First Love
(Oishi Shuichiro)
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Oishi Shuichiro smooths a finger across his temple as he finished his shift in the hospital.
Nine in the morning, he took a peek on his wristwatch and took off his doctor's coat.
Today is Saturday.
And he made an appointment with his old team mates after they all took separate ways after college.
"Otou-san!"
He turned around with a smile at the voice of his son, happily running his way towards him.
"How is your day Shinichi?"
His cherubic face smiles warmly, taking all the load of stress away from his tired body.
"I am looking forward of you telling me again how you and Oka-san met!"
He blinked, staring dumbfoundedly at his son's autumn red eyes.
"Again? But you already heard it a thousand time already."
But instead of a disheartened look, Shinichi only beamed a more encouraging smile that Oishi can't resist.
Just what his wife always does when she asks him to tell her her favorite story over and over again.
So how did they met?
She as a classmate. Part of the student council.
They almost see each other almost the whole day.
Until one day, he was worriedly looking for her.
She madly wiped the tears away from her eyes when he saw her slumped at the corner of the school's gymnasium.
They promised each other to meet after his after school tennis practice and her own cooking club activity.
But she didn't came. So he frantically looked for her.
He was accustomed of seeing her smiling warmly almost to everyone.
But seeing her crying, slumped at some corner of some place was never the first time.
It saddens him everytime he sees her like this.
And for the fourth time, they broke up again.
And she was beaten up as always.
A cut on her right eyebrow and prominent bruises on her left arm.
He grit his teeth in hidden anger as he approached her.
He wanted to say that he'll call the police but refrained his self from doing so.
Instead, he pats a gentle hand on her shoulder and handed out a handkerchief for her tears.
"Here, tears don't suit you."
Oishi lamely joked as her face looked up to him and flashed a painful smile back at him.
How come she can smile to situations like this? He wondered in thought, searching for answers on her painfully smiling face.
"You shouldn't had let him to always make you the output of his frustrations. You are not born in this world to be his or anyone's pouncing bag."
He blurted with concern, taking the handkerchief from her hand and he instead wiped her tears away.
Then she swiftly stood up and slammed her body against his, her arms clinging to his neck like he is her mean of survival.
His hands hesitantly pats her back, his face blushing.
"He beaten me up again Oishi-kun! He promised he won't do that that's why I agree to have him back! Am I a bad girlfriend to deserve this?"
She asked in between sobs, spilling out all her anger.
And she knows he'll listen that's why he was the only one who was allowed to witness the girl she is behind those sunny smiles.
But why he is into this crying shoulder thing?
He closed his eyes and murmured, 'Because you are my first love. And possibly my only love.'
He opened his keitai and saw Kikumaru's name flashing across the screen.
He sighed, knowing what would he possibly hear on the other line.
"Eiji, sorry to make you wait."
He broke into a smile as he hear his once doubles partner voice complains on the other line.
"Don't worry, I am already with Shinichi. We'll be there in no time 'kay?"
Shinichi shuffled a bit on the passenger seat, asleep because of the long trip. Oishi adjusted the blanket and went back his focus on the road.
"Why don't you try on going out with me instead?"
He offered out of the blue, instantly stopping her from her crying.
His cheek shone with pink patches, inwardly berating his self to lose control of his words.
But there is a side of him that defies everything he controls when it comes to his ownself.
What would you lose by being true? He could hear that voice ringing on his head.
As her autumn red eyes looked up to him, glistening from the tears she's shedding.
How beautiful those eyes are.
His heart thuds faster everytime he is caught in a trance like whenever those irises locks with his.
"I can't promise that I'll won't make these beautiful russet irises cry..."
He gently wipes the tears, a nervous smile flashes across his face.
"...but I can promise you that I won't lay a hand against you...ever."
A new set of tears slowly floods down her cheeks causing Oishi to panic even more.
"Ah please don't cry! I'm sorry if I said something wrong!"
He flustered making her instead giggle amidst of her tears.
Her arm embracing him more tighter, her face buried on his chest.
Was that a sign of yes?
"Thank you, Shuichiro...I promise to be a good girlfriend, if not the best."
A chuckle rumbled on his throat, avenging her a tighter but gentle embrace.
"And I promise to make you happy everytime I could, if not everyday."
A tear rolled down his cheek as he remember the day he made that vow and never let go.
If such pain is possible to undergo surgery, he had done it long time ago.
But pain such as this is beyond what science can comprehend.
"You're late nyah~"
Kikumaru blurted instantly as Oishi finished parking the car.
"Gomen Eiji, don't be mad okay?"
Shinichi jumped towards Kikumaru that automatically stopped the red head from giving more litanies.
"Let's go?"
Kikumaru and Shinichi walked a good two pace ahead.
Oishi smiles, tucking the bouquet on his arms.
White stargazers.
Was always her favorite, as long as he could remember.
"Is that your favorite flower? You always stare at it everytime we pass here on our way home."
She nods vigoriously, always earning her a stem from the good old shop keeper who is enjoying her exurbant appreciation of the flower.
Ever since then, he always gives her a stem of that flower whenever they go out on dates or even on times that he remembers.
She would kiss his cheek and thank him with those bright smiles.
Those bright smiles he is proud to call his own.
"Oka-san!"
Shinichi's voice greeted, bowing.
As Oishi placed the bouquet on the tombstone.
Smoothing a palm across her name on the cold marble, giving off warmth made from his love for her.
Kikumaru took the cue and invited Shinichi for a walk.
To leave him alone.
To have a private time with his wife.
The one and only Mrs. Oishi Shuichiro.
"Shuichiro!"
He looked back, seeing her running enthusiastically to him.
Her sandy brown hair swaying against the wind.
Her eyes sparkling autumn red against the bright sunlight.
But just like a dream, she slowly disappears from his eyes.
Tears made its way from his eyes, while a smile appeared on his lips.
Contrasting two emotions rioting inside his heart.
Sadness and the urge of moving on.
"If I one day disappear, Shuichiro you must promise me. Don't cry ne? Smile for me instead."
He wiped the tears away and beamed a smile he almost forgot to remember that he owns.
"Because you promise that you'll make me happy everytime you could, if not everyday...right?"
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hitsu: i am not punishing Oishi okay? ^_^' because in my opinion, this type of theme suited Oishi seventy percent...ii data hehehehe...
thanks to all who faved and followed and commented ^o^ you guys rock~ I am not the best there is, but you still gave your time to read, review, follow and fave.
just finished doing tenipuri dvd marathon... and now I realize why Syusuke fainted after he drank that creepy Aozu (blue vinegar)... its because he is bad with sour tasted foods or concoctions ^_^ hehehehe... bad Inui indeed (he even passed out after drinking it too).
prince of tennis is of konomi-sensei's property... hehehehe, I think I won't get tired of saying this... because if I do instead, do you think I'll share Eiji with anyone else? ^_^ no touch, only look policy ^_^ that also go as always with Masaharu ^_^o