Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Hunt…
Synemyoa: Well, here's chapter 26. And I'm watching Ghost Hunt again from the very beginning. It's one of the few anime shows that I never get tired of watching over and over. Haha!
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…INSECURITIES???
Takigawa Houshou desu. Nijuurokusai. Full-time bassist and part-time monk. I am cheerful and funny. Friendly and warm. But I know when to get serious and professional too. I am famous among girls, guess it's because I'm in a band. In my age now, one would expect for me to have at least a steady girlfriend. But unfortunately and fortunately, I've got none. Why unfortunately? And why fortunately?
Flashback:
"Takigawa-san, kanojo ga iru?" Yasuhara asked.
"Unfortunately and fortunately, there's no one." I replied.
"Eee! Doushite?!" Mai asked.
"Why? Why, I don't have a girlfriend?" I asked back.
"Iie. I'm more bothered by what you said first. Why is it unfortunate and fortunate at the same time?" Mai asked.
"Unfortunate… Because… It's for the simple fact that I don't have one when most guys my age do." I said.
"And why is it fortunate?" John asked, getting curious as well.
"Well, it is fortunate! At least I don't have a girlfriend who will keep nagging at me. I hate it when women tend to become very capricious. Although bickering with someone sounds kind of challenging." I said.
"Really? You always bicker with Matsuzaki-san... Does that mean you want her to be your girlfriend?" Masako said, joining in the conversation.
"Chigau. Chigau. Chigau. Sonna koto was muri. Dame." I said, trying not to sound so defensive.
"Come on Bou-san! I know you like Ayako-san!" Madoka said in a teasing voice.
"As if! I don't like old women, Madoka-san!" I replied, but it was only because I want them to stop teasing me.
"No one would believe it when you say it while blushing, Takigawa-san! Aside from that, the look on your face at the mention of her name, tells a rather different story." Yasuhara teased.
"I told you, that miko doesn't even look like a miko. She's like my mom! Especially, the sharp tongue… She's always bickering too!" I complained more, trying to make my voice sound disgusted.
"Hidoi yo, Bou-san! If Ayako-san just heard you say that, you'll hurt her feelings!" Mai retorted.
Then, we were shocked. The door suddenly opened and revealed a teary-eyed miko, who obviously heard all the harsh things I said. And right then and there I felt so guilty that I wanted to take back everything I said about her…
"I heard it you know, I'm sorry… It's kind of sad that you think of me that way… But I'm really sorry for always… always bickering!" she said while crying and then immediately run out again.
End of flashback…
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And so now I'm here, chasing after her. I feel so guilty and I felt something squeeze my heart tightly when I saw her cry. And I thought right then and there that I would never want to make her cry again. I started thinking that maybe I should stop making fun of her… Even if I were only doing that so she would notice me… I realized, that maybe sometimes I really am going out of bounds… Maybe I hurt her… And I feel so stupid and insensitive for doing so. I never want nor intended to hurt her. I just want her to notice me…
"After all, for a rich miko like her… What am I anyway? At least when I tease her and make fun of her, she fights back… I can actually talk to her and she notices me…" I said that to myself…
I may be famous among girls… But that's just because I'm in a band. I've had girlfriends before… Been into relationships but they were never serious. And I never even tried courting yet! During those times, girls were the ones chasing after me and I didn't need to court them at all… Who would have thought… Someone as jolly and carefree as me, could actually be full of insecurities…
'Maybe because she seems so out of my league… And to me, she looks flawless even with all her imperfections…' I thought…
I guess that's just it… Even though she's not perfect… She seems to have the ability to appear so in my eyes. And I can't help but feel insecure.
"How can someone like her… ever notice someone like me?" I asked myself…
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