A short update today-An assignment I had due tomorrow got changed at the
last minute so I had to redo the whole bloody thing before I could write
this, and now I'm sleepy. Anyway, thanks for all your reviews ( ( ( ! I
wanted to let ya'll know that I haven't actually yet decided who wins the
contest for Tsukushi. maybe it'll turn out to be a love pentagon :-P ? Oh
No!!. This'll be the last update till next week. going away for the
weekend!
Sakurako grinned to herself as she stealthily crept along behind Tsukushi and her laughing escorts. She knew full well that neither Shigeru nor herself had any intention of actually Helping Doumyouji get Tsukushi back. "I mean, how Dare he treat Tsukushi like that?" Sakurako muttered under her breath, "Really, as if such behavior can be so easily forgiven or forgotten!" Oh, no. Their plan was much more devious. Having given up their love for Doumyouji in favor of Tsukushi, both Shigeru and Sakurako were determined that she should be happy with her man. But, for him to do something like this was completely unforgivable! And so, when Rui had come to them the other day, the two girls were only too happy to do as he asked..
This evening spend tailing Makino and watching her being wined, dined, and generally admired, was meant to serve Doumyouji as punishment. He could look, but he would not be allowed anywhere near Tsukushi! Ah the agony he would feel in being completely impotent to intervene! The jealousy that must be coursing through his veins as his best friends flirted with his beloved! Sakurako fairly glowed as she contemplated the success of their devious scheme. Doumyouji would be reduced to utter misery, for what he'd done. In the end, if he seemed tormented enough, they'd let him get on his knees and grovel to Tsukushi for forgiveness. But not tonight. Tonight belonged to the F3.
Deep down inside, Sakurako wondered if the last offhanded comment Rui had cast at them as he'd left their meeting the other day was true. The thing she'd almost blurted to Doumyouji before Shigeru had shushed her-Did Rui really mean it when he said Tsukasa would have to fight him to win back Tsukushi?
Sakurako shrugged. She'd find that out soon enough, she supposed. Meanwhile, on with the game!
Up ahead of Sakurako, Akira and Soujiro were heatedly debating which club was most suitable for their group tonight. Akira was in favor of a place called The Blue Room, but Soujiro vehemently vetoed that choice, "If we go there, I'll be swamped with girls! I won't be able to get free!"
"Normally that wouldn't bother you at all," Akira smirked, "OK, then how about Elysseum? It should be quieter, and we can get a private table on the balcony."
"Well, the dance floor's a bit small, but yeah. It'd probably suit Makino better than our usual haunts," Soujiro agreed at last.
That settled, the foursome made their way down the street. Tsukushi really had had a bit to drink, and she wasn't used to walking such distances in her new 3 inch heels, so occasionally she would stumble on the uneven pavement. Luckily for her, there was no shortage of willing arms among her escorts, ready to catch her around the waist at the slightest sign of wobble. Rui watched from behind for a bit, as Akira and Soujiro alternated in their game of 'catch the Makino.' Till, fed up at last, he caught her himself, and refused to let go. Soujiro, whose turn it had been to cozy up to Tsukushi glared at Rui for elbowing him out of the way. But Rui just settled his arm more firmly around Tsukushi, smiled, and said, "My Turn."
Well, it was true, in a sense; so far he hadn't much joined in in the evening's flirtations. So, the two playboys just shrugged at each other, as if to say, "let it pass, we'll get another chance in the club later on," and kept up their steady stream of banter.
Entering the club at last, they were instantly enveloped in a warm mass of humanity. The throbbing beat pulsed like some otherworldly heart; the wafting smoke and sweat the exhalations of a thousand lost dreams. Tsukushi, who rarely went clubbing at all, was overcome by the weight of the shifting crowds pressing against them, the noise, and the heavy air. She nervously and unconsciously pressed closer to Rui's reassuring bulk as they made their way towards a free table. In response, Rui tightened his grip on her, while Akira and Soujiro cleared a path for them.
Seated at last, at a comfortable table on the balcony overlooking the dance floor, Tsukushi finally eased out from under Rui's arm, and recovered herself sufficiently to take in the scenery. . . .
To be continued.
('cause I'm too tired to write more tonight.)
Sakurako grinned to herself as she stealthily crept along behind Tsukushi and her laughing escorts. She knew full well that neither Shigeru nor herself had any intention of actually Helping Doumyouji get Tsukushi back. "I mean, how Dare he treat Tsukushi like that?" Sakurako muttered under her breath, "Really, as if such behavior can be so easily forgiven or forgotten!" Oh, no. Their plan was much more devious. Having given up their love for Doumyouji in favor of Tsukushi, both Shigeru and Sakurako were determined that she should be happy with her man. But, for him to do something like this was completely unforgivable! And so, when Rui had come to them the other day, the two girls were only too happy to do as he asked..
This evening spend tailing Makino and watching her being wined, dined, and generally admired, was meant to serve Doumyouji as punishment. He could look, but he would not be allowed anywhere near Tsukushi! Ah the agony he would feel in being completely impotent to intervene! The jealousy that must be coursing through his veins as his best friends flirted with his beloved! Sakurako fairly glowed as she contemplated the success of their devious scheme. Doumyouji would be reduced to utter misery, for what he'd done. In the end, if he seemed tormented enough, they'd let him get on his knees and grovel to Tsukushi for forgiveness. But not tonight. Tonight belonged to the F3.
Deep down inside, Sakurako wondered if the last offhanded comment Rui had cast at them as he'd left their meeting the other day was true. The thing she'd almost blurted to Doumyouji before Shigeru had shushed her-Did Rui really mean it when he said Tsukasa would have to fight him to win back Tsukushi?
Sakurako shrugged. She'd find that out soon enough, she supposed. Meanwhile, on with the game!
Up ahead of Sakurako, Akira and Soujiro were heatedly debating which club was most suitable for their group tonight. Akira was in favor of a place called The Blue Room, but Soujiro vehemently vetoed that choice, "If we go there, I'll be swamped with girls! I won't be able to get free!"
"Normally that wouldn't bother you at all," Akira smirked, "OK, then how about Elysseum? It should be quieter, and we can get a private table on the balcony."
"Well, the dance floor's a bit small, but yeah. It'd probably suit Makino better than our usual haunts," Soujiro agreed at last.
That settled, the foursome made their way down the street. Tsukushi really had had a bit to drink, and she wasn't used to walking such distances in her new 3 inch heels, so occasionally she would stumble on the uneven pavement. Luckily for her, there was no shortage of willing arms among her escorts, ready to catch her around the waist at the slightest sign of wobble. Rui watched from behind for a bit, as Akira and Soujiro alternated in their game of 'catch the Makino.' Till, fed up at last, he caught her himself, and refused to let go. Soujiro, whose turn it had been to cozy up to Tsukushi glared at Rui for elbowing him out of the way. But Rui just settled his arm more firmly around Tsukushi, smiled, and said, "My Turn."
Well, it was true, in a sense; so far he hadn't much joined in in the evening's flirtations. So, the two playboys just shrugged at each other, as if to say, "let it pass, we'll get another chance in the club later on," and kept up their steady stream of banter.
Entering the club at last, they were instantly enveloped in a warm mass of humanity. The throbbing beat pulsed like some otherworldly heart; the wafting smoke and sweat the exhalations of a thousand lost dreams. Tsukushi, who rarely went clubbing at all, was overcome by the weight of the shifting crowds pressing against them, the noise, and the heavy air. She nervously and unconsciously pressed closer to Rui's reassuring bulk as they made their way towards a free table. In response, Rui tightened his grip on her, while Akira and Soujiro cleared a path for them.
Seated at last, at a comfortable table on the balcony overlooking the dance floor, Tsukushi finally eased out from under Rui's arm, and recovered herself sufficiently to take in the scenery. . . .
To be continued.
('cause I'm too tired to write more tonight.)