What the hell is taking him so long? Where the hell is he? Oh, God. Not again. Okay, fine. Misao, concentrate. Put him out of your head, put him out of your head. What am I saying here? Gah! I think I'm getting crazy! This sucks. I should not even be thinking about him, but here I am! Concentrate. Misao, prioritize. But I can't help it. There are butterflies in my stomach. My hands feel clammy, my nerves so taut. I can still remember how he smiled. It was as if though I was the most precious thing in the world. Right, and that's how you are right now? Precious? As if. Waiting for his crumbs of attention, more likely. Ahhh, stop it. I'm hurting here alrea-
"Misao, where did you go?" a pertinent voice was heard to her side.
Glancing at her side, she answered,"Huh? Ah, eh, no where important."
"Right. And of course this somewhere important won't have anything to do with the cold fish, right?" her best friend answered back.
"Ahhh! Kaoru, don't call him cold fish-"
"Sure, right. So are you saying that when you tried to kiss him, he kissed you with so much passion, as though he wanted you?" her best friend, Kaoru, sarcastically replied.
Sometimes it really isn't good when you have someone who knows almost every detail of your life. But then again, it goes both ways.
"And who died and made you the know-it-all person-"
"Mi-chan, honestly. We're the best of friends. He is a cold fish. He has the manners of a pig and he, honestly, sucks. Forget him. What we need are passionate men. Men who would just look at you in the eyes and they seduce you, saying, 'I could take you here and now, and no one will stop me.' Men who kiss you with so mush ardor, you think you will literally melt. Like your knees are jelly, your body is his to command and quite simply, you love it." Kaoru said with such drama and flair, you actually thought she was a movie star on a set.
Glancing at Misao, Kaoru saw her look of disbelief, "What?"
"Nothing, it's just that, I always knew people wanted or at least thought of kinky sex. I never knew, you were one. And of all things, into male domination." Misao replied with mischief in her eyes.
Unfortunately, Kaoru's eyes were roaming the busy and crowded airport so she didn't notice Misao's eyes. However, she wasn't deaf.
Turning shades of red within seconds of hearing kinky, and an even greater shade when it was male domination, Kaoru faced Misao with daggers from her eyes. She dangerously replied, emphasizing every word.
" Listen carefully Misao. I am not kinky never is and never wa-"
"Sure," a bored insertion.
"-And of all things female domination. I'm a feminist. A tomboy-"
"Right, and you don't have a crush on that gorgeous red-haired business partner of your brother."
"Kenshin is besides the point."
"Try looking in the mirror when you're near him."
"And also," a threatening tone was seeping in her voice, " Just because I want passion, that does not mean, I am kinky."
"But I still don't know why the hell you are inserting him in our conversation."
"Because, quite simply friend, we need so much understanding and love. Passion and possession, that's the only way those men could keep us. We were always too stubborn for our good."
"Ah, sure, and you tried that with Kenshin?"
Promising murder with her eyes, Kaoru just said, "Misao, do me a favor."
Chills were running up her spine when Kaoru ordered her with that tone. Never one to back down or bow down even when scared, she said, "That depends."
"Run."
With a satisfied smirk, Kaoru revved up to chase after Misao once more.
Thank you Lord, for letting me make her forget about him, even for just a while.
"Dammit, Kaoru! Did you have to chase me around like that?" Misao said in a whining voice.
They were now lounging in the airport's confectionary stores, sitting in one of the the fashionable sort of table and chair arrangements. They were too tired to walk, that's why.
"Well, I made up for it, didn't I?"
Kaoru was referring to the food on Misao's side. She had about two out of the three slices of chocolate cake already consumed, five apple tarts already on her stomach and the dollar draining drink that made the café so famous. And so expensive.
"Well, yes, but still, you had to let me run to the far end of the airport."
Calmly, "Well, I also ran, didn't I?"
"Ya, But still."
Smiling in triumph, Kaoru gave her two-cent's worth of ribbing, "Sure and of course, someone here didn't forget her money, then."
Misao lost her smile. Instead a serious expression replaced it "I was thinking about him. I'm sorry. I forgot." She said simply.
Kaoru cursed herself for a thousand fools. Her goal was for Misao to forget but instead she made her remember.
"Yare, yare, it's okay. Anyways, let's not think about him."
"I can't."
"He's a snake. I thought you already told me that you forgot about him."
"I didn't."
"But you have to," a hint of impatience was now entering her voice, " I know it's hard but-" seeming to lose her edge, Kaoru quiet down. A new thought was in her mind.
"Does he know?"
"That I love him or I don't?"
"Either."
A pained look entered, Misao's eyes. "He knows I loved him but now everyone, including him thought it was a childhood infatuation."
Sharply looking at Misao, she demanded, "What do you mean thinks?"
"Just that. Well, actually, I told them that I have a new boyfriend."
"Ah. So that's why, when I went to your house lately everyone seems to be expecting me and then disappointed to see me. And why everyone thought it was okay for you to pick up that fish."
Misao's family was quite aware of her feelings, but now they passed it off as infatuations, easily extinguished. So since his family is out of town, it follows that the family's close friends be the one to fetch him. Misao's family was busy, if her brother, Sano lounging on the floor, drunk from last night, and Jiya's entertainment of an associate can be called busy, the task of fetching from the airport fell into Misao's shoulders.
"Yup."
"Wait, what if they asked where is the boyfriend?"
Looking immediately contrite, "Well, I told them he's your-"
"Holy Shit."