Preview for Japanese Pie 3

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Yahiko asked through his nervousness; he hated that his hands started shaking, "I mean, you really like this? You don't think it's a little... you know, weird?"

"The other way was weird, Yahiko."

"I sure didn't think so," he replied with a scratch of his head and turning, he scanned his eyes over the once familiar surroundings of the room that had changed so dramatically since he was last there only a few hours ago. Not sure what he was supposed to do first, he gave an incoherent mutter of curses. "Okay, this is kinda freaking me out. It doesn't even look like the apartment anymore..."

"That's the point, Yahiko," Misao said with a sigh, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and she had no patience for blind men. Misao found that folding her arms over her chest kept them in place and helped resist the urge to smack him. Hard.

"What is?" he asked, clueless as usual.

"This isn't supposed to be difficult!" she suddenly shouted in exasperation and she sat up from her seat on the mattress and paced over to the small balcony at the side of the room. The balcony was now covered with flower petals on the floor and decorated with strange red and pink veils that she found romantic and cute but her boyfriend only found confusing. Turning back to face him, Misao gave him a look that read 'What-in-the-world-is-the-matter-with-you?!' but Yahiko was used to that fiery look in her eyes as 'Come-here-you!'

Innocently, he smiled at the misgiven take on her mood and at seeing his obliviousness once again to what she wanted, what every woman apparently deserved, Misao threw her hands up in the air in her frustration. Yahiko was left with a dumbfounded look in his eyes when she turned away, looking quite upset, instead of pouncing on him like he thought she would. Curiously, he tilted his head to the right as if examining her I.Q. level which he believed had undoubtedly dropped to insane stages.

"You okay there, Misao?" he asked her, his dark eyes as innocent as ever, unsure of what to do and just as naive as the first night Misao had screwed the life out of him. Yahiko sighed when she merely turned her back on him with a roll of her eyes, again, something he didn't quite get.

"What is up with you today, Misao?" Yahiko grumbled at her back, "Ever since I got home, or what you claim to tell me is home anyway, what with all these crazy gypsy thingies lying around. Ever since then, you brought me to the room, you got us on the bed, and then suddenly, the stereo starts working and you wanna dance! Which brings me to another point, since when did we get the Clapper? Nah, never mind that... the bigger question is why am I still on the bed that you brought me to..." Yahiko stopped to check his watch, "twenty-two minutes ago! and still horny, fully clothed, and somehow still conscious! Jesus, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were acting like Kaoru and Megumi..."

That last phrase was what made her snap.

"Like Kaoru and Megumi? LIKE KAORU AND MEGUMI?!?!" Misao repeated through clenched teeth and she furiously threw one of the maroon velvet pillows she had purchased that morning at his arrogant face. Watching as he doubled over and fell off the bed, she took an intimidating step forward and practically glowed with her anger. "No, I am NOT at all like Kaoru and Megumi! You wanna know why, YAHIKO MYOJIN?!"

"Uh... uh... well...I um..." Yahiko stuttered, now the only person in the world known to somehow forget the entire English language in only a few mere seconds, "um... sure???"

"Because they get more out of their relationships than I do! They get flowers, they get chocolate, they get singing telegrams on Valentine's Day sent to their work! They take bubble baths and go on cruises and they get their pagers blown up with 143's whenever we go out to the mall! They go to fancy restaurants!" Misao practically screeched and Yahiko fought not to cover his ears and anger her any more than she already was. He made a tiny bet in his mind that she would pop that vein in her forehead in about four seconds. "But us? We go to Burger King! And you know what?! I don't even like their fries! Oh and then, you go to work, you come home, and you say Misao did her best to make a whiny Yahiko voice imitation and it actually turned out quite well in fact 'Misao, I'm bored, let's go to the room. Misao, why do you always put the toilet seat down? Misao, how come all the foods gone?'" At hearing this, Yahiko gave her another quelling look since he found absolutely nothing wrong with all that.

Getting angrier by the second, Misao continued in her shouting at him (and also practically the whole neighborhood). "As far as I know, you've never given me anything even close to a bouquet of roses or anything remotely similar to a box of chocolates in those stupid heart boxes! Where's MY candy?!?!"

Scratching his head, Yahiko straightened up and readjusted himself on the floor, finally getting a clue as to the reason why Misao was so peeved. But that may be because she practically shouted her reasoning into his ear. Smoothing out the velvet pillow that now had a very Yahiko-like shaped face print in the middle of it, he turned back to her and noticed how really angry she was. He had never seen her like this.

"So then... you want me to give you some potpourri or something and a Snickers bar?" he asked in confusion. If he hadn't scratched his head so much already, he would've done it again, but instead he just settled on crinkling up his nose at the awkward thought of Misao going ga-ga over a ninety-nine cent candy bar and some plastic flowers. It just didn't fit.

"No..." Misao said dejectedly, almost on the verge of tears and they threatened to fall even faster from the fact that Yahiko didn't even notice her tearing state, "I want you to show me you care..."

And at that, Misao slipped on her jeans and white sweatshirt and walked out the door, grabbing for the tissue box on her way out into the late afternoon day.

For ten minutes, Yahiko stayed planted at the root of his seat, as if he had just super glued himself to the floor and stapled his mouth shut. He involuntarily shuddered at the thought of super-glue. Sighing, he looked up and around him at the foreign room she had "dolled up" for his return home from work and he frowned at all the lit scented candles and dark-colored drapes. He sure didn't find this normal. Not at all. In fact, it really was freaking him out. Misao never acted like this. Ever. When he got home, she was pretty much waiting behind the door to jump him and drag him to their room. Today just didn't make any sense, especially when she said she didn't like Burger King fries... that part really shocked him.

Deciding not to blame himself, since he couldn't find anywhere in the conversation that he had been at fault, Yahiko finally stood up and moved over to the table across the room. Crunching down on the soft red rose petals Misao had sprinkled on the carpet, he picked up his cell phone and dialing a familiar number, Yahiko lifted the phone up to his ear and waited for the person to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Okay, what the fuck did you and Megumi do to my girlfriend, UGLY?!"

A/N: You requested it and here it is! Gimme a few days and just enough reviews and I'll put up the prologue and first chapter in no time! Hope you enjoyed the story and look out for the upcoming Japanese Pie 3! Woohoo!