Note: You know it's been a long time since I updated this story. Sorry for the long wait, I guess I didn't feel up to updating the chapter cause I didn't know what else to do with it, but since there were so many good reviews to this story, I thought maybe I should give it another go.
Chapter 8 - Blushing One Hundred Times A Day
She stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a short, backless red dress that reached high above her knees and strapless black high heeled shoes that made her look even taller than before. She twirled around in front of the mirror and blushed when she realized that she was wearing next to nothing. She thought about Ken and imagined him wearing a dashing black tux that would make him look so handsome. Of course, Ken Ichijouji was already the handsomest guy she has ever met and she never missed anything about him. She was startled when a voice boomed behind her.
"WOW! Miya-san you look so kawaii!" Miyako blushed at the compliment and turned slowly to see Hanako closing the door behind her. In her arms, Hanako was holding stacks of books, which, Miyako guessed, was probably she borrowed from the library.
Miyako took a deep breath. Despite her many date experiences, she was now getting really nervous. This one was with the guy that she has like for many years. She grabbed her purse from on top of her bed and glanced one more time at herself in the mirror. She wasn't sure if this was the right dress she picked out. It was similar to the dress she wore the other night.
Once again, Hanako's voice cracked through the silent air. "You look just great, Miya. Be proud that you're finally on a date with Ken Ichijouji, the guy you've been swooning over for many years!"
The lavender haired girl sighed. She has been swooning over him for many years. Correction, she has been obsessing over him for many years. When they left elementary, she and Ken never saw each other again. He went to a different high school than she did, one that was much closer to his house so it was hard calling each other every day. It was also the fact that Miyako didn't know Ken's phone number. She asked Daisuke for it, but he was never home and neither was anyone else. Giving up, she just left it at that until he called that summer.
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He stared at himself in the mirror. His heart was beating rapidly and there was no way of knowing if he'll ever survive on this date. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?
"Hey now! Look at my handsome cousin!" Akira's voice echoed in his ears. He gulped nervously and quietly so Akira wouldn't notice and turned around slowly.
Akira examined him carefully. Ken wore a black turtleneck sweater and black pants with black shoes. "Geez, could you be more gothic?"
Ken looked at himself, then at Akira. "What? What's wrong with it?"
Akira shrugged. "There's nothing wrong. I think you look great." She looked away and pretended not to notice.
He couldn't stand it whenever Akira did that. He folded his arms across his chest and frowned. It was ten minutes to seven and he had to pick up Miyako soon and drive down to the movie theatres. "Akira," he spoke with his low voice.
Akira was looking at his closet, trying to find a more suitable shirt for the date. She didn't listen to Ken's call; instead, she grabbed something from his closet and took it out to show him. "How about this one?" She showed him a black collared silk shirt with white buttons and shoved it in his hands. "Wear this one."
Ken looked at it. "This one? I don't know..." He stared at the long sleeved shirt for a minute. It was silk and whenever he wore silk his chest would.... "Hey! Are you trying to make me wear something that would accentuate my chest???!" He couldn't believe what Akira was doing.
Innocently, Akira smiled. "What are you talking about? I just thought maybe this was a better shirt than that old thing of yours."
The blue haired young man frowned. "This shirt?" he spoke, grabbing a fabric of his turtle necked sweater to emphasize his speech. "Hey, this shirt happens to be the present Miyako sent to me on Christmas!"
Akira grinned. "Oh really? Oh okay!" She gulped nervously, put her hands up in front of her and laughed. "Hey why don't you calm down, all right?"
Ken took a deep breath. He hadn't realized that he was breathing too heavily, realizing that he was showing too much of his nervousness. Akira walked over to him to fix the neck part of his shirt. "Don't be so nervous, Ken. The more you get nervous, the more the date will go badly. You don't want that do you?"
The blue haired boy shook his head.
"Good," Akira said. She stepped back slowly and tilted her head to the side. "Well, you look great! I'm sure Miya would appreciate you wearing the shirt she gave you. That brings you five points on the dating chart!"
Ken chose not to listen to the last part as he glanced at the mirror again and told himself not to be nervous. He took deep breaths slowly, wiped the lint from his black shirt and began to walk towards the door, while Akira watched him go. He paused by the door and glanced over his shoulder where he noticed Akira giving him thumbs up. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, before opening the door and leaving his room.
Akira pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. "He's growing up so fast!"
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"Will you quit that, Miya? You look great! Stop checking yourself too much or else you'll break the mirror!" Hanako landed on the bed tiredly and sighed. There were times that she was ready to strangle Miyako. The lavender haired girl spent five minutes looking at herself in the mirror and several twirls to make sure nothing was odd. She paused then and stared at her reflection. The red haired girl sighed deeply again so Miyako would notice her annoyance and stood up.
Miyako wasn't listening to what she was doing. She just gazed at the mirror as if she was in a trance and frowned. So many doubts were in her mind. What if she ruins the date? Every date she has been with was somewhat of a disaster. She remembered going out on a date with Shen Li, a Chinese transfer student in Japan. Excited about going on a date with him on a Chinese restaurant, Miyako decided to learn Chinese on her own, with the exception of the Internet. When they arrived there, Shen and her sat down and that was when the disaster happened. Thinking that she knew full Chinese, she began to talk to Shen about what she thought was, "Isn't this a nice place? Thank you for bringing me here." To what Shen told her that night when he was driving her home, this is what she said: "I hate you, I never like you at all. I don't know why I agreed to go out with you in the first place. Maybe it was because I was forced to." Shen never spoke to her after that.
"Earth to Miya!" Hanako waved a hand in front of her face. The lavender haired girl shook out of her trance and stared at Hanako. "Your date is here."
Miyako flinched. She turned around slowly and noticed Ken standing there. "Oh... hi Ken..." She blushed, realizing that he was standing there the whole time she was staring at herself in the mirror.
Ken looked at her and turned away. "Um... you look great Miyako."
Her face turned red. She looked down shyly and smiled. "You look great too, Ken-kun." She looked up, her smile never fading from her lips.
Ken blushed. He has never heard Miyako call him that before.
Both of them stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. They just stared at each other, as if mesmerized by each other.
The red head just stood there staring at them.
Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Hanako threw her hands in the air and sighed. "Hello! Are you guys going on a date or what?!" Patient as she was, Hanako couldn't stand it any longer. She was always patient, don't get her wrong, but enough was enough.
Miyako shook her head and laughed nervously. "Yeah, um...." She grabbed her coat from her bed and put it on quickly.
Ken rubbed his neck nervously and grinned at Hanako. "Yeah, we don't want to be late for the movie." He went out the door and waited until Miyako stood beside him. They both waved good-bye to Hanako and they finally left the frustrated girl all alone in the room.
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Apparently, to what Ken and Miyako said about, their date went exceptionally well. To what Hanako heard from Miyako, she didn't ruin it for them. She simply kept herself cool and no disasters occurred that night. To what Akira heard, Ken was calm and collected and he never once flinched or fidgeted whenever he was nervous. They eventually made it through the night without breaking down. They watched movies without ordering any popcorn, because after that, they went to a fancy restaurant and ate dinner there. They talked to each other as if they're known each other for a very long time.
"It was as if the whole thing with Cedrick never happened," Miyako spoke that same night she came home. She was dressed in her pink pajamas with little red hearts decorated around it, while lying on her bed and talking to Hanako. "It was as if we were those same kids eight years ago, talking and having a good time." Except for the Digimon part, she added in her head.
"So I take it you really have a good time. Did you kiss him yet?" Hanako adjusted her pillow, fluffing it until it was right and put her head back down.
Miyako hesitated for a while. She was always embarrassed about telling her friends about her personal life.
Hanako rolled her eyes impatiently. "Come on, Miya! I am your best friend! Why do you keep hesitating every time I ask you about this stuff?" She lifted her head up, using her elbows as her lever and looked at the bed across from her.
The lavender haired girl sighed. The kiss was amazing. She ran a finger on her lips and smiled dreamily. Ken was a wonderful kisser. She still has tingles all over her body whenever she thought about it. "Well, yeah... we did kiss." When she said that, a hint of red flashed on her cheeks. She buried herself deeper underneath the blanket, waiting to hear Hanako making a comment about how sweet it was and how Miyako finally had a boyfriend. However, Hanako didn't say anything of the sort. The red head slammed her head back down on the pillow and smiled.
"That's really awesome, Miya. I'm glad you finally have someone to be with. I was starting to get really impatient with you two," was all Hanako said, before closing her eyes.
It was Miyako's turn to lift her head up to her friend. "What? No comment on how sweet it was and other things that you say that makes me mad?"
Hanako yawned and shook her head in the darkness. "No... I think it's nice that you have someone. I wish I was as lucky as you." She lifted her blanket up to her chin and turned away from her friend. "A guy like that would make any girl jealous." She yawned again. "I think I'm starting to get jealous too."
Miyako put her head back down and stared at the ceiling. "You'll find someone, Hanako. Don't worry you will. What about that guy... Jiro?"
No answer.
The lavender haired girl turned her head towards her friend. "Hanako? Hanako are you awake?"
The only answer she had was a snore. Miyako giggled and sighed. She closed her eyes and dreamed about the kiss.
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Ken smiled as he walked down to English. It was a rainy morning and, somehow, he was smiling the whole time he was staring at the gloomy clouds. He couldn't get his mind off of Miyako and the kiss. He was on cloud 9. The blue haired boy walked eagerly to his class, hoping to see Miyako there at her regular spot. Indeed, when he opened the door, he found her sitting there. She smiled when she noticed him coming.
"Ohayo, Miya-san," he greeted, kissing her on the cheek.
Miyako blushed. "Oyaho, Ken-kun. How was your sleep?" She couldn't help but ask to what he thought about the kiss.
Ken smiled and turned away shyly. "It was great." He knew she was talking about the kiss. "I couldn't stop thinking about it."
The lavender haired girl's face was even redder than before. Was she that good of a kisser? Make no mistake, Ken was even better and it made her melt every time she thought about it. "You- couldn't?"
Ken shook his head. "No. I think it was great." He stared at her with the corner of his eyes. With his hand, he reached over and grabbed Miyako's hand and squeezed it tight.
Miyako blushed even redder. She squeezed his hand back and said nothing. She wanted to say something else, but their professor enabled her to do so as he entered the room with his usual bag in his hand. She glanced at Ken and smiled. Ken looked back at her and returned her smile with a smile as well. 'This year will be great!' she thought, as she wrote down some things the Professor was starting to write on the board.
GoodGurl: WOO! I finally finished that chapter! Sorry for the long wait! Hm.... I'm not sure this is the end. There will be problems on the way now and that's all I'm going to say! See you on the next chapter!!!!!!!!
Chapter 8 - Blushing One Hundred Times A Day
She stared at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a short, backless red dress that reached high above her knees and strapless black high heeled shoes that made her look even taller than before. She twirled around in front of the mirror and blushed when she realized that she was wearing next to nothing. She thought about Ken and imagined him wearing a dashing black tux that would make him look so handsome. Of course, Ken Ichijouji was already the handsomest guy she has ever met and she never missed anything about him. She was startled when a voice boomed behind her.
"WOW! Miya-san you look so kawaii!" Miyako blushed at the compliment and turned slowly to see Hanako closing the door behind her. In her arms, Hanako was holding stacks of books, which, Miyako guessed, was probably she borrowed from the library.
Miyako took a deep breath. Despite her many date experiences, she was now getting really nervous. This one was with the guy that she has like for many years. She grabbed her purse from on top of her bed and glanced one more time at herself in the mirror. She wasn't sure if this was the right dress she picked out. It was similar to the dress she wore the other night.
Once again, Hanako's voice cracked through the silent air. "You look just great, Miya. Be proud that you're finally on a date with Ken Ichijouji, the guy you've been swooning over for many years!"
The lavender haired girl sighed. She has been swooning over him for many years. Correction, she has been obsessing over him for many years. When they left elementary, she and Ken never saw each other again. He went to a different high school than she did, one that was much closer to his house so it was hard calling each other every day. It was also the fact that Miyako didn't know Ken's phone number. She asked Daisuke for it, but he was never home and neither was anyone else. Giving up, she just left it at that until he called that summer.
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He stared at himself in the mirror. His heart was beating rapidly and there was no way of knowing if he'll ever survive on this date. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden?
"Hey now! Look at my handsome cousin!" Akira's voice echoed in his ears. He gulped nervously and quietly so Akira wouldn't notice and turned around slowly.
Akira examined him carefully. Ken wore a black turtleneck sweater and black pants with black shoes. "Geez, could you be more gothic?"
Ken looked at himself, then at Akira. "What? What's wrong with it?"
Akira shrugged. "There's nothing wrong. I think you look great." She looked away and pretended not to notice.
He couldn't stand it whenever Akira did that. He folded his arms across his chest and frowned. It was ten minutes to seven and he had to pick up Miyako soon and drive down to the movie theatres. "Akira," he spoke with his low voice.
Akira was looking at his closet, trying to find a more suitable shirt for the date. She didn't listen to Ken's call; instead, she grabbed something from his closet and took it out to show him. "How about this one?" She showed him a black collared silk shirt with white buttons and shoved it in his hands. "Wear this one."
Ken looked at it. "This one? I don't know..." He stared at the long sleeved shirt for a minute. It was silk and whenever he wore silk his chest would.... "Hey! Are you trying to make me wear something that would accentuate my chest???!" He couldn't believe what Akira was doing.
Innocently, Akira smiled. "What are you talking about? I just thought maybe this was a better shirt than that old thing of yours."
The blue haired young man frowned. "This shirt?" he spoke, grabbing a fabric of his turtle necked sweater to emphasize his speech. "Hey, this shirt happens to be the present Miyako sent to me on Christmas!"
Akira grinned. "Oh really? Oh okay!" She gulped nervously, put her hands up in front of her and laughed. "Hey why don't you calm down, all right?"
Ken took a deep breath. He hadn't realized that he was breathing too heavily, realizing that he was showing too much of his nervousness. Akira walked over to him to fix the neck part of his shirt. "Don't be so nervous, Ken. The more you get nervous, the more the date will go badly. You don't want that do you?"
The blue haired boy shook his head.
"Good," Akira said. She stepped back slowly and tilted her head to the side. "Well, you look great! I'm sure Miya would appreciate you wearing the shirt she gave you. That brings you five points on the dating chart!"
Ken chose not to listen to the last part as he glanced at the mirror again and told himself not to be nervous. He took deep breaths slowly, wiped the lint from his black shirt and began to walk towards the door, while Akira watched him go. He paused by the door and glanced over his shoulder where he noticed Akira giving him thumbs up. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, before opening the door and leaving his room.
Akira pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. "He's growing up so fast!"
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"Will you quit that, Miya? You look great! Stop checking yourself too much or else you'll break the mirror!" Hanako landed on the bed tiredly and sighed. There were times that she was ready to strangle Miyako. The lavender haired girl spent five minutes looking at herself in the mirror and several twirls to make sure nothing was odd. She paused then and stared at her reflection. The red haired girl sighed deeply again so Miyako would notice her annoyance and stood up.
Miyako wasn't listening to what she was doing. She just gazed at the mirror as if she was in a trance and frowned. So many doubts were in her mind. What if she ruins the date? Every date she has been with was somewhat of a disaster. She remembered going out on a date with Shen Li, a Chinese transfer student in Japan. Excited about going on a date with him on a Chinese restaurant, Miyako decided to learn Chinese on her own, with the exception of the Internet. When they arrived there, Shen and her sat down and that was when the disaster happened. Thinking that she knew full Chinese, she began to talk to Shen about what she thought was, "Isn't this a nice place? Thank you for bringing me here." To what Shen told her that night when he was driving her home, this is what she said: "I hate you, I never like you at all. I don't know why I agreed to go out with you in the first place. Maybe it was because I was forced to." Shen never spoke to her after that.
"Earth to Miya!" Hanako waved a hand in front of her face. The lavender haired girl shook out of her trance and stared at Hanako. "Your date is here."
Miyako flinched. She turned around slowly and noticed Ken standing there. "Oh... hi Ken..." She blushed, realizing that he was standing there the whole time she was staring at herself in the mirror.
Ken looked at her and turned away. "Um... you look great Miyako."
Her face turned red. She looked down shyly and smiled. "You look great too, Ken-kun." She looked up, her smile never fading from her lips.
Ken blushed. He has never heard Miyako call him that before.
Both of them stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. They just stared at each other, as if mesmerized by each other.
The red head just stood there staring at them.
Unable to stand the suspense any longer, Hanako threw her hands in the air and sighed. "Hello! Are you guys going on a date or what?!" Patient as she was, Hanako couldn't stand it any longer. She was always patient, don't get her wrong, but enough was enough.
Miyako shook her head and laughed nervously. "Yeah, um...." She grabbed her coat from her bed and put it on quickly.
Ken rubbed his neck nervously and grinned at Hanako. "Yeah, we don't want to be late for the movie." He went out the door and waited until Miyako stood beside him. They both waved good-bye to Hanako and they finally left the frustrated girl all alone in the room.
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Apparently, to what Ken and Miyako said about, their date went exceptionally well. To what Hanako heard from Miyako, she didn't ruin it for them. She simply kept herself cool and no disasters occurred that night. To what Akira heard, Ken was calm and collected and he never once flinched or fidgeted whenever he was nervous. They eventually made it through the night without breaking down. They watched movies without ordering any popcorn, because after that, they went to a fancy restaurant and ate dinner there. They talked to each other as if they're known each other for a very long time.
"It was as if the whole thing with Cedrick never happened," Miyako spoke that same night she came home. She was dressed in her pink pajamas with little red hearts decorated around it, while lying on her bed and talking to Hanako. "It was as if we were those same kids eight years ago, talking and having a good time." Except for the Digimon part, she added in her head.
"So I take it you really have a good time. Did you kiss him yet?" Hanako adjusted her pillow, fluffing it until it was right and put her head back down.
Miyako hesitated for a while. She was always embarrassed about telling her friends about her personal life.
Hanako rolled her eyes impatiently. "Come on, Miya! I am your best friend! Why do you keep hesitating every time I ask you about this stuff?" She lifted her head up, using her elbows as her lever and looked at the bed across from her.
The lavender haired girl sighed. The kiss was amazing. She ran a finger on her lips and smiled dreamily. Ken was a wonderful kisser. She still has tingles all over her body whenever she thought about it. "Well, yeah... we did kiss." When she said that, a hint of red flashed on her cheeks. She buried herself deeper underneath the blanket, waiting to hear Hanako making a comment about how sweet it was and how Miyako finally had a boyfriend. However, Hanako didn't say anything of the sort. The red head slammed her head back down on the pillow and smiled.
"That's really awesome, Miya. I'm glad you finally have someone to be with. I was starting to get really impatient with you two," was all Hanako said, before closing her eyes.
It was Miyako's turn to lift her head up to her friend. "What? No comment on how sweet it was and other things that you say that makes me mad?"
Hanako yawned and shook her head in the darkness. "No... I think it's nice that you have someone. I wish I was as lucky as you." She lifted her blanket up to her chin and turned away from her friend. "A guy like that would make any girl jealous." She yawned again. "I think I'm starting to get jealous too."
Miyako put her head back down and stared at the ceiling. "You'll find someone, Hanako. Don't worry you will. What about that guy... Jiro?"
No answer.
The lavender haired girl turned her head towards her friend. "Hanako? Hanako are you awake?"
The only answer she had was a snore. Miyako giggled and sighed. She closed her eyes and dreamed about the kiss.
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Ken smiled as he walked down to English. It was a rainy morning and, somehow, he was smiling the whole time he was staring at the gloomy clouds. He couldn't get his mind off of Miyako and the kiss. He was on cloud 9. The blue haired boy walked eagerly to his class, hoping to see Miyako there at her regular spot. Indeed, when he opened the door, he found her sitting there. She smiled when she noticed him coming.
"Ohayo, Miya-san," he greeted, kissing her on the cheek.
Miyako blushed. "Oyaho, Ken-kun. How was your sleep?" She couldn't help but ask to what he thought about the kiss.
Ken smiled and turned away shyly. "It was great." He knew she was talking about the kiss. "I couldn't stop thinking about it."
The lavender haired girl's face was even redder than before. Was she that good of a kisser? Make no mistake, Ken was even better and it made her melt every time she thought about it. "You- couldn't?"
Ken shook his head. "No. I think it was great." He stared at her with the corner of his eyes. With his hand, he reached over and grabbed Miyako's hand and squeezed it tight.
Miyako blushed even redder. She squeezed his hand back and said nothing. She wanted to say something else, but their professor enabled her to do so as he entered the room with his usual bag in his hand. She glanced at Ken and smiled. Ken looked back at her and returned her smile with a smile as well. 'This year will be great!' she thought, as she wrote down some things the Professor was starting to write on the board.
GoodGurl: WOO! I finally finished that chapter! Sorry for the long wait! Hm.... I'm not sure this is the end. There will be problems on the way now and that's all I'm going to say! See you on the next chapter!!!!!!!!