A Brand New Day
Author: Sacharine
Feedback: yes, please!
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Future profanities? No-beta (Please excuse any minor mistakes.)
Pairing: Mikagami/Fuuko, Recca/Yanagi
Notes: "..." denotes speech '...' denotes thoughts
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She leaned against the red snazzy convertible and smirked, waiting remarkably patiently. 'Mitchy would never believe I could stand still or even a minute.'
The little voice in her head spoke again. 'And he should never lose his reason or way again, for you are Kirisawa Fuuko and you never fall in love with a loser."
"Right on."
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"Sempai! Mikagami sempai~!"
A voluptuous redhead ran towards Mikagami as he steps out of the lecture hall. He ignored her. Turning, he walked towards the car park, oblivious to the girl who attempted to converse with him, chattering all the way, desperately clinging to his arm. Mikagami walked blindly through the crowds of fans waving letters and gifts at him. And as he reached the car he stared at the individual. 'What a wonderful day…' He sighed inwardly. 'My car is not a chair. My car roof is not a chair. His car is... not her chair. Must she sit right on top? Smack in the middle? Reading a Commercial Law book by Kanda Hideki?' He glowered.
However before he could glare her off the car, somebody beat him to it. A pair on arms reached out and pulled Fuuko off the car... and right in to his arms.
"Fuuko!" I have finally tracked you down!" The man with startling blue eyes crowed into Fuuko's hair. He is tall, and dressed in a casual track-type suit. And is the gorgeous, the tanned and sun-bleach-brown-locks type. The exact opposite of Mikagami.
"Mi- Mitchy? Mitchy! You are back!" Fuuko hugged him exuberantly. She then processed to fire a million question at the man, jabbering at a speed probably surpassing Mach 3.
Fuuko then caught sight of Mikagami, but only after he cleared his throat discreetly. The redhead is still carrying on with her one sided conversation. Apparently with that much air in her head and chest, she didn't need to stop to breathe.
"Afternoon, Mi-chan! I wanted to hitch a ride but since you have company and Mitchy is here, I will save you the trouble! Ciao~" She grinned cheerfully.
Mitchy and Mikagami faced off.
'Preppy.'
'Couth.'
They stared at each other, Mikagami glaring madly and Mitchy staring suspiciously with his arm around Fuuko possessively. Sparks flew. Fuuko was blissfully oblivious to the crossfire and dragged the guy off to the sleek motorcycle nearby. And they rode off.
Mikagami scowled at the extension on his arm. She gave a nervous giggled, detached herself and scurried away. Nobody could remain passive under the patented Mikagami's-Ice-Glare™ for long. He stared at the floor for a moment, black clouds of unhappiness wafting from his self. 'Just as well. A monkey with another monkey.' He drove home in a foul mood.
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"So how are you now, Mitsui? It had been years. I had missed you so much!" Fuuko gushed, her eyes glowing.
Mitsui laughed, " Ne ne, it hasn't been that long right? But I must say, you were only that tall when I last saw you three years ago." He gestured to about one and a quarter metre off the ground.
"Nonsense! I was way taller that that! You must have a faulty memory! Or maybe, being hit by too many basketballs have cost you the remainder of your single digit brain cells?"
"Yeah, yeah. You win. Right now I'm presently with the JABBA. There is an upcoming tournament in July in America, NY so I can stay here for about...hmm..." he counts his fingers, " two months and five days, starting from tomorrow. Do you have a place for me to crash or do I have to stay in a hotel? I can probably stay at one of my friends' apartment but I really do not want to impose on them... hmm... maybe Kogure can..."
Fuuko cut in. " Of course you can stay with me. But I must warn you this is Tokyo, not Nakakiri, my housing is rather cramped. You probably have to sleep on the couch or squeeze yourself into the bed. Speaking of which, did you grow taller again?"
"You betcha. I'm 186 now," He smirked, "Give it up dwarf, you will never be taller than me."
"Monster." She rebutted in mock anger. "Is all your stuff in that carry-on?" Fuuko asked, draining the dregs of her coffee.
" Yeah," Mitsui stood and paid for the drinks. "Lets go home."
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Mikagami stood at his window, taking a breather. Behind him the strains of Tschaikowsky drifted out, melodious and piercingly sweet. He puffed out a little air and pushed his sweat-dampened hair back. Then he stared down. 'She brought him back?! What is she thinking? What will the neighbours think? What will her mother say? What will... heck... why do I care?" He frowned and went back to the seducing music. And promptly lose himself in the flow.
Fifth position. Plié. He arched his back. Unbidden the questions rose in his mind once more. 'Who is that guy?' Fourth position, pirouette, fifth. 'Is he her friend? Boyfriend? Cousin? Relative?' Fourth position, pirouette, attitude. He flings the wet tendrils of hair back. 'What is she bring him back for? Are they lovers?' Arabesque. Again. Attitude. 'I don't like that guy. He got... funny eyes... that rights, they are sly.' Hold. Plié, jeté jeté, fouttés. 'She is crazy. Yes. She must be. Who cares about her any...'
The doorbell rang, bringing him out of his self-conversation. Sweat ran his body in rivulets. Over the lean and trim body clad in only a thin black tank top and form fitting black jeans. He walked over to the door, absently picking up the towel to wipe the sweat off his face. It is just so hot.
He opened the door.
"Hi Mi-chan ~♥! I want to introduce you to Mitsui since…" her mouth dried up. 'God! He is gorgeous...'Just as quickly, her mouth started drooling and she could feel her IQ dropping to single digit. 'Brain don't fail me now...' She said a silent prayer.
"What?" He snarled disagreeably. Fuuko recovered. 'Gee, were are all so social aren't we?'
"This is Hasashi Mitsui. He will be staying at my place temporarily. Mitchy, this is Mikagami Tokiya, a friend." Their reaction was immediate.
'A friend? Yeah right. And I'm a sweet sixteen virgin.'
'He is staying at her place!?! WHO the Hell IS HE?'
The tension dropped like a stone among them. Animosity rose, almost tangible. As usually, Fuuko was blissfully oblivious.
"And I'm sure we are all going to get along just fine!"
'Yeah, right.' Unknowingly, they have the exact sentiments.
Thanks to:
OH MY GOD! Thank you people I'm so touched~ I ask for five I'm you guys almost give me almost thrice that... I'm going to cry... Thanks to the two person that review for chapter one, Yvonne and another unnamed individual...
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bishounen lovah |
2002-07-29 |
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Thanks, I really like to show the other sides of characters that I thought they might have. Glad you like it, thanks once again. |
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2002-07-26 |
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Thanks for the lollipop! Welcome… |
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2002-07-26 |
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I will thanks. |
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2002-07-26 |
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I will… |
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ceres84 |
2002-07-21 |
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Here it is, thanks! |
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kreuz4eva (kreuz4eva@hotmail.com) |
2002-07-20 |
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Thanks Mi-chan, I will than constantly supplied you with stories to review... (^_^) |
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fuuko mikagami |
2002-07-20 |
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*Offers glue to glue them back* Sorry… But short would really suit him ne? |
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Draconsis |
2002-07-20 |
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Thanks... Appreciate it. |
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2002-07-20 |
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I will thanks.. |
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2002-07-20 |
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Thanks to you I will continue |
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eminy (mokuren_et@hotmail.com) |
2002-07-20 |
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I writin! Writing! Thanks |
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FOR FOREVER |
2002-07-20 |
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Okay I will. Thanks for your review. |
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F5C |
2002-07-20 |
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Is this soon enough? thanks |
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Dark Phoenix |
2002-07-19 |
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Give ffnet some time… they are slow afterall, hope you will be able to see chapter 3 ne? Thanks! |
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