Natsumi placed her helmet on and started the engine of her bike. It was now 7:30 in the morning and she still has five whole kilometers to drive before she could go to school. She heated up her engine and started out to go when the sun's rays suddenly blinded her eyes.
"What a nice day…" with the last sign of smile on Natsumi's face, she was off in a very fast speed. It was indeed a nice day, birds are chirping down at the park where she strolled her bike to make a shortcut and the feeling of the soft breeze running through your body makes her insides calm down at the thought of being late.
It was a nice smooth ride. Traffic lights were all green as she strove her way across them. She thought that things would go pretty well and that she won't be late for everything's synchronizing with her movement, well at least that what she thought.
Moments later, a man suddenly crossed the street, without looking at his path. Well, thanks to Natsumi's driving skill, she turned the wheel before it even crashes with the guy. If it had been any second later, the man could have been brought to the hospital with a broken leg. She stood up from her bike and approached the guy who was sitting down the road next to her.
"Daijobu?" she asked in a worried tone while taking her helmet off her head.
"Yeah, I guess so…" the guy smiled and scratched his head. "Gomen…I was the one who was not looking." He continued in a genki tone.
Natsumi held her hand towards the guy to pull him up, "No, I was so darn careless. I shouldn't have driven so fast at this early hour." She said while looking carefully at the guy from foot to head.
He was about 5'11, a lot taller than she is. His hair was light brown, which brings out the light color of his flesh and his blue eyes. Any normal person who would see him will definitely have one first impression,
"He's cute…"Natsumi thought as she followed the guy's gentle movements with her eyes. She was somewhat feeling a little different, as if she had seen him some place before. "Ano…mister…"
The guy stopped scratching his head and started to look at his hand. He was hoping to find a watch but to his surprise, he forgot to wear his. It was carved at his face that he badly needs to know the time. Sensing that the girl infront of him might have a watch, he didn't even make any second thoughts on asking her. "Er…what time is it anyway?"
Natsumi's eyes turned big at his question but then she just smiled. "Eto…let's see…" she pulled her right sleeve upwards to have a look at her watch. "It's five to eight!" she replied.
"What?!?" the both of them shouted at the same time. "I'm LATE IN FIVE MINUTES!" the two of them looked at each other with big surprised eyes. They stared silently in each other's eyes before laughing boisterously.
"I didn't know that universities and high schools have the same school time." He said in between his laughter.
Natsumi stopped laughing and gazed at him at the corner of her eye. "I'm still in high school!" she said in a serious tone.
The guy's mouth was left opened at midair as he took a semi-embarrassed look at Natsumi. "Ah…gomen…" he said while bowing slightly. "I just thought that you were in college because you weren't in uniform…" he gave her a big fake smile.
"Ah…." She replied with her back at him. "Well…I can't really wear my uniform riding my bike, can I?" She smiled at him before walking towards her motorcycle. She then pulled her helmet towards her arm.
The guy suddenly made funny gesture while bowing consecutively towards her. "Gomen…gomen…gomen…" he said repeatedly. it was great that he stopped his stupid gestures before the helmet that Natsumi threw ever hit his head. He caught it right in his arms as question marks suddenly appeared above his head.
"Common, I'll give you a lift!" she smiled at him again while jumping on her bike.
He just stood there with no words to say. He can't help but to be mesmerized by her beauty, which he never saw before. She's just damn perfect for him at this moment. Her face and attitude were combined pretty well. She's the woman that every man had dreamed of. "Are you sure about it?" he asked without moving his gaze off her.
Natsumi started her engine and gave him a smile that any normal person can't refuse. Her smile started to make his heart beat fast as if he wanted this moment to last much more. "If I'm not going to do something about it, we'll both be late, ne?" she gave him one last smile before heating up her bike's engine.
"If you insist…" he replied softly as he jumped silently behind her.
Natsumi turned backwards and locked her eyes towards him, "So, Where are you heading?"
He didn't even move his gaze away from her. For him, Natsumi seemed like a goddess, like somebody he was destined to meet. It was a wrong choice, for if there's anything that Natsumi hates most, it's people staring at her.
"HELLO! Excuse me, but where are you heading?" she asked sarcastically but a little politely.
The guy suddenly came back to consciousness. "Uh…gomen, I was preoccupied with…well…I was on my way to go to Shoyo High—"
"You're studying there?" she asked coolly.
"Well, yeah…"
"This will be a bumpy ride, so hang on…" she said. Just then, pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist. He seemed so gentle in holding her. She felt so comfortable even with a stranger behind her. She just smiled at his gentleness before putting her helmet on.
They felt as though a million minutes had passed before they arrived infront of Shoyo's gate. The two of them had been feeling something strange but a rather happy feeling in the five whole minutes that they are together. They were feeling comfortable together even though they were perfect strangers.
"So, you're here!" she said as she parked her motorcycle infront of the big campus of Shoyo high school. Everyone was hurrying up to get to their classes on time but the guy behind Natsumi didn't seem to have the same idea.
"Think so…" he grunted. "Well, got to go now…" he said while taking off his helmet, exposing his face for the last time. A smile was curved at his lips and the hope of seeing her again remained inside his head.
Natsumi's eyes grew big. It was just now that she realized that this same guy was the guy wearing a number four jersey in her dream. His smile, his appearance, everything about him was the same. She pulled her helmet off her head and rested it in her arms.
"Um…ano…Matte!" she shouted just before the guy turned back.
She blushed a little. It was wrong to describe him as cute cause he was EXTREMELY CUTE.
"What is it?" he asked, not letting go of his smile.
"Well…ano…eto…um…"
"Gomen, gomen.." he said while putting his right arm behind his head. "I forgot to say thanks!"
She pasted the tip of her two index fingers together near her chest and sighed, "No, I mean…I…well, at least leave me your name…"
"Kenji" he said "Fujima Kenji!"
"So, I'll be seeing you then Fujima-san!" she said in a perky voice. "By the way, Shinomori Natsumi des!"
He nodded at her and smiled, "Sure, well be seeing each other, someday…"
Natsumi wore her helmet again and started her engine. She then held her chest for a couple of minutes then turned herself back on the wheel. It was no mistake; her heartbeat was fast, like never before. "Why do I feel strange…I know that I've seen him before…well, in my dream, but…who is he anyway?" With that, she was off.
As she strove off to towards her school, Fujima can't help but stare at her until her figure was out of sight. He sighed aloud as he place his right hand at his pocket.
"That's one cool chick!" a tall glasses-man told Fujima.
He smiled at the remark and replied, "Maybe she is…"
