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I don't need to remind you about the 'OOC' stuff, right?
Stalker
Chapter 10: Same Circle
"Sheesh…" Kirisawa Fuuko groaned as she thwacked her forehead lightly. "I can't believe it was only Natsuo. What the hell was he thinking? Calling me using a public payphone?" She complained as she flipped her phone open to check it. "Tch! And I was so ready to give stalker-san a piece of my mind!"
Mikagami raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? If I remember correctly, you froze when you saw the unregistered number flashing on your phone screen. You didn't look like someone who's ready to give—"
"Ex-cuuuse me? I did not!" Fuuko cut him off with a conceited huff. She stopped walking and placed both of her hands on her hips, glaring at her boyfriend.
"I clearly saw your reaction Kirisawa." Mikagami said with a smirk that seems to challenge Fuuko to go ahead and prove him wrong... if she can.
The former Fuujin master scowled at him and he ignored her. He continued walking towards the university's parking lot where they were headed. Fuuko did freeze when she saw the number in her phone's screen, but only for about 4 seconds.
Still, he can't help but tease her about her reaction, knowing that she will vehemently deny it. He always had this nasty habit of trying to annoy her from time to time (and he knows that she does too, so fair enough).
A punch suddenly landed on the back of his arm and he winced slightly at the somehow, expected contact.
"You're such an ass Mikagami Tokiya!" Fuuko growled, her sapphire-colored eyes narrowing into slits. "I. Did. Not. Freeze!" She punctuated every word, ramming her fist on his arm again and again.
The silver-haired lad did not bother to evade them. Instead, he snaked an arm around Fuuko's waist, pulling the starting-to-get-violent girl closer to him. He planted a soft kiss on the tip of Fuuko's nose.
Fuuko halted her attack and blinked up at him in surprise. Then her face suddenly scrunched into a frown. "You did that to distract me."
"I did that to stop you from further damaging my arm." Mikagami said, not letting go of his hold on her.
"Slick move ice cube."
"And very effective if you ask me."
The ex-wind wielder glowered at him. "I hate you."
"I'm used to that statement. There's no truth in it."
"Grrr…"
With an arm still around her waist, he steered her towards where his car was parked. The purple-haired girl continued scowling and glowering at him but never made an attempt to push him away.
Deciding to change the subject (before Fuuko decides to continue wearing the scowl until later), he asked. "Why did Natsuo-san called?"
Fuuko tilted her head to look at him, surprised with his question. "Err… he just called to tell me about the club meeting later at 4." She answered, deciding to let her boyfriend get away with his teasing just this once. She can always get back at him later, physically. "Attendance is mandatory. Seems like Tsukino-sensei have an important announcement to make." She continued.
"I see…" Tokiya said thoughtfully, taking the car key out of his pocket. "So you're not coming home with me?"
"Yeah…" Fuuko replied as they neared his car. She grabbed the key from Mikagami's hand and pressed the car remote to unlock the car. "Sorry kareshi." She said while childishly pressing the car remote's button again and again.
"Stop playing with this monkey." Mikagami muttered as he snatched the car key/remote from her hand. "It's not a toy."
"Pfftt…" Fuuko blew a raspberry at him as he opened the door on the driver's side. Something inside Mikagami's car caught her eyes. "Hey," she called out. "What are those?" She pointed at the things sitting on the passenger's seat.
"Law journals."
"Hmmm… Are they my current rivals for your attention?"
Mikagami raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"
She only gave him an impish grin.
"…"
"Geez, I was only kidding!"
The ex-Hyoumonken master snorted. Sometimes he can't believe the absurdity of what she's saying.
Unable to resist himself, he pulled her closer to him again. "Look, if you want my full attention, just say so. I'm going to give it to you." He whispered huskily, bending down to kiss Fuuko's lips.
"Don't flirt with me, Mikagami."
"I'm not flirting with you."
"Right." Fuuko grumbled sarcastically, plopping herself down on the driver's seat.
"Hnn…" Resting an arm on the top of the car's open window, Mikagami stared at his girlfriend for a moment. Fuuko in turn, blew at her bangs as she stared back at him.
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
"No," Fuuko replied. "You can go ahead. You have a lot of stuff to read." She glanced back at the journals.
"I can read them here in the car or in the library."
Fuuko shook her head. "You'll be able to concentrate more with them if you're at the apartment."
Mikagami looked like he was going to retort but Fuuko suddenly stood up.
"Mi-chan," she spoke his name softly but with a hint of seriousness in it. "I know you're worried but please don't be. I'll be ok." She was aware that he wanted to be near her just in case her so-called admirer makes another move. "Trust me, please."
The tall lad hesitated for a moment, then he nodded. Fuuko's right. He had to trust her and her abilities. It's not like she's going to let the events from the other night happen again.
But still, that won't stop him from worrying about her… too much. He is her boyfriend after all.
"As much as I hate to admit this fact, I know you can take care of yourself," he admitted grudgingly. "I also know what you're capable of doing." Mikagami shoved a hand inside his pocket. "Just please don't ask me not to get worried about you. That's bull."
Fuuko bit her lower lip before whispering yes.
"And if ever you encounter him again. Kick his ass harder this time Fuuko." He requested.
The wind child snickered at his statement. "You don't have to remind me Mi-chan. I intend to."
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"Tadaima." Mikagami muttered as soon as he entered the apartment. He wasn't expecting anyone to answer, he was alone after all. He left Todai after he accompanied Fuuko to where their club meeting's going to be held.
He headed straight into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water, dropping the law journals not-so-gently on the kitchen counter. He was not really looking forward to reading them. Why in the world did he take up Law again? He asked himself for the umpteenth time as he strode towards the fridge.
Earlier when he was driving, something kept bothering him. Something about what Fuuko had said earlier at the café… about her and her stalker sharing the same interest. A thought had occurred to him, what if her stalker moves in the same circle that she does?
Come to think of it. It is possible.
"Photography…" Mikagami muttered under his breath, as he poured himself a glass of water. Somehow he had this gut feeling that that word is the key to the identity Fuuko's stalker.
He drank some water slowly, savoring the tasteless liquid. They already had an idea that her stalker is probably a student at Tokyo Uni. If so… then what if he is from the same course? Or the same class? Or…
His grip on the glass tightened. What if… he's from the same club?
He nearly threw the glass in the sink, momentarily forgetting the possibility of it breaking into pieces. He shook his head in wryly. The hell…
He grabbed his mobile phone from his pocket. He needs a certain favor from a certain someone.
Oh he'll get to the bottom of this all. Fuuko's stalker should start praying… NOW.
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"I can't believe the photo exhibit was moved to next month!" Natsuo wailed with disgust in his tone. "And I was so excited about it! Fuck!" He cursed as he stepped out of the room where the meeting was held with Fuuko right behind him. "What the hell were they thinking?"
Fuuko rolled her eyes. "Well, all the more better for me. I still have to take some photos of… anything… or something," she said with relief. "And think of it Kamatari, at least we have ample time to prepare for the event."
"Still… I'm hyped-up to see the photos of our club mates." Natsuo said with a pout. "I already saw Hoshi's photos and, by God, it was so awesome… as usual."
"He already passed his photos?" Fuuko asked in awe. "Wow!"
Natsuo nodded. "Come to think of it, I didn't see Hoshi back at the meeting."
"I did see him earlier at the café across the university." Fuuko said.
"Really? Then why didn't he attend the meeting?" Natsuo wondered out loud.
"Maybe he didn't know."
Natsuo shrugged. "Oh well, note to myself… inform him about the change in the photo exhibit's schedule. As well as the others who wasn't able to attend the meeting." Then he groaned. "Gosh, being the vice-president has its cons sometimes."
"Stop complaining Kamatari." Fuuko muttered. "You can ask other officers to do it if you don't want too."
"Good idea Fuuko-chan. You do it!"
Fuuko narrowed her eyes at him.
"We'll compromise," Natsuo suggested. "I'll do the half."
"Whatever."
Natsuo clapped his hands in glee. "Yay!" He knows that's as good as yes in Fuuko's language. It's not like she would refuse to help him. "By the way, you said you still have to take some photos. What theme do you have in mind? Still life? Nature and landscape shit?"
Fuuko gave him a saucy smile. "Nude. With Mikagami Tokiya as the model."
Natsuo's eyes bulged. "Omigosh! I'll give you my soul if you do that!"
"I'm just pulling your leg."
"Fuck you."
"But I was honestly thinking of using him as my subject." Fuuko grinned. "He's really photogenic."
"You're going straight to the top of my favorite people list." Natsuo stated. "I'm looking forward to your pictures." He let out a little shriek, shuddering in delight. "And speaking of Mikagami-sama, he nearly caused a pandemonium earlier ne?"
"Nearly…" Fuuko reminded him. "The usual hyperactive and overreacting fan girls were so busy staring and sighing at him, dreamily I might add. They actually forgot to scream their heads off."
"You're not jealous?" Natsuo asked in an impish manner.
"Why should I be?" Fuuko queried back, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"Good answer." Natsuo said jovially, flicking at his bangs. "You already have your hands around Mikagami Tokiya and we, the fan club, know that you have no intention of letting him go." He patted her back. "So you don't have any reason to be jealous. Gosh… how we envy you for it."
"But it was so like high school," Fuuko complained. "I suddenly felt like I was transported back at my old school where almost every girl had the same reaction-slash-expression whenever they see Mikagami."
Natsuo turned to her with a disturbingly dreamy smile on his face. "You know, the thing about Mikagami Tokiya is that he has a magnetic personality. People like us are drawn to him, attracted to him. He would scowl and we would swoon. He would glare and we will fall down on our knees. He would flash that sexy smile at you and every one of us who saw it gets a glimpse of what heaven is." He ended his soliloquy with an equally disturbing dreamy sigh.
Fuuko wore an indecipherable look on her face. "You definitely sound like the fan girls from my high school." She shook her head. "Damn it! I think I need to find another gay best friend."
Natsuo let out a loud laugh. "You can't find one gay individual who wouldn't fall for your boyfriend's ice cold charm. Trust me."
The purple-haired girl groaned. "Ok, I get it. Now shut up."
"Oh, before I forgot," Natsuo started rummaging inside his messenger bag. He handed her some folded papers. "Can you give these to sempai?"
Fuuko stared at it. "What are these?"
"Don't ask. Don't even peek. Just hand it to him. It's important. It's a matter of life and death." Natsuo declared dramatically. "It can cost me my life!"
"These are not love letters, right?" Fuuko inquired as she tilted the papers, her hands itching to open them.
"Oh," Natsuo bit his forefinger. "Why didn't I think of that? Matte, let me make one so you could hand it to him!"
Fuuko shifted her gaze to glare at him, scathingly.
"Kidding," Natsuo whispered quickly. If that glare can kill, he'd be dead by now. OMG! "Just give it to him ok? You can ask him about it later."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"My lips are sealed." Natsuo zipped up an imaginary zipper on his mouth.
"I'll permanently seal them if you don't tell me now!!!" Fuuko threatened but Natsuo only shook his head. Clearly, her so-called best friend's more afraid of Tokiya than her. Anyways, no need to fuss… she'll find out about it later.
Natsuo sensed that that was the end of the discussion related to the papers. "Hey Fuu, are you going home now?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Can you come with me to the Bijinshi building?" Natsuo asked. Bijinshi is a magazine where they both have a job as photographer's assistants, part-time. "Uncle Sojiro forgot some photographs there that he badly needed and he's asking me to get it."
Fuuko sighed. "Alright, I'll go with you. Just let me call Mi-chan first. Or he'll most likely hit the roof if I get home late. I did promise him I'll be home by 6."
"Well… aren't we playing the part of a good, subservient, little girlfriend?" Natsuo teased.
Fuuko beamed a smile at him as she reached out for his ear, pulling at it hard.
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"Recca-kun?" Yanagi murmured in the phone. "What do you think?" She asked in a patient tone. She already told the former flame master about the recent events in Fuuko's life and she was hoping that he would be able to help.
"Yan-chan, you're overreacting." Recca said an equally same tone.
"I am not!"
"Fuuko's a big girl, I'm sure she can handle herself and this matter well enough." Yanagi can hear him chomping something at the other end of the line. "It's not like her present stalker's more threatening and scary than what we've encountered before."
"That's the problem with you Hanabishi Recca," Yanagi said coldly. "You're always treating Fuu-chan like there's nothing that can affect her! You always treat her like a tomboy!"
"Isn't she?" Then Recca swore mentally at his slip. He tried again. "Well there is one thing that can affect her now," he paused. "Mikagami."
"Why am I even speaking to you? Clearly you don't want to help."
"Of course I want to help!" Recca flinched at the anger in Yanagi's voice. "I just don't know how. Besides Mikagami's there. I'm sure he already formulated a plan on how to find out the identity of Fuuko's stalker."
"I'm worried," Yanagi admitted in small voice. "I have this feeling that more things will happen. More dangerous things…"
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"Yes we are about to go home." Fuuko said exasperatedly on the phone. "We're already here at the bus stop waiting for the bus. Sheesh… Mi-chan," she muttered. "Quit acting like my mom ok? I'm going home now!"
Natsuo bit his lip to keep himself from grinning. Cute boyfriend-girlfriend moments. How he loves it. Especially when the one playing the girlfriend part is tomboyish Fuuko… or was it the boyfriend part?
Fuuko closed her phone. "Mikagami is starting to drive me nuts."
"He's been driving me nuts for quite a long time now." Natsuo responded with a flirtatious bat of his eyelids.
A growl escaped Fuuko's lips.
"Hey, don't forget to give the papers to him ok?"
Fuuko snorted. "Yeah, yeah." She mentally reminded herself that she had tucked it in the novel that she was reading for her Literature class. To make sure, she unzipped her backpack and her eyes widened. "Oh shit!"
"What?!" Natsuo turned to her with a surprised expression.
"I left the book back at the office!"
"Huh? What book?"
"The one I was reading while you were busy searching for you uncle's photos." Fuuko answered, zipping her bag close. "Tokiya's gonna fucking kill me! It's his!"
The headlights of the arriving bus caught their attention. "But our ride's already here!" Natsuo said.
"You can go ahead. I'll go back to the office." Fuuko grumbled another curse. "I'll see you tomorrow ok?"
"Do you really need to get it back that badly? We can call Tenma-san back there and tell her to get it. We can go back here tomorrow." Natsuo suggested.
"No." Fuuko shook her head. "The so-called papers are also there. I tucked it in the book!"
Natsuo looked dumbfounded. "What are you still doing here? Go get it Kirisawa. Or else, I'll have to answer to Mikagami-sempai. I can't let him down, he rarely ask favors from me."
Fuuko didn't even hear him as she turned and ran towards the building, shouting a goodbye. Natsuo waved back and shouted 'be careful' to his purple-haired friend.
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She felt a pair of eyes watching her from afar.
Fuuko halted. Someone was definitely watching her.
She looked around before pressing the button of the elevator. She can't be mistaken.
The elevator doors suddenly slid open. She reluctantly stepped inside. Oh well, there are more important things to do right now. Like recovering her boyfriend's book, as well as the papers that Natsuo gave her.
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He stared intently at the elevator as it closed. Then he stepped out of the shadows.
His brows furrowed. The way Fuuko stopped earlier and moved her head from left to right clearly tells him that the girl knows that he's watching her.
But that's impossible. How can she sense that? Are there really things about her that he still has to know of?
He approached the elevator and saw that it stopped at the 6th floor. Ah, the editorial offices…
What a coincidence… he was heading there himself.
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"Tenma-san," Fuuko said sheepishly. "Are you going home now?" She asked the lady standing in front of her as she stepped out of the elevator.
Tenma nodded. "I finally finished the fucking layouts, thank God." She muttered with a roll of her eyes. She was in her late twenties but her face seems older than her age, probably because of too much work and lack of sleep.
"So who's still at the office? I forgot something there." Fuuko inquired.
"Uh… some staff writers finishing their goddamned articles. Deadline's tomorrow." Tenma replied. She grabbed a brush from her purse and started brushing her black hair. "I told them I can't wait for their articles since I have to get home tonight. Damn them. Working in this magazine can be a major pain in the ass." She grumbled as she shoved the brush back in her bag.
The elevator rang and the doors slid open revealing Yurikago Hoshi, carrying a large box. It was filled with so much stuff that it covered half of his face, which instantly turned red the moment he saw Fuuko.
"Hey!" Fuuko greeted. "We seemed to be running at each other a lot this day." She heard from Natsuo that he's also working at Bishinji as an assistant for another photographer just like them.
Hoshi stuttered a 'konbanwa' as he stepped out of the elevator.
"Why weren't you at the club meeting earlier?" Fuuko asked as Tenma waved goodbye to them before stepping inside the elevator.
"I… uh, got some important things to attend to." Hoshi answered shyly.
"Eerr… is it related to your work here?"
"You could say that."
"Natsuo's wondering why weren't you there." Fuuko said with a smile as she started walking towards the office. Hoshi followed her. The blush never leaving his face.
"Oh… I'm sorry." Hoshi murmured. "I wasn't able to get away from work."
"The art department's doing overtime?"
Hoshi nodded. "Uhm… why are you still here?"
"I forgot something at the office. I accompanied Natsuo here earlier and stupidly forgotten my book."
"Ah…" Hoshi nodded again. "What was the meeting all about?"
"Oh yeah," Fuuko snapped her fingers. "Good thing I ran into you again, that'll lessen the people Natsuo and I have to contact about the changes about the photo exhibit." Then she started informing him about the changes in the exhibit's schedule as they stepped inside the air-conditioned interior of the editorial office.
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Fuuko clicked her tongue as she stood near the entrance of the building. Now what? She mentally asked herself in frustration as the rain poured down hard. She's stranded, thanks to the heaven above.
"Why didn't you wait for me to get to the bus stop before falling down?" She mumbled as she looked up at the sky. "Drat!" She had no umbrella with her and it seems like the rain was getting stronger by the minute.
Her only choice was to wait as patiently as she can for it to stop. But honestly it looks like it has no plans to.
She can also call Mi-chan and ask him to come over and pick her up. But he currently has his head buried in his law journals. And she doesn't want to disturb him.
Five minutes passed. And she was still standing there watching the rain pour down, stronger than before.
Suddenly she stiffened. Someone was behind her, watching her.
She whipped around sharply as thunder clapped and lightning flashed across the darkened sky.
"Fuuko-san?"
Fuuko stared at the figure behind her with wide eyes. Gawd, she nearly screamed like an air-headed girl in surprise. Then she recognized the face that was shadowed by the jacket's hood. A sempai from Tokyo University, Amano Reiji. He was 2 years ahead of her and is the current president of the Photography club.
"Amano-sempai! It's just you!" She sighed in relief.
"Konbanwa." He greeted her softly. "What are you still doing here Kirisawa-san? I thought it was only Hoshi who was doing overtime here?" Like most club members, he is also working at Bijinshi, not as a photographer's assistant, but as a photographer.
Fuuko smiled at him. In one way or another, Amano-sempai reminds her of Hoshi. They both have the same shy and underdog-like air around them. "I forgot something at the editorial office. I went back to get it and got stuck here because of the rain."
"I guess I'll be keeping you company for a while." Amano said. "The rain's falling so hard that even if I have an umbrella, I'll still be drenched."
Fuuko nodded and they both stared at the rain for a good few minutes, hoping that it would abate.
"The photo exhibit's going to be one hell of a work." Amano suddenly murmured. "I hope everyone's ready to tire themselves out. Tsukino-sensei informed me that she's leaving the preparations in our hands."
"Don't worry. I know everyone will help out." Fuuko glanced sideways at him. "It's the club's exhibit after all."
"You're right. I hope the exhibit turns out better than what's expected." He stared at her for a moment. "That's a pretty necklace." Amano commented.
Fuuko looked down at the silver chain she was wearing. "Why, thank you."
"Hmm… but that's weird."
"What?"
"The pendant. That Kanji character means water right? But you don't have that Kanji in your name."
"It was my boyfriend who gave this to me." Fuuko explained as she traced the pendant lightly with her finger. "He's the one who has this Kanji in his name."
"Oh, I see…" Amano nodded in understanding. "Well it looks like the rain's not going to stop soon. Do you want to walk with me at the bus stop? Looks like we have no other choice."
"Are you sure it's ok with you sempai?"
"It is. But sorry, we have to share. I only got one." Amano replied as he opened his umbrella.
She was about to approach him when she suddenly felt a vibration from her bag. Realizing it was her phone and that someone was calling her, she pulled it out to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Are you still at building?" The familiar cold voice of Mikagami asked.
"Yeah…" she answered sheepishly. "I got stuck."
"Figures." Mikagami replied. "Are you inside?"
"No, I'm here in front waiting for the rain to stop." She gave an apologetic smile at Amano who just nodded at her.
"I'm picking you up."
"What?" She was about to retort but Mikagami already hung up.
She stared at her phone before turning to the guy beside her. "Sorry sempai… I have to turn your offer down. My boyfriend said he's coming over to pick me up. Thanks for offering anyway." She bowed her head down respectfully.
No sooner than she said this, a car drove up the curve and stopped in front of the building. Mikagami got down with an umbrella.
Fuuko rushed up towards the car not minding if she gets wet. Mikagami frowned at her. "You just couldn't wait ne, Kirisawa?" He muttered disapprovingly as she grinned at him. She saw his eyes suddenly narrowed and she looked up from surprise when she realized that an umbrella was directly above her. She turned her head and muttered an 'arigatou' at Amano who followed her.
Mikagami gave a small nod as thanks and he and Fuuko got inside the car. Fuuko waved a goodbye at him.
Amano then was left staring at the car as it drove away. Then he shook his head, recalling the look Fuuko-san's boyfriend gave him. What they say about Mikagami Tokiya's intimidating gaze is true.
Oh well… He shrugged as he stepped out into the rain and he started walking towards the bus stop.
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"Who was that?" Mikagami asked as he steered the car towards the left lane.
"Hmm? Oh, that was Amano Reiji-sempai, president of the photography club." Fuuko tilted her head to look at him. "Why?"
"I don't like him." Mikagami said without batting an eyelash.
"You always say that to almost every guy I talk to. You really are a jealous type of boyfriend. "
"Hmph."
Fuuko reached out to rub his knee. "Don't worry Tokiya-chan, I'll still love you even if you turn into a green-eyed monster."
"Shut it Kirisawa."
The ex-wind wielder grinned. "By the way, how did you know I was still at the building?"
"Natsuo told me." Mikagami answered as he stopped in a red light.
"Natsuo TOLD you?" Fuuko queried in disbelief.
"He called me up. He said you went back to get my book because you've forgotten it."
Fuuko pouted. "He called you to tell you that? The hell… it's just an excuse so he could talk to you."
Mikagami glanced sideways at her. "Maybe… but then again I don't care." He accelerated the car when the light turned green. "At least he informed me that you're still at Bijinshi and will probably get stranded because of the rain."
"I guess I owe him thanks then." Fuuko crossed her arms. "Besides, I'm a bit reluctant to disturb you since I know you're having quality time with your law journals. And I honestly thought that the rain will stop soon."
"But it didn't," Mikagami muttered. He flicked a glance at her again. "Besides, you're much more important than those journals."
Fuuko blushed a little at his statement and Mikagami smirked at her reaction.
"By the way, you have something for me right?" He inquired all of a sudden.
"Huh?"
"Natsuo told me he handed it to you so you could give it to me."
Fuuko remembered the papers her friend had given her earlier. "Oh right, matte." She whispered as she unzipped her bag. She pulled the Tokiya's book out and started flipping its pages.
"They're not here." She frowned as she opened her bag wider, searching the contents inside. "Where are they?" She flipped book's pages again, frantically this time. "Mi-chan, I guess I lost it. It probably dropped somewhere." She hung her head. "Is it really that important? I'm so sorry!"
Mikagami muttered a 'tch'. "You're still as responsible as you were back in high school."
"I'm sorry…"
He reached out for her hand and gently squeezed it. "It's ok. I can still ask Natsuo for it again."
"Huh?" Fuuko lifted her head from surprise. "I thought it was so important that it'll cost Natsuo his life?"
Mikagami couldn't stop himself from letting out a small laugh. "You're right about your friend. He loves to exaggerate."
"What's on it anyway?" Fuuko's eyebrows rose up in curiosity. She'd been dying to know the answer ever since Natsuo handed the papers to her.
"It's a list," Mikagami said, his tone suddenly serious. "Containing the names of all the members of the Photography club."
-To Be Continued-
Bijinshi is just make-believe. I dunno if it really exists. All magazine sh*ts, I don't know if they are right. If there are any corrections, just PM me. And shucks… my outline got screwed again.
That's it. Here comes my favorite line: READ and REVIEW please. For the sake of my lungs which I violated so much for this chapter. Thanks in advance!