Here's chapter 4. Another shortie. ^u^
Disclaimer: I'm only using FoR and its characters for the fun of it! It doesn't belong to me.
A Cup of Tea
Chapter 4
Fuuko blinked. And then blinked again.
Did she hear right? Did Tokiya Mikagami ask her out on a date? Immediately after she verbally bashed him, saying that he had nothing to be proud of?
Oh wait, it wasn't a date. It was tea.
But still…
"What?"
"I just invited you for tea."
She blushed. And he noticed this immediately.
"I'm not asking you out on a date Kirisawa. It's just tea… And not drugged tea, mind you," he, slightly fearing the thoughts going on in the girl's head, added.
"Uh, okay sure. Why not?" she nodded, and then grinned. "It's free food anyway!"
Again, a typical Fuuko Kirisawa answer.
They resumed walking towards Fuuko's residence in silence. Tokiya was in the process of counter-checking his actions in his mind, which he did whenever he felt unsure of something he just did. He invited Fuuko Kirisawa over. For tea. To help him. With his essay.
How bizarre can that get?
But then, she seemed to have some sort of wisdom with her. She doesn't get the best marks at school, but grades aren't the only verification of functioning brain cells. She had a different kind of smart. And although she isn't exactly what one would call of good moral character, she still has self-control. At least he'd like to think so.
He silently prayed he wasn't making a mistake.
"This is my stop," Fuuko announced after a few minutes. Tokiya stopped as well. "Um, so see you tomorrow?"
"Un."
"What time?"
"4 pm sharp," he said, emphasizing on the 'sharp'. "I'll lock you out if you're late."
Fuuko laughed haughtily. "Ha! Fuuko Kirisawa is never late for a date!" She blushed after realizing her statement and its horrible rhyme. "Er, tea, I mean… Hey, where's your house again?"
"All the way back there, a little north of the train station," he answered dryly.
"Very funny. Okay, so, I gotta go now… Thanks for walking me home!" She turned around and ran inside the house.
Mikagami was left standing outside.
He really did hope he made the right decision.
~~~
Saturday mornings always promised struggling high school students of liberation from the toil of schoolwork. It was a time to get rid of one's tensions, relax, unwind and just chill and hang out with the gang.
But for Tokiya Mikagami, the above statement couldn't apply because 1)He doesn't technically 'hang out' with his 'gang' and 2)He had his 'tea party' to worry about.
That was yet another thing he found odd. Why on earth was he worrying about his afternoon rendezvous? It was only Fuuko, for crying out loud! The girl probably didn't even drink tea. He didn't need to press his shirt or use his fancy perfume. Heck, he can just buy some pastries in the local bakeshop to accompany the tea.
So if he shouldn't worry, much less care about Fuuko coming over, why did he iron his shirt and use his fancy perfume, and why, of all things imaginable, is he baking a cake right now?
He pulled over a chair and re-read his draft. He knew very well that the words he has previously written were true. He just didn't know what to make of it.
And hopefully, she would know what to make of it.
But that's just wishful thinking. What would a monkey like her know?
A soft 'ting' sounded in the kitchen. He went in and checked the oven. The cake was ready. He had on one of his best shirts and he carried his favorite scent. There was still the matter about the tea, since he seriously doubts that Fuuko even drinks tea aside from their traditional one. Well she'd have to make do with this, since he is certainly not going to worry about back-up beverages as well.
It was 4 p.m. now. He was ready. Ready to get his over with so he could get a move on with his life.
But the familiar jovial voice of Fuuko never came.
TBC
Disclaimer: I'm only using FoR and its characters for the fun of it! It doesn't belong to me.
A Cup of Tea
Chapter 4
Fuuko blinked. And then blinked again.
Did she hear right? Did Tokiya Mikagami ask her out on a date? Immediately after she verbally bashed him, saying that he had nothing to be proud of?
Oh wait, it wasn't a date. It was tea.
But still…
"What?"
"I just invited you for tea."
She blushed. And he noticed this immediately.
"I'm not asking you out on a date Kirisawa. It's just tea… And not drugged tea, mind you," he, slightly fearing the thoughts going on in the girl's head, added.
"Uh, okay sure. Why not?" she nodded, and then grinned. "It's free food anyway!"
Again, a typical Fuuko Kirisawa answer.
They resumed walking towards Fuuko's residence in silence. Tokiya was in the process of counter-checking his actions in his mind, which he did whenever he felt unsure of something he just did. He invited Fuuko Kirisawa over. For tea. To help him. With his essay.
How bizarre can that get?
But then, she seemed to have some sort of wisdom with her. She doesn't get the best marks at school, but grades aren't the only verification of functioning brain cells. She had a different kind of smart. And although she isn't exactly what one would call of good moral character, she still has self-control. At least he'd like to think so.
He silently prayed he wasn't making a mistake.
"This is my stop," Fuuko announced after a few minutes. Tokiya stopped as well. "Um, so see you tomorrow?"
"Un."
"What time?"
"4 pm sharp," he said, emphasizing on the 'sharp'. "I'll lock you out if you're late."
Fuuko laughed haughtily. "Ha! Fuuko Kirisawa is never late for a date!" She blushed after realizing her statement and its horrible rhyme. "Er, tea, I mean… Hey, where's your house again?"
"All the way back there, a little north of the train station," he answered dryly.
"Very funny. Okay, so, I gotta go now… Thanks for walking me home!" She turned around and ran inside the house.
Mikagami was left standing outside.
He really did hope he made the right decision.
~~~
Saturday mornings always promised struggling high school students of liberation from the toil of schoolwork. It was a time to get rid of one's tensions, relax, unwind and just chill and hang out with the gang.
But for Tokiya Mikagami, the above statement couldn't apply because 1)He doesn't technically 'hang out' with his 'gang' and 2)He had his 'tea party' to worry about.
That was yet another thing he found odd. Why on earth was he worrying about his afternoon rendezvous? It was only Fuuko, for crying out loud! The girl probably didn't even drink tea. He didn't need to press his shirt or use his fancy perfume. Heck, he can just buy some pastries in the local bakeshop to accompany the tea.
So if he shouldn't worry, much less care about Fuuko coming over, why did he iron his shirt and use his fancy perfume, and why, of all things imaginable, is he baking a cake right now?
He pulled over a chair and re-read his draft. He knew very well that the words he has previously written were true. He just didn't know what to make of it.
And hopefully, she would know what to make of it.
But that's just wishful thinking. What would a monkey like her know?
A soft 'ting' sounded in the kitchen. He went in and checked the oven. The cake was ready. He had on one of his best shirts and he carried his favorite scent. There was still the matter about the tea, since he seriously doubts that Fuuko even drinks tea aside from their traditional one. Well she'd have to make do with this, since he is certainly not going to worry about back-up beverages as well.
It was 4 p.m. now. He was ready. Ready to get his over with so he could get a move on with his life.
But the familiar jovial voice of Fuuko never came.
TBC