Book II: Ushio After
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- Le Chef, Fujimoto –
A bead of sweat trickled down Takeshi's forehead as he lined up his knife with a cut of raw fish. He brought the knife through as the fish was sliced in perfect symmetry. Feeling satisfied, he wiped his brow with his sleeve. He was working a late shift in the kitchen of the Matsuura restaurant, one of many across Japan. The kitchen was busy, and his colleagues were rushing around, keeping up their pace. The main floor was full of customers, for tonight's special was Matsuura's popular sushi, something Takeshi struggled with preparing. However, despite the rush he found work rather peaceful, as if everything made sense and fit together within the walls of the restaurant. As he continued with his task, a voice called from the other end of the kitchen. "Fujimoto," it yelled. Takeshi's eyes darted over to the kitchen's entrance. A plump woman with a crop of dark hair and heavy brown eyes was stood there. She wore a smart shirt with black trousers and smart shoes. A nametag pinned to her chest read: Hina Tanaka 'Kitchen Supervisor'. "Fujimoto," she repeated. "What's happened with table 30's order?"
"Working on it," Takeshi replied as he plated up some fish.
"Let's not have a repeat of table 21's order." She huffed. Earlier that night, Takeshi had managed to mix up two lots of sushi orders on the same table, resulting in two meals that were a mix and match of each customer's orders.
"Once again, I'm sorry," Takeshi said dryly. He saw his Supervisor start to make her way over. He was not particularly fond of the women, he found her boastful and pompous. The woman also had a habit of acting like every success was her doing, whilst every mistake was someone else's.
"Look," she said as she stopped by Takeshi's station. Takeshi kept his eyes fixed on the ingredients in front of him, yet the woman continued. "I don't want any sass okay, just make sure the order is correct and we'll be fine, I don't want to have to do your job as well, alright?" She said with a condescending tone. Takeshi merely nodded as the woman walked away. Ito, one of Takeshi's colleagues, was making his way past Takeshi's station as he spoke in a hushed tone.
"What a bitch," he muttered, walking past Takeshi. Takeshi fought a grin as he finished plating up the meal.
"Order 30, up!" Takeshi called. His supervisor came over, not acknowledging Takeshi and picked up the plates. Making her way out of the kitchen, she pushed through a swinging door with her back and left. Takeshi wiped his brow once again as he moved onto the next order.
A few hours later, Takeshi's shift was coming to a close. Once again, he and his colleagues; Ito, Niko and Yuuma were all cleaning the kitchen down. "I'm telling you man," Ito said as he looked to Takeshi. "Hina's got in for you."
"She's got it in for everyone," Takeshi replied as he continued wiping a countertop.
"Dunno man," Ito laughed. "That bitch isn't letting up on ya."
"Maybe Takeshi is special," Niko chuckled, the sound of her voice echoed slightly; she was stretching forward, head inside one of the large ovens as she cleaned it.
"Maybe she's into you Takeshi," Yuuma grinned as Ito and Niko both laughed. Takeshi shook his head.
"Don't be thick," Takeshi retorted. Yuuma shrugged.
"Hey, if she's willing."
"She's ancient!" Ito bellowed. The others laughed and sniggered as Takeshi tried to keep focused. Suddenly, the kitchen door swung open as Hina, the kitchen supervisor, walked in. She wore a dark jacket which was zipped up her neck. Takeshi and the others were silent, all continuing their work as Hina walked over.
"Right, I'm done for the night." She stated broadly. No one reacted. "Just make sure everything is in order for the morning." She added. The other's remained quiet, however Ito spoke up.
"Yep, don't you worry. I'm sure we'll get everything in order."
"Well, I should hope so. I wouldn't want to think that just because you four are off tomorrow, that you'd leave it in a state." She scowled; arms folded. Ito shrugged. The woman gave a begrudging look over her staff as she turned and exited the kitchen. They all stopped what they were doing, waiting to see if the coast was clear.
"She gone?" Yuuma asked. Ito nodded.
"Think so."
"You don't think she heard any of that, do you?" Niko wondered as she continued to clean the oven.
"Who cares," Ito muttered. "Did you see the way she came in here? Not even a thank you for working our asses off tonight."
"It is our job," Takeshi sighed as he finished up wiping down the countertop. He chucked his rag over to a sink as he tidied away a pile of kitchen utensils. Ito let out a groan as he spoke.
"Still though," he said. "It wouldn't kill her to show a bit of gratitude."
"I suppose," Takeshi nodded. Niko pulled her head out of the large oven as she took a seat on the countertop.
"Oof," she chuckled. "My head's all dizzy from the fumes." She brought her hands behind her head as she breathed in and out. Yuuma laughed at the woman.
"Speaking of getting dizzy," he grinned. "Who's up for a drink after?"
"It's gone midnight," Takeshi laughed. Yuuma shrugged at his words.
"Hoshi's will still be open," he replied. Ito nodded.
"Yeah, Hoshi's closes at about 3am," he added. "Niko, you up for it?" Niko gave a mischievous grin as she spoke.
"Only if Takeshi is," she said.
"Then you'll be waiting a while," Takeshi retorted. Niko rolled her eyes.
"Come on, stop being such a pansy," she said. Ito and Yuuma looked at each other, both confused by Niko's use of the word 'pansy'.
"I'm not being a pansy," Takeshi smirked. Niko smiled at him.
"Then come out with us, it's only a few drinks."
"Yeah, come on Takeshi," Ito bellowed. "Or I'll tell our dear old Supervisor how much you love her," he grinned. Takeshi let out a laugh as he spoke.
"Well, I wouldn't want that. Fine, I'll come."
"Finally!" Ito cheered; he still held his big grin. "You know what's going on at Hoshi's tonight, right?" The others were quiet. "Oh, come on," He laughed. "Karaoke!" Ito roared as the others laughed at him.
Hoshi's bar was situated in a quiet part of town. It looked a bit dingy from the outside, however the bars big bay windows at the front allowed a look at the inside. There were rows and rows of booths and tables with a stage at the front. A few people could be seen on stage, singing along to the karaoke machine that sat next to them. On the opposite side was a long stretch of bar, with bartenders serving drinks. Just to the left of the bar, towards the back of the room, were a few pool tables and dart boards. Despite nearing 1am when Takeshi and co strolled up, the bar was still lively. Takeshi wore a bright blue shirt with dark jeans and simple shoes. Ito had a baggy red jumper on with similar jeans and shoes. Yuuma wore a dark green hoodie, also with similar jeans and shoes. Niko however, as if expecting to be out that night, wore a loose-fitting top, trailing down her chest, with a short skirt and sneakers. Yuuma kept glancing over to her as the four of them came to the front door. A big, broad shouldered bouncer allowed them through. They entered, the loud sound of Karaoke filled the room, along with the chatter and laughter of the crowds. "Pretty lively!" Yuuma smiled.
"Any tables?" Niko asked as Ito, being a tad taller than the rest of them, craned his neck over the crowd, looking around. He spotted a small table in one corner of the room.
"Just over there," he said pointing.
"Awesome," Niko nodded. "You and Yuuma go and save the table, Takeshi and I will get drinks.
"Sure, I'll have a Whiskey Highball." Ito replied.
"Yuuma?" Niko asked. Yuuma thought for a moment.
"Let's start off with beer," he said. Niko nodded as she gestured for Takeshi to follow her to the bar, he did. Yuuma and Ito made their way through the crowd as they came to the table. There were only three chairs around it. Yuuma plonked himself into a seat as Ito looked around. He approached an occupied table that had an empty seat.
"Anyone sitting here?" He asked with a cheeky grin. It was a group of three girls, rather dolled up in Ito's eyes.
"Why?" One of them grinned. "Are you wanting to sit with us?"
"Ah," Ito chuckled. "Funny. Just wanting to steal the chair, for the moment of course," he smirked. The girls gave a laugh as they allowed him to take it. He made his way back to Yuuma as he placed the chair down and sat on it.
"Is it really that easy?" Yuuma asked, looking over to the three girls on the table opposite.
"What?"
"Talking to them like that." He muttered. Ito shrugged.
"You know what I'm like, I don't really care what people think of me," he laughed. Yuuma nodded. "Hey, if you want advice on women, look no further than Takeshi. That guy knows what he's doing."
"Yeah right," Yuuma mumbled as he looked over to the bar where Takeshi and Niko were stood, waiting to be served. Ito followed the man's line of sight. He gave another grin as he looked to his friend.
"If it's Niko you're after then let me give you some advice," he said, encouragingly. Yuuma looked over, hoping for some wise words.
"What's that?"
"Don't dip your pen in company ink," he chuckled. Yuuma shook his head.
"For fucks sake Ito," he said, fighting really hard against a grin. They both started laughing as they continued to converse. Over at the bar, Takeshi and Niko were still waiting on the bartender. Takeshi was leant against the wooden top, picking at a beer mat. Niko was stood up straight, right next to him, studying Takeshi. The man let out a small sigh as he tore the side of one of the carboard mats.
"Okay," Niko said as Takeshi looked to her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Takeshi mumbled quietly. Niko shook her head.
"No, come on Takeshi. You've been off for a while now." She paused for a moment. "Is it your roommate?"
"I told you guys; can we drop that one?" He stressed, looking back to the beer mat in his hand. Niko tapped her fingers on the wooden top. She made it nearly five seconds before she spoke again.
"Is it a girl?" She asked. Takeshi let out a huff as he remained quiet. "Oh my god it is, isn't it?!" She grinned.
"Look, just lay off alright?" Takeshi moaned, chucking the beer mat away from him. Niko however, kept nudging.
"Do I know her?" Niko smiled. Takeshi looked towards her, rather annoyed. Though, he decided to give in.
"No, you don't" Takeshi replied. Niko nodded.
"Well," she began. "She must be something to get you all worked up like this."
"What d'you mean?" Takeshi questioned. Niko shrugged.
"I've worked with you about a year now, right?" She asked. Takeshi nodded. "Every time we've been out with the guys, I've seen you go home with a girl."
"Not every time," Takeshi interjected, slightly offended.
"Alright, nine times out of ten, is that agreeable?" She laughed. Takeshi did not speak; he merely gave a begrudging nod. "So, my point is that considering the girls you've been with, this one must have really done a number on you for you to be so hung up on her."
"More like I did a number on her," Takeshi sighed, resting his chin on his palm. Niko raised an eyebrow.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing bad," Takeshi said. "Well … kind of."
"Kind of?" Niko echoed, leaning against the bar as she met Takeshi's eye level. Takeshi closed his eyes, keeping focused. He forced himself to speak.
"I- I guess I lead her on a bit, alright?" Takeshi said.
"I get it, you feel guilty about it."
"No. Well, yeah … but it's more than that." He stated, looking to Niko. The woman was about to speak when the bartender approached.
"Sorry for the wait," he smiled. "What can I get yo-"
"Give us a minute," Niko interrupted. The bartender was taken aback. He nodded and moved over to another customer. Takeshi's eyes were wide.
"What about the drinks Niko?!" He moaned. She brushed him off.
"They can wait … Takeshi, do you have feelings for this girl?" She asked, edging her face towards him, as if searching his expression for an answer. Takeshi let out a deep sigh as he pushed his head against the wooden top of the bar. Niko leant back as she shook her head. "Don't tell me then, you're such a kid."
"Look," Takeshi sighed as he brought his head up, looking back to Niko. His bright green eyes looked rather tired. "I don't want to get into this, okay? I don't get why you're so bothered."
"Well, you're a friend."
"So?"
"So, if you're feeling down about this then I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to us." She admitted. "I mean, there's no use making work awkward for everyone," she shrugged. Takeshi shook his head.
"Are we done?" He asked with a short yawn. Niko shuffled on the spot.
"Can I just say one thing?" She asked. Reluctantly, Takeshi nodded. "I don't think anything is worth getting so hot and bothered over if there's something you can do about it." Niko said.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, if you like this girl then tell her. Otherwise, shut up about it."
"You're the one who asked about it though," Takeshi grumbled. Niko grinned as she shrugged her shoulders. Takeshi ran his fingers through his mass of blonde hair. Letting out a sigh, he spoke. "It's complicated."
"Always is," Niko scoffed.
"Okay … is that it?" Takeshi asked.
"Yep."
"Yep?"
"Yep."
"Good."
"Good." Niko mimicked. They both went quiet as the bartender from earlier returned.
"Hey … So, are you guys ready?" He asked politely.
"About time, what took you so long?!" Niko jested as the bartender looked unsure as to what was going on. Takeshi shook his head.
"And you say I'm a kid." He sneered as Niko smiled and began to order their drinks.
Cheers and laughter echoed through the bar as Yuuma and Ito stood on stage, singing their hearts out. Takeshi and Niko were off to the side, playing a game of pool. The group had been out for nearly an hour, they were on their fourth round of drinks. Niko leant over the pool table as she cued up a shot. Following through, she knocked the white onto a yellow ball. It rolled forward, bounced off the cushion and went into the top right pocket. "Yes!" She grinned. "Next up is Mr. 8-Ball."
"Lucky shot," Takeshi sulked. Niko shook her head as she lined up her next shot. She hit the white onto the 8-Ball as the 8-Ball hit the corner of a pocket and bounce out.
"Damn," Niko muttered. Takeshi laughed at her as she cursed at him. She thrusted the cue into Takeshi's hands as the man grinned. Takeshi only had one red ball left.
"Watch this," Takeshi smirked.
"Watch what?" Niko retorted dryly.
"Let me do it first." He sighed. Takeshi lined up his shot, pulling the cue back, he pushed through and hit the white. However, his cue slipped under the ball, launching it up. The white ball flew off the table and hit the floor, rolling away. Niko could barely contain her laughter.
"Wow!" She bellowed. "Really impressive Takeshi!"
"Oh, piss off," he hissed. "I just needed more chalk on the cue."
"Whatever you say," she jeered, taking a sip of her beer. Takeshi walked away to locate the white ball. Ahead of him, he saw a table of three girls. One of them had picked up the white ball. She had long maroon hair with green eyes. She wore a slim fitting top that was cut off across her stomach along with a short skirt and heels. A smile was across her face as Takeshi approached.
"Lose something?" She laughed. "I can't imagine you're that good if you missed like that." She added. Takeshi wore a sleazy grin.
"Well, what can I say. You distracted me."
"Oh, I don't doubt that." She said with a promiscuous look. She held out the white ball to Takeshi, he took if from her as they shared a smile. Takeshi looked the woman up and down as one of her friends spoke.
"Hey," she said. Takeshi looked over. The other two wore similar clothes to their friend. One had a crop of blonde hair, the other was brunette with longer hair. "Are they your friends?" The brunette asked, pointing over to the stage. Takeshi looked over to Yuuma and Ito. They were still stood on stage, bellowing out a song, looking quite drunk.
"I mean," Takeshi began, turning to face the women. "Would you believe me if I said I've never met them before in my life?"
"Oh, come on," the blonde chimed in. "They're just having fun! Don't be such a downer," she laughed. Takeshi shrugged his shoulders. Once again, the brunette girl spoke.
"Do you think they'd mind if we joined them up there?" She grinned. Takeshi look back over to his colleagues. They were having the time of their lives. Takeshi thought for a moment; of course, he'd throw them a bone!
"You know," he said, looking back to her. "I think they'd love that." He laughed over the loud singing. The brunette girl nodded as she stood up, taking a gulp of her drink. The blonde girl followed as they both left for the stage. Takeshi turned to the maroon-haired girl. "You not going?" He asked.
"I've never been musical," she smiled. Takeshi nodded. "I'm Sara by the way." She said, putting out her hand.
"Takeshi," the man replied, shaking her hand.
"Hey, Takeshi." A voice shouted, Takeshi and Sara both looked over to the pool tables. Niko was stood there. "Hurry it up," she huffed. Takeshi rolled his eyes and looked back to Sara.
"Want to play?"
"Against you?" She smirked. "You wouldn't stand a chance."
"Well, let's find out." Takeshi grinned as Sara got up from her chair and grabbed her drink. They started making their way over to the pool tables. As they shuffled past a table, Takeshi looked over to the stage. He could see Yuuma and Ito still singing, however they were accompanied by the two women. Both Yuuma and Ito looked rather flustered. Takeshi laughed to himself. He and Sara came to the pool table.
"Who's this?" Niko asked, looking to Sara.
"Niko, this is Sara … Sara, Niko."
"Nice to meet you," Sara smiled. Niko nodded.
"Likewise," she replied, her eyes darted to Takeshi. "You got the ball?"
"Yeah, Sara is going to play a game though."
"Mind if we finish ours first?" Niko muttered, snatching the ball from Takeshi. Takeshi shrugged.
"I guess, just be quick though so I can finish you." Takeshi stated. Niko gave him a deadpan look.
"Don't act like you have a chance."
"Okay," Takeshi grinned as he looked to Sara, ready to impress. "2000 Yen says you don't pot the black next." He said boastfully, looking back to Niko. Niko studied him for a moment, then she smiled.
"4000 Yen says I knock the black off two cushions and sink it in the bottom left."
"You're crazy!" Takeshi yelled, laughing at her. "There's no way you'd do it."
"He's just scared," Niko said, looking towards Sara. Sara gave a laugh. "He doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you."
"Alright, alright," Takeshi muttered, gesturing with his hands. "You're on." He said. Niko nodded as she approached to make her shot. Takeshi leant in next to Sara as he spoke. "I'm not scared." He stated.
"Yeah, sure," Sara nodded. Takeshi let out a huff as he watched Niko take her shot. She lined it up, figuring out the path in her head. Bringing her cue back, she gave a strong follow through. In an instant, the white launched from its spot and hit the 8-Ball which ran straight and bounced off the top left cushion. It made its way to the top right as it ricocheted off and darted towards the bottom left pocket. It rolled straight in. Takeshi's mouth dropped as Sara burst out laughing. Niko made her over to the man as she stretched out her palm.
"Pay up," she smirked. Takeshi sighed as he pulled out his wallet and handed her the money. "Right," she said with a proud grin. "Who wants shots?!"
A while later, Takeshi, Niko, Yumma, Ito and Sara, along with her two friends, were sat around a table. They were on … they weren't sure what round it was; or who's it was. "Who's getting them in then?" Niko asked, looking around the table.
"I'm pretty sure it's Yuuma's round." Ito bellowed. Yuuma looked at him, annoyed.
"It's definitely not." He retorted. The blonde one of the three girls looked over to Yuuma.
"You can buy the next ones, right Yuuma?" She asked, innocently. She fluttered her eyelashes for extra measure. Yuuma had grown rather flustered.
"Yeah, come on Yuuma!" Takeshi laughed. Yuuma looked around to each of them, he landed back on the blonde girl. Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Um- Yeah sure." He mumbled, getting up from his chair. He walked over to the bar. Sara looked over to Takeshi.
"You've haven't told us what you guys do," she smiled. Takeshi looked to her as he sipped his drink.
"Well, I'm a chef," Takeshi gloated. Sara's eyes widened.
"Oh, really?" She beamed. "Where do you work?"
"Matsuura's" Takeshi smiled. Sara placed her hand on Takeshi's arm.
"I. Love. Matsuura's!" She laughed. "The food is so good."
"Hey," Niko interrupted. Sara and Takeshi looked over. "We work there too," she said, moving her finger between herself and Ito. Takeshi smirked.
"Yeah," he laughed. "I have multiple sous chefs."
"Leave it out," Ito groaned. "We're all on the same level." He stated. The brunette girl looked to Ito.
"What, you all do the same thing?"
"Yeah," he replied. "We've each got a speciality though."
"Aside from Yuuma," Niko smirked. Ito and Takeshi laughed at her words.
"Yeah, poor Yuuma is still figuring it out," Ito said. The blonde girl looked over to the bar, she could see Yuuma coming over with their drinks on a tray. He stumbled slightly as he passed a few tables but he caught himself.
"Bless him," she smiled. Yuuma arrived at the table as he noticed the rest of them staring at him.
"What?" He asked, rather put off.
"Nothing," Takeshi replied as they all smiled. Yuuma gave the man a suspicious look as he served the drinks. "So, what do you guys do?" He asked. Sara spoke up.
"I'm in training to be a veterinarian."
"Really?" Takeshi grinned. "I love pets! My friend in high school had a cat called Bento."
"They named their cat bento?" Sara laughed. "That's adorable."
"That's stupid," Ito interrupted. Niko rolled her eyes.
"Shut up Ito, I'm sure Bento was a cute ball of fluff." She sang in awe.
"I dunno," Takeshi began, taking on a more serious tone. "That cat was a scrappy little bastard." Sara laughed at his words. Takeshi grinned. "Did I mention that I love pets?"
"Twice now, do you have any?"
"Besides my roommate? No." Takeshi quipped. Sara gave a laugh as Niko rolled her eyes once again. A short while later, the bartender had called last orders as the group were finishing off their current round of drinks. The brunette one of the three girls had gone to order the last round, along with her friend. Sara remained with the others at the table. Yuuma and Ito were in the middle of a conversation, arguing about who had the best singing voice. Niko sat to the side, tolerating their quarrel. Sara pinched Takeshi on the elbow as he looked over to her.
"After this last drink, do you want to come back to mine?" She asked. Takeshi grinned as he nodded.
"Sounds good to me," he said with a wink. Sara returned his grin with a seductive gaze.
"Okay," she nodded. "I'm just going to nip to the toilet." She said, getting up and making her way over to the bathroom. Yuuma and Ito were still arguing as Niko looked to Takeshi; he looked incredibly pleased with himself.
"Do you realise how far up your own arse you've gone?"
"What a lovely image," he mumbled. Niko shook her head.
"Don't you think you're just distracting yourself?" Niko asked with a judgemental look. Takeshi paused for a moment. Appearing confused, he spoke.
"Distracting myself from what?" He wondered. Niko let out a sigh.
"From what we spoke about earlier?" She replied. Takeshi let out a groan as he downed the last of his current drink.
"I really couldn't care less," he scoffed. "So … leave it out." He sighed. Niko gave a shrug as she looked on. In truth, she was slightly concerned about her colleague and thanks to their talk earlier that night, Takeshi couldn't stop himself from thinking about it … that thing that he was apparently distracting himself from.
It was nearing 3:30am as Takeshi and Sara approached the front door of her small, rented house. The air held a cold chill. Sara took out her door key and placed it in the lock. She opened the door and walked in, holding it open for Takeshi. He walked through, staggering as he caught himself, and entered the front porch. "Someone's a little tipsy," Sara laughed as she entered and closed the door behind her. Takeshi grinned as he looked through into the rest of the house. He could see the front room, it was rather tidy, with a sofa and armchairs.
"Nice place," Takeshi said as he slipped off his shoes by the front door.
"Thanks, it's only cheap." Sara replied, doing the same. "So, do you want a drink?" She asked. Takeshi shook his head.
"I'm good," he said, keeping his eyes on Sara. The woman looked him up and down as she gestured with her head for him to follow.
"Come on then," she grinned as she moved through the living room and up the stairs. Takeshi followed, once again with a grin plastered on his face.
Sara pushed Takeshi back on to her bed as they both laughed. He went to unbutton his shirt as she pounced on top of him. They fiercely locked lips as Takeshi ran his hands down the woman's back. Sara took over, unbuttoning Takeshi's shirt, still kissing him. She moved her hands down to his belt as she went to unclip it. Suddenly, Takeshi had a thought go through his mind. A distraction. He pulled his lips away from Sara's. She tilted her head back, locking eyes with him. "What's wrong?" She asked. Takeshi looked back at her, giving his head a shake.
"N- nothing," he mumbled. She gave a smile as she nodded. Leaning back in towards him, they locked lips once again. Takeshi pulled Sara's shirt over her shoulders. Revealing her slim body. Sara did the same to Takeshi. She looked over his chest as her eyes found their way further down. She looked back up as they once again met eyes. She grinned as she leant in towards Takeshi's face. They continued to kiss. Takeshi was finally getting back into it when he felt Sara's hand slip down his jeans. He stopped her, grabbing her hand. The same thought ran through his head, a distraction. He once again pulled away from her. Sara stepped back and away from the bed, covering her stomach and chest with her arms.
"Okay, what is it?" She sighed. Takeshi looked on. He didn't have a clue as to what was happening to him. "Takeshi?" She uttered. The man cleared his throat as he sat up straight.
"I- I can't."
"You can't?" She asked.
"Yeah … I don't think I can do this." He admitted. Sara raised an eyebrow at him as Takeshi sighed. "It's not like this is a common occurrence," he stated, half-jokingly. Sara, however, was not amused. "I'm just … distracted, I guess."
"Distracted?" Sara echoed. "Wait … really?" She asked. Takeshi looked away from her, not sure what to say. Sara let out a bemused laugh. "Wow. Okay." She said dryly.
"Look, I'm sorry … we coul-"
"I think you should just go, to be honest." She interrupted. "You've kind of killed the mood," she added. Takeshi gave a slow nod.
"Right … yeah. Um-" He mumbled, looking down at himself. "I'll just …" He said awkwardly as he gestured towards his shirt that lay on the floor. He stood up as Sara watched him. Takeshi adjusted his jeans and fastened his belt up. He picked up his shirt and began to button it up. Sara grabbed her shirt from the floor as she brought it over shoulders and pulled it on. Takeshi finished buttoning his shirt as Sara looked at him. She nodded towards her bedroom door as Takeshi walked over and opened it, heading downstairs. Sara followed as they walked through the living room and came to the front porch again. Takeshi slipped his shoes on and fastened the laces. Looking back to Sara, he spoke. "Well, I'll see you around," Takeshi said. Sara said nothing as she opened the front door. Takeshi stepped out, it was cold and wet as rain started to fall. Takeshi looked back to her. "You wouldn't have an umbrella by any chance?" He asked. She shook her head as she closed the door on him, locking it. Takeshi walked out and through the garden, making his way onto the pavement. He looked around; the road ahead was illuminated by the lamppost above. He let out a sigh as he thought back on the night. What Niko had said … was she right? He thought to himself. The rain began to pelt the back of his head as it came down heavy. Shaking off his thoughts, Takeshi began to make his way down the road, hands thrown in his pockets, his clothes soaked, and his head hung ever so low.
The rain fell hard as Yumi looked out to the darkness, listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground. She was sat in her bedroom, a chair pulled up to her open window. She had a cigarette in hand as she let a cloud of smoke leave out through the open space and towards the night sky. Yumi's eyes were heavy, she could not sleep. Looking over to her clock on her bedside, she saw the time: 3:55am. She had work in roughly eight hours. Though, she was not bothered. Taking another pull on her cigarette, she looked around her room. Her eyes fell on her acoustic guitar that sat in the opposite corner of her room. Letting out another cloud of smoke, she dashed the rest of her cigarette out the window. Standing, she moved over to the guitar and carefully picked it up. She made her way back over to the window as she once again sat down. Running her hand along the smooth surface of the guitar, she smiled. Positioning herself, she plucked a few strings. Moving her hand up to the top pegs of the guitar, she retuned it. Then, she produced a few notes, satisfied with her adjustment. Looking back out the window, she gave a small sigh. Then, she began to play, a low humming tune flowed from her guitar. She closed her eyes as she began to sing in a hushed tone. It was a song foreign to her, yet one close to her heart.
'If I ever were to lose you, I would surely lose myself.
Everything I have found dear … I've not found by myself.
Try and sometimes you'll succeed, to make this man of me.
All my stolen missing parts … I've no need for anymore.
I believe.
And I believe 'cause I can see…
Our future days.
Days of you and me…'
She trailed off, going quiet as she stopped playing. Yumi gave a sniff as she brought her hand up to her face, brushing it against her tired eyes. Letting out a deep sigh, she placed her guitar down on the floor beside her. Then, she brought her knees up to her chest, resting them on the seat of her chair. Yumi wrapped her arms around her legs and looked out through the window. She leant her head against her knees, trailing off into thought … unable to sleep.
The turning of a lock could be heard as Yumi opened her work locker. Her eyes were heavy as she gave a yawn. It had just gone 12pm however, she had only slept a few hours the previous night. Taking her packed lunch out of her bag, she placed her bagpack in the locker. She shut it and locked it. She was in the large staffroom of her workplace. The lockers ran along one side of the wall, on the other were several windows that looked down at the street. In the middle of the room was a large table with a dozen chairs around it. The rest of the room was full of cupboards and counters which housed laminators, pouches, stacks of papers, signs and a never-ending assortment of other bits and pieces. Yumi still stood by her locker as she looked towards the opposite side of the room. There was a door that led down a short hallway, at the end of which was the manager's office. The door which led back out and through to the shop floor suddenly opened. An older man, who looked to be in his early fifties, made his way through. He had a buzz of short, grey hair on top of which sat a pair of small spectacles. He was around Yumi's height and wore the same style of uniform. One difference between them, however, was the name badge that the man wore. 'Riichi Shirai – Assistant Manager.' Noticing the man, Yumi cleared her throat as she put on a smile. "Good morning Riichi," she said. Riichi looked over to her as he returned her smile.
"Morning Yumi, you're starting late, aren't you?" He queried.
"I'm 12-5 today," she replied. The man nodded as his spectacles slid down from the top of his head and landed right on his nose. Yumi chuckled as the man sighed.
"These bloody things, I really do hate wearing them you know," he laughed.
"Have you ever thought of contacts?" Yumi asked.
"Irritating," he said shaking his head. "I'll have to suffer one way or the other," he smiled. The man made his way to a large printer that sat in one corner of the room. Yumi approached him as Riichi searched the paper tray for his printed documents. "Honestly," he muttered. "The amount of stuff that gets printed out here," he said running his hand over a stack of papers. "You'd think we'd have run out of trees by now," he jested. Yumi chuckled at the poor attempt of a joke. Then, she spoke, keeping a hushed tone.
"Um, Riichi," she said as the man looked to her. "Is Sonoko in today?"
"In the office," Riichi nodded. "Why? Anything I can help with?"
"Well, it's just … since we're hiring some new staff soon, I asked if she'd be willing to give my friend an interview. She said she'd consider it, but I haven't heard anything from her since." Said Yumi.
"I see," Riichi nodded. He looked over to the doorway that led to the office, then he looked back to Yumi. "She most likely forgot," Riichi stated quietly. "Feel free to go and knock on her door and ask her again though, allow me to get out of the way of the fire before you do though."
"Why, is she not in a good mood?" Yumi asked. Riichi shrugged.
"Who knows. With her, every day is a gamble," he muttered. Then, he composed himself and gave Yumi a serious look. "Sorry, that was quite unprofessional."
"That's alright," Yumi laughed.
"Look, just go and ask her about it again. I'm sure she'll be fine with it. You know what she's like, she means well but…"
"Yeah, I get it. Okay, will do," Yumi smiled. Riichi nodded once again as he left the room, with his printed document in hand. Yumi exited through the other door, the one that lead down the hallway and towards the main office. Coming to the end of the hallway, she came to a stop by the door. A plaque on it read 'Store Manager'. Yumi gave a sigh as she knocked. There was no reply. She knocked again and, after a few moments, she heard a disinterested voice.
"Yes, come in." It replied. Yumi opened the door and made her way into the office. Two large desks that sat back-to-back took over the majority of the room. There were several shelves and bookcases littered with folders and boxes. A plump woman with dyed dark hair sat at one end of the desk. She had a pair of brown eyes which were fixed on the laptop that sat in front of her. She hadn't even looked up to see who had entered the room.
"Um, Sonoko?" Yumi said.
"Yumi." The woman muttered as she finally looked up from her laptop. "Are you supposed to be in today?"
"You have me down 12-5 today … it's on the rota." Yumi replied bluntly. Sonoko screwed her face up slightly as she searched her brain.
"Right," the woman nodded. "Anyway, what's wrong?" She wondered. Yumi shook her head.
"Nothing, I was just wanting to check in, to know if you had come to a decision about my friend." Yumi said. Sonoko looked bewildered.
"What friend?" She laughed. Yumi let out a short sigh.
"The other day, I asked you if you'd consider allowing my friend to interview for a job?" Yumi said, reminding the woman. Sonoko strummed her fingers on the table as she thought for a moment.
"Are they capable?" She asked, adopting a professional manner.
"Um- yeah. He's hard working and flexible, he can work any hours you need him to. He'd be fine doing heavy lifting as well." Yumi shrugged. "I'm certain he'd fit in."
"Okay." Sonoko nodded, sliding a piece of paper and pen towards Yumi. "Write down his details and I'll be in touch." Taking the pen and paper, Yumi jotted down Kaito's name and number. Yumi thanked the woman as she went to leave the room. "Yumi." Sonoko said as Yumi turned back around. "Would you mind just helping me out on this?" Sonoko asked, pointing down to her laptop. Yumi nodded.
"Are you adjusting the stock levels aga-" Yumi began, yet she stopped. Looking at her Manager's laptop, she expected to see something work related. However, she could see that Sonoko had merely been browsing for shoes.
"I'm trying to order this pair," the woman said earnestly. "I'm not sure how to go about it though." She admitted. Yumi rolled her eyes at the incompetence of her boss. Despite her dismay, Yumi went ahead and did as she was asked; she began her first task of the day … ordering her Manager a new pair of shoes.
It was high noon as streaks of sunlight trickled their way through the blinds of Takeshi's bedroom window. They fell over the man's face, settling over his eyes. Takeshi's face twitched as he slowly opened his eyes, just enough to see in front of him. He groaned as he rolled over on to his stomach. His head was sore. He reached out to his bedside table and grabbed his phone. Turning the screen on, he saw the time: 2:12pm. "Shit," he mumbled into his pillow. "Slept in." Sighing, he opened the draw of his bedside table, he rummaged around inside. He was looking for a pill to calm his headache, though it was to no success. Dragging himself out of bed, he pulled on a pair of joggers. Moving over to a pile of clothes on his floor, he picked up a t-shirt. Giving it a sniff, he pulled it over his head and down to his stomach. He let out a big yawn as he shuffled his hair with his hands. Then, he made his way over to his door. Turning the handle, he slowly opened it and poked his head out. The living room looked empty from where he was stood. He listened for a moment, hoping to avoid a conversation with his roommate. Takeshi let out a sigh as he realised, he was alone. Opening the door fully, he stepped out and made his way over to the archway that led into the kitchen. As Takeshi passed the sofa, he heard a voice.
"Afternoon." It spoke. Takeshi came to a stop as he winced. Turning around, he saw who had spoken. Kaito was laid back on the sofa, reading a book. The dark-haired man gave a weak smile as he looked on at Takeshi.
"Alright?" Takeshi asked, unenthused. Kaito shrugged.
"Yeah, just skimming through." He replied, holding up his book. Takeshi looked at the cover, the title read: 'The Positive Eye; Looking in from a new perspective.' "Rin lent it to me," he said. Takeshi nodded as he turned away and entered the kitchen. Kaito placed his book down as he followed Takeshi. Kaito came to the archway as he leant against it, he could see Takeshi looking through a large draw under the kitchen sink. Takeshi found what he was looking for, a packet of pills. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. Placing the pill in his mouth, he gulped down the water and swallowed. Drinking the rest of it, he placed the glass down and let out a low belch. "So," Kaito began as Takeshi looked over. "What time d'you get in, was late right?"
"Early." Takeshi sighed. "About four or so."
"Where'd you go?" Wondered Kaito.
"Hoshi's."
"Ah, with Niko and that?"
"Yeah …" Takeshi uttered. The two went quiet. Takeshi filled his glass again as he moved over to Kaito and nudged past him. Takeshi walked through the living room and went to open his door.
"Takeshi." Kaito sighed. Takeshi turned around. Kaito held a frustrated look. "We need to talk." He said, approaching the man. He came to a stop a few metres in front of Takeshi. The blonde-haired man let out a sigh.
"I don't want to talk Kaito," Takeshi said bluntly. "I mean, what is there to say?"
"Look, I get it. I know th- that things aren't going to be same okay; I know." He muttered, breathing heavily. "But fucking hell man, can't you even talk to me?" He asked, Takeshi looked away. "Or at the very least look me in the eye." Kaito was clearly agitated and was coming across short. "Come on." He huffed.
"What is it you expect me to say?" Takeshi spat. "Oh, welcome home Kaito! Glad you sorted yourself out and left everyone else in shit. Let's just ignore the past three years and not even think about how you've completely fucked up my life!" He yelled, though he immediately dropped to silence. The two men locked eyes. Kaito's had a hue of great sadness whilst Takeshi's held a look of utter shock. Takeshi broke eye contact as Kaito swallowed his breath. Letting out a sigh, Kaito turned around and headed through to the kitchen. Takeshi looked on, he could see Kaito pulling on his boots and putting on his jacket. Then, without hesitation, Kaito opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him. Takeshi hung his head as he entered his bedroom and closed the door, leaving the apartment to simmer in a cold and sullen atmosphere.
Ushio Okazaki made her way down the busy shopping district of Hikarizaka as she scanned the area. There were plenty of people going about their day as she strolled past a few shops. Up ahead, she saw who she was looking for. A tall blonde-haired man was stood outside a local café, he had his hands in his jacket pockets as he lent against a streetlamp. "Takeshi!" Ushio called, making her was over to the man. Takeshi nodded as he saw his friend. Ushio approached, sporting her usual bright smile.
"A bit out of the blue, isn't it?" Takeshi said. Ushio shrugged.
"I suppose, I did try calling you this morning though," she laughed. Takeshi nodded as he gave a mighty stretch, making him seem even lankier than usual.
"I was still asleep."
"I gathered," Ushio smiled.
"So, you just wanted to grab some coffee?" He asked, looking to the café beside him. "Not gonna lie, I could do with something to wake me up," he joked. Ushio nodded.
"I just thought it would be nice to catch up, just you and me for once," she stated. Takeshi nodded. "Come on then," she smiled as she made her way inside the café, Takeshi followed shortly behind.
Takeshi and Ushio sat at a table next to the big front window of the café. They each had a mug of coffee along with something to eat. Takeshi had treated himself to a piece of chocolate cake whilst Ushio had opted for an iced bun. As Takeshi filled his mouth with the rich flavoured cake, Ushio looked around the café. "Do you remember when we come here in highschool?" She asked. Takeshi looked up. Swallowing his food, he gave a nod.
"Only once or twice," he muttered. "I remember being here after Kumiko left. You know when we decided to visit Gaku in custody."
"Yeah," Ushio sighed. "I'll never forget that day."
"Right, could say the same about a lot of stuff." He replied. Ushio nodded in agreement.
"We did go through a lot."
"We did." Takeshi said, taking another bite of his cake. Ushio took a sip of her coffee as she studied Takeshi. The man seemed rather off in her eyes. She knew he had been out late the previous night, though, she couldn't help but think that something else was wrong.
"Is everything alright?" She asked. Takeshi looked back up to her as he shrugged.
"I suppose." He mumbled through his food. Ushio's eyes did not leave her friend as Takeshi let out a sigh. "Obviously, I'm going to have to tell you," Takeshi muttered.
"You don't have to tell me anything," Ushio chuckled. "I just …" She began, going quiet. Takeshi raised an eyebrow.
"Just what?"
"Well, I know things between you and Kaito aren't great right now. On top of that, I get that you're not on the best of terms with Yumi either." She stated, giving a worried look. Takeshi eyes fell back to his cake as he took another bite.
"Meaning?" He asked, once again mumbling through his food.
"Well, I just don't want you to feel … pushed out." Ushio admitted. Takeshi took a sip of his coffee as he swallowed his cake.
"Right … pushed out," he echoed. Ushio shook her head.
"Maybe I worded that wrong." She said, "I- I'm just saying, that there's no reason we can't be on good terms, right?" She wondered. Takeshi gave a sigh as he spoke.
"Right. But Ushio, just know that I'm not pulling my hair out over Yumi or even Kaito. I can't help how I feel, and I can't help how they feel either." He shrugged. Ushio looked on, trying to figure her friend out. She noted that he seemed almost apathetic, yet to her it appeared the man was forcing himself to be so. "Anyway, can we change the subject please. I've already had one row with Kaito today, I'm not looking for another," he said, taking another sip of coffee.
"You did?" She said with a worried look.
"Yes, but it's like you said right? There ain't no reason we can't be on good terms."
"Of course," Ushio uttered.
"So," Takeshi began as he lent back in his chair and folded his arms. "What's new with Ushio?" He smiled. Ushio returned the smile as she spoke.
"Well, I've actually got an interview coming up next week," she said, attempting to subdue her excitement.
"Awesome, what for?"
"Remember Kouko?" Ushio asked. Takeshi racked his brain as he thought back to their younger days. The image of a very pretty woman with a neat crop of brunette hair entered his mind.
"Your parents friend?" He wondered, "the art teacher, right?"
"That's the one," Ushio beamed.
"Bloody hell, yeah I remember when she asked us to put up those posters for the founder's festival!" Takeshi grinned, giving his blonde locks a tussle.
"God, yeah. I think that was the first time we met, wasn't it?" Ushio smiled. Takeshi nodded.
"It was, pretty brief though."
"We got there in the end," Ushio laughed.
"We did," Takeshi chuckled. "So, yeah are you taking her job or something?"
"No, no don't be silly," Ushio chuckled. "I am interviewing to be her teaching assistant though."
"That's great," Takeshi said, tipping his coffee towards her. "Cheers to you, Ushio." He grinned.
"Why thank you," Ushio said, touching the tip of her mug to his. They both took another sip of their coffees as they went quiet. Once again, Ushio could see that something was bothering her friend. "What about you Takeshi?" She asked, the man looked to her. "How's Chef Fujimoto doing in his career?" She jested. Takeshi let out a sigh as he spoke.
"I have been wanting to tell someone," he admitted. He took another sip of his coffee, finishing it. "Well, I had a talk with my manager the other day." Takeshi said. "Um- Do you know about the restaurant chain that I work in?"
"Not really," Ushio said, shaking her head.
"Right. Matsuura's is a pretty big chain across Japan, a lot of top-rated restaurants, some are part of hotels and airports and that."
"Okay."
"The owner, 'Mr Matsuura'." Takeshi smirked, making quotations with his fingers. Ushio laughed at him. "Mr Matsuura is wanting to expand more. I mean, it's a no brainer that the rich wanna get even richer. Anyway, my manager said that the company is looking for several candidates to run the kitchens in their new restaurants."
"Oh wow," Ushio exclaimed. "That's a bit of a step up, isn't it?" She wondered. Takeshi nodded.
"It is. But my manager reckons I've got what it takes. So … yeah, I guess the catch is that I'd have to relocate, it's not like there's going to be another one in Hikarizaka." He shrugged. "I'd also have to quit my access course."
"Isn't that your college equivalent? Is that a good idea?"
"Ushio, I'd be a head chef. I mean, the money alone would be enough to justify it. Not to mention the job security," he stated, reciting his manager's words. "It's a pretty big deal to be honest. Still though …"
"What?"
"I dunno, I just feel like … Right, I don't know if I should take it. I've got a life here, family and that. I'm just unsure I suppose. I think I'd feel guilty leaving." He confessed.
"Guilty in what sense?" Ushio asked. Takeshi fiddled with the handle on his mug.
"I'm not sure," he sighed. Ushio could hazard a guess to what Takeshi felt guilty about. Yumi … Kaito … His family.
"Takeshi," she uttered. The man looked towards her. "If you want my advice, I think you should discuss this with your family."
"Yeah, I guess." He nodded.
"You know though, you are your own person and it's completely up to you. Don't let anything stop you from pursuing what you feel you should pursue. You know you'll regret not doing what you want to." She let out a laugh. "I've never known you not to just go for it. Of course, we have more responsibilities with where we are right now in life."
"Compared to when we were kids," Takeshi nodded.
"Yep," Ushio beamed. "Follow your heart and your head Takeshi. Make the decision that you feel is best for you … no one else." She smiled. Takeshi remained quiet. What is best for me? Takeshi thought to himself as Ushio sipped on her drink. Takeshi looked out the large window to his side; watching the passers-by's go about their business. Best for me, he thought again … I have no idea.
Yumi, along with several of her colleagues, stood by the large automatic doors of the supermarket. It had passed 5pm and the staff had just finished closing shop; the doors were set on lock. Barricading them all from the customers on the other side who were too late to shop. Riichi and Sonoko approached them as Riichi went to open to doors to allow the staff to leave. "Good job today guys," Sonoko said. Her staff barely responded; they were all simply eager to get home.
"Right, see you all later." Riichi smiled as the doors opened, allowing everyone through. Yumi stood hung back as she approached Sonoko.
"So, when should I tell Kaito to expect your call?" She asked. Sonoko thought for a moment, as if trying to remember who this 'Kaito' was.
"Oh, right. I'll call him soon; don't worry I'll give him some notice before the interview."
"Right," Yumi muttered as she realised that was the best answer she would get.
"Come on Yumi," Riichi huffed as he kept hold of the automatic doors. "These things will rip my arms off soon if I hold it any longer. Yumi let out a laugh as she said goodbye to her managers. Taking her leave, she made her way out and past the carpark of the supermarket.
"Yumi!" A voice called. She knew exactly who it was. Turning around, she saw Haru approaching.
"How's it going stalker," she smirked. Haru went slightly red.
"It's not like that," he laughed uneasily. "I told you I walk this way."
"I'm kidding," Yumi chuckled. "What's up?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you fancied that drink toni-" Haru was suddenly cut off as Yumi's phone gave a loud ring.
"Hang on," Yumi muttered as she searched her pocket for her phone. Pulling it out, she saw who was calling: KAITO SAKUMOTO. "I need to take this," she said as Haru nodded. She slid her finger across the screen, accepting the call. "Kaito?" She asked, bringing the phone to her ear. Haru looked on as Yumi spoke. "Okay, yeah I can meet you." … "No, no it's fine. I can spare an hour or so." Haru's face came to a frown as he realised that he would not be going for a drink with the violet-haired woman. "Right," Yumi continued. "See you in soon." Yumi hung up the call and placed her phone back in her pocket. She gave a pitiful smile towards Haru. "Sorry," she said. "Another time?"
"Sure," Haru nodded as he smiled. "See you tomorrow," he added. Yumi watched the man walk away as she gave a sigh. Then, she turned around and set off to meet her friend.
The evening grew colder as Yumi trailed up a steep hill. Placing one foot after the next and taking deep breaths in between. She continued, passing treelines and other greenery. Eventually, she came out on top of a hill. Across the way from her, overlooking the town below, was a bench. On it, sat Kaito who was smoking a cigarette. He wore his musky old jacket with his heavy boots. Yumi sighed as she brought her hands into the pockets of her fluffy coat. Walking towards the bench, she spoke. "You dragged me all the way up here," she laughed as Kaito turned around.
"I like the view," Kaito replied as he let out a cloud of smoke. Yumi joined him on the bench as she looked out over the town.
"I can see why," she smiled. She nudged her head towards Kaito. "Mind if I steal one?" She asked. Kaito looked to the cigarette in his hand.
"Didn't know you smoked."
"I don't. Not officially," Yumi stated. Kaito gave a half-hearted smile as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Handing one to Yumi, she placed it in her mouth as Kaito lit the end for her. Taking a long drag, she mirrored Kaito's action from before, allowing the smoke to leave her mouth and float upwards. She gave a satisfied sigh as Kaito did the same. "So," she began. "You've been sat up here for how long?"
"Well, I left home just after two."
"So, you've been sat here for three hours?" Yumi asked, slightly bewildered. Kaito shook his head.
"No, I walked as well."
"For three hours?!" Yumi laughed. Kato shrugged.
"I like to walk." He replied.
"Obviously," Yumi smiled. "Go on then, what happened?" She asked. Kaito hesitated for a moment, then he stubbed his cigarette and flicked it away. He turned to face Yumi as he spoke.
"Well, I tried to talk with Takeshi. He wasn't having any of it." He sighed. "Then, I guess I got a bit angry, then Takeshi got angry. Things were said." Kaito mumbled. Yumi took another pull of her cigarette as she exhaled.
"What did he say?"
"He said … well … that I've ruined his life, left you all in shit after I left. I suppose he's right." Kaito sighed. He rubbed the stubble on his chin as he thought back on Takeshi's outburst.
"And he still hasn't spoken to you otherwise?" Yumi questioned. Kaito shook his head as he looked out to the town, taking in the view. "Look, Kaito." Yumi started as Kaito looked over to her. "I understand that things are difficult for you right now. But no one is expecting you to get sober, get your head straight and make things right in a week. You're only human. If Takeshi isn't available or able to support you and understand where you're at then that's on him, not you." She said giving a supportive smile to her friend. "There's no reason you need to take on his problems as well as your own."
"I suppose so."
"You know so, you just don't want to admit it." She said dryly. Kaito shook his head as Yumi let out a sigh. "Come on Kaito, you know as well as I do that you never, ever want to burden anyone else with your problems. Clearly that just leads to bigger issues, right?" The man nodded ever so slightly. "I know you feel guilty about Takeshi and how things have gone since Juni died but don't let his resentment define you now. It's not worth it, especially when you have others around you who are willing to support you." Yumi stubbed her cigarette as she too flicked it away from her. "By the way, I don't want you to think I'm only saying this because it's Takeshi. I'd say the same thing if it was Ushio or your friend Rin. I told you before that you need to push forward, so don't let this hold you back. Not now." She concluded as Kaito looked on at her. A smile came over his face as he nodded.
"Thanks," he muttered. Yumi returned his nod.
"Besides, you've got something else coming your way."
"What's that?" Kaito asked, confused.
"I think I've managed to get you an interview." Yumi smiled.
"Think?"
"Yeah, well … my manager is a bit all over the place. She said she'd call you soon though and arrange it. So hopefully she remembers." Yumi said. Kaito shuffled on his seat as he looked uncomfortable. "What is it?" Yumi asked.
"It's just … I haven't been for an interview since we left high school." He said, letting out a deep sigh. "I've literally picked shit off the street for nearly three years." He muttered, looking to Yumi. "Even something like a supermarket seems like a massive step."
"Please. You are far more capable than half the staff there. You just can't see it." Yumi chuckled. Kaito smiled.
"Then they must really be a bunch of idiots."
"Oh, you have no idea." Yumi laughed, as did Kaito. The two looked back out across the town below, the evening was beginning to grow a shade darker as the lights below shone bright. "Are you doing anything tonight?" Yumi asked.
"I was thinking about bumping into Rin."
"Anything going on there?" Yumi asked with a mischievous smile. Kaito burst out laughing.
"Yeah, good one Yumi." He grinned. "What about you, any plans?"
"Well, I'm off for a drink with Ushio. I'd invite you but she wants it to be a 'girls night out' … Whatever that means." She laughed.
"Brilliant," Kaito chuckled. "Well, enjoy. Where abouts?"
"Um- Hoshi's I think?"
"Oh right, yeah I've been there a few times. It's cool."
"Good to know," Yumi nodded. "You know, you should bring Rin out with us again. We could all go and ride go-karts are something." She suggested. Kaito gave a smile.
"Yeah … sounds up her street." He replied. Yumi nodded as the two shared a smile once again. Then, they both looked out over the town, once again taking in the view.
"Cheers," Ushio smiled as she and Yumi tipped their wine glasses together.
"Cheers," Yumi replied. They both brought their glasses to their mouths as they drank. They were sat in Hoshi's bar. They were not particularly dressed up, they merely wore comfortable yet fitting clothing, of course they still looked the part. The atmosphere was different than the previous night. A band was on stage, providing live music. A few people were playing pool and the tables were not at capacity. It was a chilled vibe. Ushio glanced around, taking in the bar as Yumi spoke. "How's the prep for your interview going?" She asked.
"It's fine," Ushio nodded. "I'm getting nervous though, but Kouko keeps telling me I'll be fine."
"Of course, you're great at art and great with people Ushio," Yumi smiled. Ushio blushed slightly as she took a sip of wine. "Besides, you've already got your in with Kouko. I'm sure this interview will be more of a formality than anything."
"I've still got to work for it though," Ushio stated. Yumi nodded.
"I'm not saying otherwise. I don't think you need to worry too much though." Yumi said as Ushio smiled.
"I can't help it," she said. Yumi let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, I know." She replied. "I like this place," Yumi said as they both took a look around.
"Me too, seems pr-eeetty cool," Ushio said in an exaggerated manner. Yumi laughed again.
"Well, you're certainly not." She jested. Ushio rolled her eyes.
"I definitely am."
"I suppose so." Yumi smiled as she looked over to the stage. The band were playing a set whilst the two women listened to the music. Yumi could imagine herself stood up there, guitar in hand, strumming away as she sang her heart out. As of late, music seemed to be one of the only things to bring her any happiness. Though, she appreciated the company and support of Ushio and Kaito. She continued to picture herself up there, allowing herself to be vulnerable and open in a way she was so comfortable, singing from her heart, about her desires and hopes … her future days.
"Yumi?" Ushio asked as Yumi was brought back to reality.
"Y-yeah?"
"Everything alright?" Ushio wondered, giving her usual smile. Yumi smiled back.
"Sure," she nodded.
"I was going to ask, how you were … with the whole Takeshi situation." Ushio said. Yumi took a sip of her wine, bringing it down, she let out a huff.
"Let's see, I come home from college, we meet up again and things, once again, go as they always have between us. Then we slept together and the next morning he completely ignores me. Then, we go out and he flaunts around with some girl he doesn't even know. Then he tries to brush me off as a friend, wanting to forget anything ever happened … and here I am." She finished, this time taking a big gulp of wine.
"Sorry," Ushio uttered. "I didn't mean to get you all worked up." She admitted. Yumi let out a sigh as she shook her head.
"No, Ushio. I'm sorry." Yumi smiled. "I shouldn't be so on edge with you. I know you're just trying to help."
"It's fine," Ushio smiled. Yumi nodded and let out a deep sigh.
"With Takeshi and I … it's just something that's been back and forth for so long that it's just become tiring." Yumi said. "I kept thinking there was really something there between us. But, as usual with Takeshi, it's all talk."
"I don't think that's fair." Ushio said, shaking her head. Yumi looked on, narrowing her brow. "You know how good of a friend Takeshi can and has been. I'm sorry it hasn't worked out, but you can't discredit him like that Yumi. We don't know what he's going through." Ushio sighed.
"I get it," Yumi nodded. Ushio smiled with relief. "Just be happy you're not on my side of it though. It doesn't feel very nice Ushio." She croaked. Ushio held an understanding look. "At this point, I think it's something that I just want to put behind me. I think I'm ready for that." Yumi uttered.
"If you think that's for the best,"
"I do." Yumi said confidently.
"Okay," Ushio smiled, her eyes found their way over to the band on stage. However, her attention was brought back to Yumi, for the woman had more to say.
"Ushio, listen." Yumi began. "My dad thinks he's going to have to sell our house."
"How come?" Ushio asked innocently. Yumi shook her head.
"It's a long story but with my brother being in hospital, my parents haven't exactly had their priorities in line, money wise. So, my dad has got into a lot of debt, so he's going to talk with my mom about moving."
"I'm sorry Yumi," Ushio empathised. Yumi smiled.
"I'm going to have to get my own place," she sighed. "They're downsizing so … I was wondering." Yumi went quiet as Ushio gave a smile, encouraging her friend to speak. "Ushio, what's your plans? I mean, would you be up for getting a place together?" She wondered. Ushio looked to her drink as she ran her thumbs down her glass. The woman shook her head.
"I don't think I'm ready for that." Ushio admitted a frown came across Yumi's face. "You know, despite wanting to work with Kouko, I still feel totally uncertain about my future." Ushio shrugged her shoulders. "I really don't think I could leave my parents right now." Said Ushio. Yumi took another sip of her wine as she nodded.
"Yeah, that's fair."
"I'm sure it would be a lot of fun though," Ushio giggled as Yumi smirked. "It's just not the right time for me."
"I know," Yumi nodded. They went quiet as the band on stage switched to a calmer tune. "Look, Ushio … I get we've kind of spoken about this before but, I really am sorry for not staying in touch during college." Yumi uttered as Ushio nodded.
"Me too," she said.
"You know, in a way … I think not talking to you all made Juni's death easier to deal with."
"Yeah," Ushio agreed. "I know what you mean." They both shared a smile as Yumi spoke.
"I just, well, I want you to know that I'm so glad we're friends again."
"So am I," Ushio smiled. "To be honest Yumi, you were someone I always looked up to." Yumi fought a grin as she was taken aback by Ushio's words. "You were always so headstrong and brave Yumi, I really admired that."
"And I always admired your optimism Ushio, you can make anyone feel better about themselves. Even Kaito," Yumi grinned. Ushio rolled her eyes. "Well, since we've got the soppy stuff out of the way, how's about we have some fun?" Yumi bellowed. Ushio laughed as she gave a sharp nod.
"You read my mind."
"Are you any good at pool?" Yumi asked as she grabbed her drink and got up from her seat. Ushio scoffed at her words.
"Please, I used to always beat Satoru when we played. I'm sure you'll be a piece of cake," she winked, following Yumi over.
"Big talk from a small girl," Yumi laughed. "Let's do it!" She grinned. The balls were set on the table as Yumi went to break. "Don't hold your breath." Yumi muttered, tucking a strand of her violet hair behind her ear. She followed through, knocking the white ball onto the others, sending several out from the pack, sinking them into nearby pockets. Ushio let out a laugh of disbelief and with that, their night had really begun.
The evening was growing dark as Takeshi stood outside his mother's house. He had been there for nearly fives minutes, unsure of whether or not he should proceed. Giving a sigh, he went to knock. However, just then, he heard the sound of a motorbike bellowing loudly down the street. A well-built, muscular man was atop it. It came to a stop just outside the house. The man brought the helmet off his head, revealing the face of Takato, Takeshi's brother. "Sup bro," Takato grinned as he dismounted his bike. He brushed his hand through his messy locks of blonde hair, holding his helmet under his other arm.
"Alright?" Takeshi muttered as Takato made his way through the front garden.
"Not bad, just here to pick up some stuff mom got on wedding venues and that," the man stated.
"Oh shit, you're already planning?"
"Yuki is, not me," Takato laughed. "We're still aiming for next year but hey, she's excited so I'm not going to ruin her fun."
"Course," Takeshi nodded. Takato looked on at his brother as Takeshi went quiet.
"So," Takato said. Takeshi looked up.
"So?"
"You gonna knock?" He asked with a smirk. Takeshi looked over to the front door as he shook his head.
"Sorry, kinda spaced out for a second."
"Yeah, I could tell. Everything alright?" Takato wondered, giving a curious look to his brother. Takeshi nodded. "What did you stop by for?"
"Wanted to run something past mom." He replied as he knocked on the front door.
"Gotcha," Takato nodded. The two stood there, waiting for their mother to answer the door. Takato still looked on at his brother, as if trying to find a hint or clue as to what could be bothering the man. Just then, the door opened as the two were met with the bright and pretty face of their mother, Chiaki.
"Well, isn't this a surprise," she beamed as she looked to her two sons. "I was expecting one of you but not the other," she chuckled. Takato smiled as Takeshi nodded.
"Yeah, sorry for just dropping by," Takeshi muttered. Chiaki shook her head as she gave Takeshi a squeeze.
"Nonsense, you're always welcome here." She smiled. Looking over to Takato, she did the same, embracing her eldest. "How's Yuki?" She asked as they parted.
"All good," Takato laughed. "A bit wedding mad at the minute."
"Most future brides tend to be," Chiaki laughed. Takeshi looked rather disinterested. "Well come inside, both of you." She fussed as they all entered. A short while later, the three of them were sat in Chiaki's living room, having a cup of tea, and looking over a mass of papers and leaflets, showing wedding venues, photographers, caterers, and all manner of other wedding necessities. They completely covered the small coffee table. Chiaki and Takato sat on the sofa, as Takato sported an appreciative smile while his mother educated him on her spoils. Takeshi sat off in a chair to the side, away from the other two. He nursed his cup of tea as he watched the other two, talking and laughing about Takato's big day, even if it was a year away. "I really like this place," Chiaki stated as she pushed a leaflet over to Takato. "You see," she smiled. "There's such a big hall here, lush gardens and the honeymoon suite is beautiful," she said. Takato nodded.
"Looks great mom." Takato smiled as he looked over to his brother. "Right, Keshi?"
"Yep," Takeshi nodded as he took a swig of tea. Suddenly, Chiaki began to tear up. Her two sons looked on, rather worried.
"W-What's wrong mom?" Takato asked, placing his arm around her.
"Oh, oh it's nothing," she laughed, wiping a tear away from her eye. "I just, oh, I'm so proud of you honey." She beamed, planting a kiss on Takato's cheek. Takeshi looked on. "You've come so far and now you're getting married as well. To lovely, lovely Yuki no doubt." She chuckled, as did Takato. Takeshi looked on. "It's such an important step Takato, one I know you'll take seriously."
"Thanks mom," Takato smiled. Takeshi looked on.
"You've found the one Takato," Chiaki said, smiling once again. "Don't let her go now, okay?" She laughed. Takato nodded.
"I won't, as long as she'll have me." He vowed. Chiaki embraced her son. Takeshi looked on. The two came apart as Chiaki composed herself.
"Right, do you two want some cake or something, I've got a lovely sponge in the cupboard." She beamed.
"Sounds good," Takato said.
"I'm alright," Takeshi replied. "Actually, I think I'm gonna head off."
"But you just got here," Chiaki laughed. Takeshi shook his head.
"Yeah, sorry. I'll call you tomorrow mom, okay?" He said, placing his cup on the coffee table. He stood up and moved past Takato, making for the front door. He slipped on his shoes as he left the house. Takato looked over to his mother as he spoke.
"I'll talk to him," he said as he followed his brother outside, grabbing his shoes on the way. Chiaki moved over to the front window of the house, looking out in the garden. She could see Takato jogging over to Takeshi who had just got in his car.
"Takeshi!" Takato called as he caught the car door before Takeshi could close it. Takeshi looked up to his brother as he spoke.
"What's up?"
"What's up with you bro?" Takato retorted. "You shouldn't just take off on mom like that," the man sighed. Takeshi shook his head. "Besides," Takato continued. "I thought you wanted to talk to her about something?"
"Look, I've got something I need to do. It's no big deal alright?" Takeshi huffed, agitated. Takato folded his arm as he took a step back.
"Alright bro, that's fine." He said calmly. Takeshi looked away. "All I'll say is, that you've got your family, okay? If there's anything going on, we can help you, yeah?"
"Sure," Takeshi nodded. Takato let out a sigh again as he rubbed his forehead.
"Look Keshi, I wasn't going to say anything but … Dad told me what happened the other day."
"I'm sure he did," Takeshi muttered. Takato shook his head.
"I don't understand you Keshi, I thought we dealt with all this shit with dad years ago, why are you acting like that with him now?" Takato ranted. "I mean, I thought you were on good terms."
"We are," Takeshi sighed.
"Then what is it?" Takato asked. "Come on Keshi, we're brother man. You can talk to me." He said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. Takeshi's gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly. He kept his gaze ahead, not looking to his brother. "Takeshi?"
"I'm fine." Takeshi grumbled. With that, he shut the door of his car and turned on the engine. Takato looked on as Takeshi shifted gears and took off, making his way down the road and away from his mother and brother. He kept driving as soon he came to a set of lights. There were no other cars around as the light sat on red. Takeshi's mind began to race, his brother's words echoing through his head. The light turned green as he accelerated and continued on. He brightened the headlights on his car as the evening grew darker and darker. As he kept driving, his mind raced on again. He thought of Kaito … his disregard for other's feelings. He thought of Yumi … her inability to understand where he was coming from. He thought of his father … the man he once was and the man he had become, how similar and how different Takeshi felt in comparison. He thought of his brother … his perfect life with his perfect wife and how proud their mother was. Suddenly, a large van speeded past Takeshi, beeping its horn as they nearly collided. Takeshi slammed the breaks of his car as he realised, he had run a red light. Breathing heavily, he collected himself after his close call. He put his foot down and drove ahead, then he indicated and pulled to the side of the pavement. Turning off his car, he brought his palms up to his face as he groaned. Bringing his hands away, he looked through and out of the windscreen. He was near the old Furui district, where he had been out with his friends recently, where he used to pass through to get to school, where he had a few run ins with Gaku … where Juni had died. His mind ran off again as his last thought came to Ushio and the words that she had said to him. Follow your heart and your head Takeshi. Make the decision that you feel is best for you … no one else. Takeshi let out a sigh. Best for me … best for me … best for me, he repeated in his head. He let out a deep, long sigh. "Fuck it." He muttered. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. Going through his address book, he found the number he wanted to call. He pressed the green call button as the phone dialled and he listened. Ring, ring … ring, ring … ring, ri-
"Takeshi?" A voice asked, it was his Restaurant Manager, Mr. Kido.
"Hello sir, sorry for calling at this time."
"Well, it's not my bedtime yet," the man jested. "What can I do for you son?" He asked. Takeshi hesitated for a moment, then he spoke.
"I've made a decision. I- I want to go for the job sir. I'm ready for it."
"Great news Takeshi. Great news," Mr. Kido beamed. "I think you've made the right decision."
"I hope so," Takeshi nodded.
"I have absolute faith in you." Mr. Kido stated.
"Thank you," Takeshi replied.
"Right, well, I'll let HR know tomorrow and we'll be on with the process then."
"Alright, thank you sir."
"Of course, well good night son." The man said. Takeshi bid the man goodnight as he hung up the phone. Placing it back in his pocket, Takeshi turned his car back on and took off once again. He passed the Furui district as he turned on the radio, allowing some music to fill the emptiness of his car. Takeshi felt a slight smile come across his face. This time, his thoughts were much clearer. This time, he knew exactly where he was going.
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