AN: okay, don't judge. high school musical has great songs.

guest- thanks! i hope you enjoy this chapter too!

HimeKanata- aww i missed you too. im glad you finally caught up with the story and you enjoyed them :) lol, yeah misaki kind of knows what's going on with himself, but hes still trying to deny it. what are we going to do with you, misaki? anyway i hope you like this one as well, and thanks for reviewing

yeah i dont own captain tsubasa

Chapter 14: Just Wanna Be With You

She could be such a stupid idiot sometimes. Seriously, telling him "I love you" in a phone call when it was the first day they were even separated. How dumb could she get? She made it sound like she was desperate to be back with him.

…Which wasn't exactly a lie. Not that she was desperate to be with him or anything. It was just… weird being away from him for so long ever since they met. Sure they've been away from each other for some period of time. It's not like they spend they're whole day with each other. They have other things to do, thank you very much. But they always had time to spend together. Whether they be having morning breakfast, or late night dinner. As long as they spend a couple of minutes in proximity, they'll be good. At least she was. The day never was the same when she couldn't see him at least once.

God, she sounded like a lovesick fool. And they're not even dating. She hated acting like this. The sad part about this too, is that they haven't even known each other for a year and here she was, laying her heart open for his picking. This was totally unfair!

"What got your face in such a twist?"

Ayame blinked out of her reverie and turned around just to see her oldest sister. When did she get there? She clearly remembered her screaming for her to start getting ready upstairs in her room.

"Trouble in Paradise? Your boyfriend cheating on you?"

What the hell?

She jumped up from her seat on the couch, roaring in aggravation. "What? No! Where did you even-?"

Ayame knew she did the wrong thing when Shizuka's eyebrows rose before her lips morphed into a teasing smirk.

"So, it's true then? You are dating someone? That soccer player right? My, Aya, I didn't peg you to be one of those girls who dates someone like him."

She felt her face heat up and turned three more shades of red (if it wasn't already as red as a tomato) "I am not dating him!" She wished though, but her sister didn't need to know that.

"Are you?" Shizuka giggled. "From what I've been reading online, people are saying you guys are." Her sister was suddenly beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Don't be shy, imouto. You know you can tell you're onee-san anything. I won't judge."

Ayame rolled her eyes and took off her sister's arm around her. She always hated it when Shizuka calls her little sister in Japanese, because she make it sound so demeaning. "I am not dating Taro, okay. We're just really great friends, best friends even. Stop believing those stupid internet tabloids."

"I don't know Aya," she grinned cheekily. "Those pictures look really convincing."

She rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms. "You're seriously going to believe internet trolls than your own sister? I see how it is Shizuka. I see how it is. I thought you were supposed to be a genius."

"That's what they all say when they try to prove me wrong," Shizuka replied with a grin. "Then, they eat their words when life proves me right."

Ayame rolled her eyes once more. You know, she realized she's been doing that quite frequently now. Better stop before something permanent change her face. It was already bad enough to stand beside Shizuka, who's like the epitome of female beauty. She didn't need to look ugly as she already did.

"Whatever," she huffed and grabbed her purse from the coffee table. "Let's just go already. Mom and Dad are probably waiting. You know how Dad can get when he wants to eat at Keiji's. Besides, weren't you the one who was screaming at me to get my ass moving?"

Shizuka waltzed past her, a teasing smile on her face. "Well, I wasn't the one who was talking to her boy toy on her phone," she sang.

Ayame could only stifle her scream of frustration behind a couch pillow.

It was really nice to see her parents again, to be honest. Yeah, she did like living on her own in Paris, but she always did miss watching her mom and dad interact with each other. 25 years of marriage and they still act like newlyweds. No wait, scratch that. They act like newlyweds and an old married couple at the same time. The amount of time they teased each other and arguing over what to do never failed to impress her. Her and her sister had to ask the waiter to come back to them twice because her mom wanted to eat a non-Hibachi grill food, while her dad was trying to convince her that that was a stupid idea because they were eating at the best Hibachi restaurant in all of New York (his opinion by the way), why would she let the chance to pass eating steak here?

Mom only answered by saying she actually felt like eating her mother's homemade poutine*. Dad was clearly offended by her statement and didn't talk to mom for the whole time their chef was cooking for them. Ayame was even sure he was pouting. He only talked to her again when their mom offered him her green tea ice cream. He lit up like a Christmas tree and gave her cheek a huge smack of his lips.

Ugh, parents. One could never understand them.

"What's that sigh for?" she blinked out of her thoughts once she heard her father's voice. He was still here? Didn't they need to be at work in te- oh wait, she forgot its only 7:30. She was still feeling jet lagged so when she woke up at 7:15, she couldn't go back to sleep and just decided to go down in the kitchen to see what's there to eat. Her dad was already awake by that point, and she could faintly smell bacon wafting from their kitchen. Naturally her feet led her there.

You know what, why would she even think that her parents should have left? She hadn't even eaten breakfast yet and already want her parents to leave. What an ungrateful child she was.

"Aya? Yoo whoo? Still there, flower?" She blinked again this time, her dad waving the spatula in front of her face. She immediately retracted from it when she saw the oil coming from it.

"Dad!" she whined, "don't do that! You know how hot oil can be dangerous."

Shigeru Kiseki laughed and returned back to his cooking, flipping the egg that was toasting on the pan. "I wouldn't have done it if you weren't so out of it. Besides, if you didn't want to oil to hit you, you shouldn't have sat around the island where, in case you didn't notice, ore no musume*, is where the burners are."

Ayame huffed and put her cheek on her hand that rested on the island counter. "I've always sat here for breakfast and I'm not changing that now. I like eating here."

"I know you do," her dad said as he asked her to grab plates from the cupboard. She followed his orders with fake grudge, but just one roll of eyes from Shigeru, Ayame couldn't help but giggle.

"So, mind telling your old Otou-chan what got you sighing like you're a senior citizen so early in the morning?" Her father brought again as they calmly ate their breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast (white because she didn't care about eating healthy right now).

"Nothing," she answered before taking a bite out of her buttered toast. Although she didn't have anything against Taro, but it was nice eating breakfast that she didn't cook. But then again, her dad just has a way with oils and pans that never failed to bring out the sinful goodness of bacon and potatoes.

Shigeru chuckled and ate a piece of his egg. "Really, now?"

She hummed in confirmation, turning on the small TV they had in the kitchen. Without her notice, she turned it to the channel that showed soccer leagues abroad, which coincidentally was showing a commercial of Ligue 1. Of course, she couldn't help the smile to form on her face as it showed a close-up of her neighbor as he celebrates a goal.

She also failed to notice the curious look on her father's face while he stared at her from across the kitchen island.

"Since when did you start like watching men's soccer?" Her dad "nonchalantly" asked as he bit into his bacon. Ayame turned her eyes away from the TV to look at her father, tilting her head to the side in question. "From what I remember, you detested them. You said that they were 'a bunch of sissies and liars for trying to fake injuries to get penalties.'"

O-oh shit, yeah that happened. Even if she did play soccer when she was younger, most of her idols were the women players (for the record, she still adored them), and she did roll her eyes whenever Men's World Cup Season came. She also barely watched any soccer at all when she was growing up because one: she was busy with school; she was an overachiever through and through, and two: she just wasn't interested about it. The only soccer related events she really did are little league soccer, travel soccer in middle school, and varsity soccer in high school which she eventually gave up when she hit senior year. It was great for college applications. And maybe she watched a little bit of the Women's World Cup when she had time.

The only reason she did know about PSG was because she wanted to follow conversations in France. And she just had the necessary information to get by.

It all changed when she found a certain player knocked out in front of his apartment with a sad expression on his face.

When she finally knew more about him, she couldn't help but tune in to the sports channel, trying to figure out why he was so different on the field but so sorrowful out of it. Soon, she decided that she wanted to see that smile on him always.

She just didn't expect for her to fall in love with him.

"Just recently," she answered vaguely while sipping the cup of hot chocolate she made. "You know those Europeans, soccer is life." She turned away from her dad, going back to the TV as it showed a recap of a Serie A game. "Gotta keep up with them somehow."

Her dad made a short hum as he took a drink from his mug of coffee. "Is that so?"

Ayame mindlessly nodded, engrossed in watching the show, who was now showing a preview of the friendly game between PSG and Arsenal. They were going to livestream it at 10 in the morning New York time. Hmm, maybe she should just stay for the morning and watch. It should be just around lunch time when it ends. She could leave and galavant through SoHo* in the afternoon.

"Are you sure it's not because of a boy?"

Caught off guard by her father's sudden teasing remark, Ayame, who was in the middle of taking another sip, suddenly choked on her drink and almost dropped her cup on the floor. Thank god she could function on instinct and set the cup on the counter before hacking up her lungs like she's dying.

Shigeru, despite his amusement from his daughter's reaction, quickly handed her a glass of water to save her from coughing up her lung. Ayame gratefully took the offered glass and gulped it all done in three seconds flat.

"What the heck, Dad!" she panted, saved from her unexpected choking. "Were you trying to kill me?"

"That was a perfectly sound question, you know," Shigeru argued as he cleaned up his dishes. "You're reaction to it was all you."

"But come on! You're acting like I'm still a teenager," she countered. "Because of a boy? Really?" It was sort of true… but he didn't need to know that.

"So is it?"

Ayame flushed, "What? No! Of course it's not because of a boy!"

"Uh huh," Shigeru snorted. "I'm your father. I can tell when you're not telling the truth."

She bristled in her seat. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"I don't know, are you?"

Ayameg growled in frustration and laid her head on the cold counter, annoyed by her father's ability to twist her words. In reply to her aggravation, the male Kiseki only laughed at her.

"You know, you don't really have to tell me anything," Shigeru told her as he started to clean up her dishes. "I just like teasing my daughters." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close like a father did to his daughters. Ayame sighed and leaned into his warmth. She'd die first before admitting it, but she missed cuddling with her dad. Now if only her home was here, then it'd be like when she was young and the Kiseki family will have their cuddle party.

"Although, I am kind of curious if you did find someone in Paris…" he remarked while putting her dishes in the sink. "It has been awhile since you were in a relationship. Maybe you have another boyfriend now? Don't forget to introduce him to us, okay?"

"Dad, seriously!"

End Chapter

AN: so aya's thoughts. at least we established something. although we dont know if she's going to confess soon. who knows. will she even confess? or will she just shrug this off? she seems to be pretty smitten to me in my opinion. lol also i love writing families. it makes it seem like we're actually reading about a real person (at least in my opinion)

but, yeah hopefully you liked how this chapter went. this is only the second time we got into aya's pov, imagine that. hopefully, you guys enjoyed it (you can be honest, its fine if you dont like it).

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