time."
"Sometimes, I don't know whether you're stupid or dumber." I muttered dryly. "Anyway, no way. I can't just leave home and go with you to your marriage interview and shit."
"Why not? It's not like you're living with someone in your place, right?"
I looked away, actually. "Yeah, about that…"
"No… don't tell me…" I found myself being gripped right at the collar by Jun. "You have a girl in there with you?!"
"Yeah I do! She's my girlfriend, you got a problem with that?!" I shouted in retort. Well… my girlfriend and her family actually, but I wasn't planning on telling him that. I pushed him off from my face, giving him a glare. "It's impossible! It's final, I just… can't. okay?"
"Please man, just do this one last favor, please please!" he started to prostate himself in front of me while begging. Now I know that this is a custom in Japanese tradition but no matter how many times people have done it, it still feels wrong for me. Grimacing, I know that I must not let myself deeper into deep waters. Besides, what good would I be if I were to come there with him as a body guard? It just didn't make sense.
"Okay… okay." Wrong choice of words, actually. I got him gripping my shoulders instantly.
"You will?! Thank you so much man!"
I quickly shove his face away from mine, mumbling curses for my own weakness of not being able to reject Jun's request. God, I need to learn how to say no… Sighing, I speak, "I will help you but, you must answer my question."
"Um!" well aren't you enthusiastic…
"First." I raised a finger. "Are you sure that you are not in trouble with the government, police, secret service etc?"
"Yes!"
"Second." Another finger. "What good would it be for me to be there? Don't you have… you know… more capable people of accompanying you?"
"Well…" I saw him rubbing the back of his head; he's nervous… Jun's never nervous in things like these… "Being there with a person who knows how to deal with the situation is better… you know what I'm saying dammit!"
I did not even try to hide the grin I'm sporting. "Oh~ I don't know, tell me what it means, exactly."
Suck it up, bastard. "Damn you Rei… fine, since you're so dependable, smart, awesome and downright trustworthy—shit man do you know how embarrassing this is?!"
It's fun seeing him snap like that. "No, I don't know. Tell me?"
"Damn you. Anyway, you know what I mean, could we please get on with this? My legs are dying for having to sit like this…" he's still in seiza, no wonder.
"Okay, I got it. But third…" I raised the third finger—the middle finger—slowly. "Are you absolutely, a hundred and ten percent, exactly and positively sure that no 'shady Yakuza shit' will happen?"
He crossed his heart, looking up at me as innocently as he can. "I swear to God. No, I swear to God's second coming!"
Never knew that he's religious… anyway, well, he sounds convincing enough. "Fine. I'll be your bodyguard or whatever. Just call me when I'm needed, you handle the trouble with the police. I need to go back now, I missed breakfast for hell's sake…" my coffee is probably cold already.
"Thank you thank you thank you! You won't regret this!" then, he ran away just like that. Huh, weird… I expect him to be more… how should I say this without making things sound wrong… thankful? Well, that's that and this is this. I better head home.
"I'm back." Coming inside my apartment room has never been so tiring. Though I'm not tired physically, dealing with Jun requires me put a lot of mental effort. The guy can be a real bother sometimes… and for all that is worth it, he's going to be the death of me sometime in the near future…
"Ah, you're back." Remilia came approaching me. I looked around, then it came to my senses that Sakuya-san and Flandre are nowhere to be found. Luckily, Remilia was there to give me a heads up. "Sakuya and Flandre went out earlier. They said that they are going to buy groceries. I wonder why though…" she then raised an eyebrow. "Say… where were you before?"
"Meeting a friend. He suddenly texted me saying that he wanted to meet." It's more like he wanted my help… but I'm not sure if I'm going to say that to Remilia.
"Hum… is that so? Meh, whatever. Anyways, let's talk. About that."
Now, this, is something that got my attention.
I find myself swallowing the lump of air that hadn't noticed having. From where I'm standing, I could only focus on the two ruby orbs that are Remilia's eyes. I nodded without saying anything. Remilia smiled in reply, but that's not a usual smile that she would sport. I can't say a single thing about that smile of hers… but if there's one word that comes up to mind when I see it, the only thought that comes to my mind is:
Shit.
We went outside, to the park where Jun and I converse. As we reached the small park's entrance, Remilia walks ahead of me, towards a particular playground equipment. The swing. She sat on one of the swings, swaying her back on a light swing. She sways as I walk to approach her. Knowing her intentions, I took a seat on the unoccupied seat beside her. I'm too tall for this children sized swing; and I did not mean anything when I thought about that.
"You know…" suddenly, she started speaking. "From where I came from, when a man and a maiden sits together like this, they could be considered as husband and wife."
I blinked. Well… that's… weird. "From where you came from? Gensokyo?"
She shook her head, chuckling lightly. "Romania. Not Gensokyo. Not the entirety of Romania per say, but only my household. This is why guests tend to be placed in the left of the living room while we are speaking through them on the other side of said room." She swings further. "But I was never one who find that rule necessary, in fact, when it was my time to rule over the house, I banish that rule right and foremost."
"Heh… how… considerate of you to your guests."
"Is it? I think I'm just breaking the wall in between the host and the guests." She answered while humming. "Speaking of which… how far have you gotten with Sakuya?"
…well the previous twenty second of my life had been good. Scratching the back of my head, I'm not sure on how to answer Remilia's question. If someone were to hear about us talking, it'll be so weird. A little girl asking me how far have I gotten with her maid… that's something that people don't normally hear every day.
"How should I say this…" I guess it's better for me to be direct and straight to the point. "We're there. But not there at the same time. I respect her more than I love her, actually."
"Oho? What an interesting answer, please do elaborate…"
Ugh… so this is what Jun felt like when I teased him… what goes around, comes around I guess. "I… can't really say how or even why. But the first time I met her, Sakuya-san did not strike me as a person who's loveable and alluring. She is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I did not see her as someone who 'captured my heart'." I paused. "When I saw her for the very first time, when she collapsed to my doorsteps, I think of a hardworking girl, who is doing her job as best as she can even if she couldn't handle it. After all, I was told that she was sent here to retrieve Flandre and someone who is only supplied with little knowledge for a world outside of her own to be able to survive for days is… amazing."
"Then I realized. She must've not slept properly throughout those days… she must've been asking people for directions… she must have to endure with the way people treated her. And to be able to act so perfect, indifferent yet straightforward at the same time, I fell in love with her even more now that I know that."
Silence.
"Is that your answer? Is that the size of your love for Sakuya?"
I shook my head. "No. That is not my answer. Because that is an answer entirely different to the one that you asked me." I said. "You asked how far I've gotten with her, I gave you my answer. Now, if you were to ask me how much my love is for Sakuya-san… I'd have to say… I don't know." It came out like a straight sword; cutting through air, going inside Remilia's ears.
"You don't know? How so?"
"I don't really know. Because, after all, love is something that you do not measure by words. It's by action, and words." I grinned while looking at the vampire next to me. "I don't care whether she's indifferent or what, but I'll respect her for her strong nature. And love her for being one person named Izayoi Sakuya."
The wind blows from the west, coming to pass before us to greet the sun in the east. Remilia stepped on the ground, stopping her swing suddenly. I am absolutely not sure on how she would find my answer. Because for me, I thought that I'm being honest to both myself and her. Everything that I've just said was true, it's what I really feel about Sakuya-san. I respect her for being strong and reliable, but most importantly, I love her for being herself. It's hard to express, love that is.
"Ufu…" Remilia chuckled. "In life, I've never met someone like you. The humans that I have met are all immature and delusional, yes even her." I realized that 'her' translates to Sakuya-san. Remilia made a hard expression, one that I can't make out. But if I were to picture it, she looks like a woman who'd took on the world itself and survived. But not as a victor. "You should've seen her the first time she worked in my family… it was long time ago, yet not very long. Perhaps it's before you were even a baby."
…I'm sorry?
Remilia turned to look at me. She then made a confused expression upon seeing me. "What's wrong with you?"
I raised my hand slowly. I slowly made an effort to let my voice out, even if it did come out small. Smaller, than I expected. "I'm sorry? So you are saying that Sakuya-san is old…er than I am. Like, way older?"
The expression did not disappear from her face. "Well of course. You don't think that she'd be anywhere near your age when she's been working for me for all this time, right?" my silence answered her question. She laughed. "Hahaha! So you thought that Sakuya is a year or two older than you? Hahaha!"
"Don't… laugh…" I face palmed, for both my stupidity and Remilia's inconsistent antics. "I'm seriously confused right now…" unfortunately, she did not even make an effort to stop laughing.
"Hahahaha! Oh Sakuya should hear about this! Hahaha!"
"Ahem… can we please move on." For both the sake of time and my being.
"Yes, ahaha, yes. Ahem." She regains her composure. Giggling, she said, "Though I thought that you've figured it out already. I mean, it should be obvious, no?"
I sighed. "Well when you put it that, it makes me an idiot. A huge one. Yes, I probably should've realized it but the thought never did hit me." In fact, it was never even there in the first place.
She giggled some more. "I see, I see. Now then… what do you think about Flandre?"
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"Before you ask me anything else, let me ask you a question myself."
"Oh?"
"How did we go from your maid to your little sister?"
"Just answer me human."
Meh. "She's… cute. Like a child, cute. Yeah."
Remilia hummed. "Oh really? Just like that? Nothing else?"
God… I swear this woman is… "Well, if I were to say something, it's that she's… a little bundle of joy." I can sense the look that Remilia is giving me. "I know about her condition… Flan told me that herself." Remilia's surprised. But she hides it before I could even confirm it. "Despite that, she wants to change. She wants to be recognized by people. I know that I'm in no position to say this but, if I were to have a little sister who is locked up in a cold and empty basement, I'd hate myself for eternity for not being able to do anything."
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There was this thick, tense and silent atmosphere. Perhaps I've overstepped my boundaries—
"If only I was like you."
"…Eh?"
Remilia stood from her swing, she walked forward three steps, before turning back to look at me. The one piece sundress she's wearing is something that I bought for Flan. It suits her. However, the smile in her face does not. "Like every other creatures of the night, there are times where we are blinded by our own ideals. I'm sure that you humans experienced it too. I thought locking up Flandre down there was the best option of keeping her safe." She let out a bitter chuckle. "How foolish I was."
She stepped forward, towards me. "I never thought I was so blind. But… I guess it happens to every one of us." She smiled, this time it definitely suits her. "What do you think… should I hate myself for my failure, hm?" she tilted her head.
Standing, took one large step. I'm within Remilia's reach—she's within mine, to be exact. I spread my arms, before grabbing hold of the shorter girl before me. I envelope he r in a hug. I do not know why I hugged her at this very moment. I don't even know why I'm doing this. "No. You shouldn't. In fact, I should thank you."
"…"
"Because without you, I wouldn't have met Sakuya-san, Flandre. Meeting them is the best moment I have ever had in my life. I don't know, it's as if fate is working whenever you want it to." I said jokingly. "You shouldn't hate yourself. I'm sure that Flan understands, and I'm even sure that she forgives you. My mother told me that family is family. They will always worry about each other's safety. What you were doing was to keep your sister safe. It might've not been the best choice, but you at least put a lot of effort in it. I can respect that."
"Can you truly? Remember boy, we can't be here forever. Will you still say the same when I separate you from them?"
I hugged her tighter to compensate for the clenching of my heart. "I will. Because this is this, and that is that. The future is unpredictable, I can't say anything for sure… but the least I could do now is enjoy this time I have with Flan and Sakuya-san. And even you and Patche."
"Heh. You're one unique human… truly different than the rest, yet so similar." I can feel a pair of arms wrapped around my midsection, and the feeling of Remilia's face pressed to my abdomen. "I don't know why… but I suppose I should be thanking you too. So… thank you."
"Yeah… you're welcome."
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"So… going after the maid and her master eh? Ufufu… you truly are different."
Goddammit Remilia.
I have to say… wearing formal clothes is nice and all but it doesn't mean that it's comfortable. I'm dressed in my suit, the one that Jun gave me when we went to that fucked up Yakuza gathering. The difference is, I'm actually grooming myself properly. He texted me earlier saying to get proper for the occasion, but instead of texting him back, I just do whatever it is he told me to. I'm tired of talking with a person who's got the same mentality as Jun; I won't get anywhere trying to talk to him.
Not only that, he told me that I should pick him up at a place somewhere in downtown. I don't know why, but I'm bringing my nightstick with me. Now, here I am in my apartment looking over at my own reflection at the mirror.
"Why are you dressed up?" I turned around, noticing Sakuya-san talking to me. "Does this has something to do with your statement about not being able to return home again?"
Well… "…Maybe, as in maybe I'll be home really late because something came up."
She seemed to buy that answer. "Heh? Really? Though it feels like you're not telling me something."
She's sharp. That's why I love her. "I can't say for sure, but it has something to do with work." I said.
"In the café?"
"Eh… no. A friend offered me a work, and I'm taking it." It's not entirely a lie, because ever favor that Jun wants me to do always turned out to be a job.
"I see…" when she said that, I'm done fixing my tie. I turned back, only to find a pair of familiar lips pressed onto mine. Her grey exotic eyes stared into mine. "Don't be home too late now, okay?"
I smiled wryly at her. "You know I can't promise that. I can promise you this though, I'll be home by tonight." I leaned in again, stealing back her kiss. I turned and grab my case, turning towards the door. Patche is still asleep, Flandre and Remilia are watching their show on TV. Everyone's happy. And so am I. "Then, I'll be going now."
"Yeah. Take care."
I opened the door, exiting the house, before closing it back.
BZZ BZZ
I picked up the source of buzzing form my pockets. "Ah, about time you called. I'm ready. I'll be picking you up. Send me your location on my phone, I'll transfer it to my GPS while I'm driving."
I can feel something brewing this evening… whether it's bad beer or old wine, I don't know.
A/N: I've got nothing to say about this chapter, maybe it's because I'm so immersed in writing this piece. Well, a heads up for you readers, the next chapter and the following will be action packed, maybe even some few crime/mystery depending on my mood. That's all I guess…
Oh, don't forget to review and favorite because I'm getting the Touhou vibes running down veins once again! Expect more updates for this, and my Kancolle crossover~!
That's all for now, have a good day/night!