All right you guys! Here's chapter three! I'm still looking for
suggestions on the title of this story and the polls for couples are going
to close starting next chapter.
This "short" little chapter is going to mainly be about Omi and Makoto, just because. So if you don't like Omi-chan or Mako-chan, then I suggest that you skip this chapter and move on to chapter four (when it's up).
Okay then. Here's just the basic gist of this chapter. if you do not want to know and be surprised then go ahead and skip this part. Okay then, only people who want to find out before are here right? Good. In this chapter, we learn about Mako's and Omi's past. They do have a small history together as they were both kidnapped that night.
Well, that's all for now, I won't spoil the surprise! Have fun and please R&R.
OH!! And I may possibly mutilate his name. Omi Tsukiyono??? Mamoru Takatori??? Oh well let me know okay? And I'll remember that in the future.
Sorry for the delay in the update, but I've been really busy!!!
Chapter 3: Memories
Her trembling, icy hands wrapped bout his waist as they sped round the corner and out of sight. Omi glanced back over his shoulder as her, thinking the whole time about her calling him Mamoru. 'Who is this girl? How does she know me? Was she one of my father's concubines' {yes, I know he didn't have any, that we know of, but its my world my story, so leave me alone!}
Soon, the flower shop had appeared off in the distance, but Omi had made up his mind. He was going to find out who the girl was. They sped right by the flower shop, and the girl took notice of such. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice shaking in fear.
Omi took notice of her tone and quietly replied, "Aren't you hungry? I thought we could go get something to eat, and talk. How 'bout it?" He felt her head nod in his back as he screeched around a corner into the parking lot of a partly deserted McDonald's. {It's my story!! And it didn't seem like a sushi bar would seem proper.} He pulled into a spot and turned off the motorcycle, his nerves growing every second. 'What can I say to her?' His mind careened out of control as they received their order and went to sit down.
She, too, was quiet, obviously waiting for him to begin their conversation. She cleared her throat, snapping Omi out of his daze. "Mamoru," she started, but Omi held up his hand to stop her.
"Who are you?" he asked staring intently at her. "How do you know that I am a Takatori? How do you know my name is Mamoru? I don't think we've met before."
"Mamoru." her voice was filled with surprise and her gaze full of contempt and confusion. He was still waiting for an answer and was not going to let her go until he found out. "You do not remember then," she sighed.
Now Omi looked confused. "Remember? I don't think we've ever met." He stared at her, completely oblivious to Aya, Ken and Yoji who had just walked through the door.
She sighed again and shook her head. "I should not be here, Mamoru; however, you must learn the truth."
He jumped again, startled that she had said his name again. "Please don't call me that, he said. My name is Omi Tsukiyono now. Okay?"
She nodded her agreement, but responded in a different manner. "So sorry, but I cannot call you that. I have known you all my life as Mamoru, but I will make an effort to do so . O-Omi." She struggled with his name because she could not face facts that this was no longer the boy she knew. She sighed and continued, "Anyway, you do remember the day you were kidnapped, do you not?" He nodded and she shook her head. "Then you must not remember it in detail, because I was there."
Once more, Omi jumped back in surprise, and across the room, though unnoticed, Aya, Ken, and Yoji listened to their conversation. "What?" he said confused. "What are you talking about?"
She laughed at his dismay and continued. "I mean to say, Mamoru, that I too was there when your uncle came and rescued you." She laughed at the look on his face; he was skeptically looking at her with large eyes and a gaping mouth. "See, I knew you would believe me, Mamoru. I want you to know something, Mamoru. You may be disturbed by what I am to tell you, and if you want not to know, then stop me at any time, agreed?"
He nodded and said, "I don't think you have to worry about me stopping you because I can't even remember you."
She nodded and closed her eyes. "Okay then. Fourteen years ago was when I first met you and your family. My parents were employees for your father and had made a deal with him. It was said that if something ever happened to them that he would take me in and raise me as his own.
"Things were fine, for awhile at least, but on that bitter day when I turned two, three men attacked my family's home. My parents were viciously murdered and I was untouched. I hate to say it, Mamoru, but I think it was by order of your father because when he met me, he seemed to take a liking towards me, or so Mother's diary says. So your father took me in.
"Upon my arrival, your older brothers and your father took an immediate liking to me. We were close to the same age, so we became immediate friends, going through our troubles and rough times together. One may say that I soon became your guardian. I had been through terrible times and I was able to use this as my strength. Of course, your father saw this in me and decided to put my talents to use. I, though the youngest in age, became somewhat of a bodyguard for you. Your brothers were happy and so was your father, at least for the moment.
"Four years past and we grew together. You were a year older than I and we were fine with it. People began to notice that we were always together and that became a bad thing. People started trying to attack us to get to your father. They assumed we were brother and sister or future husband and wife.
"The day started out normally. That afternoon, you and I decided that we were going to go to the park to play for a few hours. Your older brother, since he was driving by that time, dropped us off and proceeded to the airport. Three men showed up, saying that Master Takatori had sent for us and that we were supposed to go with them. Our innocent lives took a turn for the worse as they tied and bound us back to back in their van. They took us to a secluded area and made a phone call to your brother, saying that he had us and such. They said that if he did not have his father home and ready to take a call in two hours, he would slice our throats if he was not there, first starting with the girl's then the boy's.
"Two terrifying hours past as they beat us, trying to hear us cry out in pain. We supported each other and stuff. They decided before they were to call your father, they would separate us so the other did not see the blood spill. At least they were kind on that aspect.
"They called your father again and told him the same thing he told your brother, that he had us and would slice our throats if they did not have a response. They also told him the ransom amount and hung up. They dragged me off into the other room and ." she paused for a moment, obviously deep in thought.
Omi noticed the pause and asked, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head and opened her eyes, "I can barely remember what happened when we were separated for that hour, but I know it something terrible. After a long time, or so it seemed, one of the other men came in the room and told him to leave me alone, that the phone-call was about to start.
"He brought me back into the room where you were and threw me into a corner. I could see you and the entrance clearly, and that proved useful. At home, I suppose, your uncle, father, and brother were all waiting. When the kidnapper called, he put you on the phone. You kept crying for your father to come save you and such. When he took the phone away from you, I started yelling our location aloud. Obviously it was heard, because I was then gagged. Your father continued talking to the kidnapper, who soon after, slammed the phone into the receiver.
"He was angry; this showed in his eyes. He turned to you first. 'Your father said he wouldn't pay. You weren't worth it,' He said. He threatened your life and told his companions to kill you. I guess he had forgotten about me or something, because he never even turned to look at me. When your Uncle ran in the room, you jumped to your feet and ran out the door as he held off the kidnappers. After you were safely out of the room, he followed on your heels, leaving me behind.
"The three men chased after you and your uncle, but to no avail. I guess they forgot about me, because, I walked out of the room and out the door without anyone stopping me, but I guess that was a benefit. I had wanted to go after you, but I knew I could not. Because I had failed in protecting you, your brother was bitter and threw me out. So from then on, I lived on my own, always looking for you, Mamoru, knowing that since you did not go home, you were somewhere. I took up jobs protecting others in hopes of finding you, but never did until now."
Omi sat listening intently for a while and at the conclusion of her long story, his mind was full of questions and his face of awe. "Wow, I had no idea," he said in amazement. "I don't know why I didn't remember you then, if we were so close." his words were cut short by an outburst of laughter in the corner. Omi turned and saw Aya, Yoji, and Ken sitting in there at the booth behind the two with Yoji laughing.
"Those three have been listening for awhile," Makoto said gloomily.
"You guys!" Omi exclaimed angrily. "What are you doing here?"
"What does it look like we're doing?" Aya replied, rhetorically. "We're having a meal at a McDonald's. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Omi scowled, but turned back around in his seat. "No, not really, but you still could have told me you were here at least." He sighed and looked back across from him at Makoto. She stared at him for a moment before standing and pulling back on Yoji' long cloak. "Where are you going?"
She smiled at him and said, "I'm so sorry, Mamoru.I mean, Omi. I cannot stay here any longer. Goodbye." She bowed slightly and turned for the door.
"Now just wait a moment," Yoji spoke up. "I cannot let a beautiful woman like you walk all alone at this time of night. Let me take you home." He had stood up and was by her side in an instant. "Or, if you do not want to, let me take you on a ride around town, maybe catch a movie?"
"Gomen nasai, but I do not date old guys like you." Ken, Omi and Aya burst out laughing at the look on Yoji's face: utter disgust.
"OLD?!?!" he bellowed. "I'll have you know I'm only twenty-one, thank you very much." His scowl buried his embarrassment.
"Well, I'm sixteen, so you are old to me." She said laughing at his outburst.
"Darn it!! Then you're too young me for. No offense, but I don't go for high school girls. Tough luck," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, I have to be going now."
"Wait!" Omi spoke up. "You cannot go home or they'll find you. Why don't you come home with me for tonight?"
She thought hastily about going with him, but decided that it was for the best, considering her circumstances. She nodded her head, saying, "Alright, I'll go tonight."
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Yeah!! Chapter 3 is finished!!!
Yes, in this chapter, Yoji is the comic relief. "HA HA HA!!!!"
Okay . anyway.
THE POLLS HAVE UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!
Vote for couples!!
Aya/ ?
Yoji/ ?
Ken/ ?
Just so you know as I can work it in, I'm going to put the other sailors in, 'k?
Ciao 4 now,
Princess Ikumi
This "short" little chapter is going to mainly be about Omi and Makoto, just because. So if you don't like Omi-chan or Mako-chan, then I suggest that you skip this chapter and move on to chapter four (when it's up).
Okay then. Here's just the basic gist of this chapter. if you do not want to know and be surprised then go ahead and skip this part. Okay then, only people who want to find out before are here right? Good. In this chapter, we learn about Mako's and Omi's past. They do have a small history together as they were both kidnapped that night.
Well, that's all for now, I won't spoil the surprise! Have fun and please R&R.
OH!! And I may possibly mutilate his name. Omi Tsukiyono??? Mamoru Takatori??? Oh well let me know okay? And I'll remember that in the future.
Sorry for the delay in the update, but I've been really busy!!!
Chapter 3: Memories
Her trembling, icy hands wrapped bout his waist as they sped round the corner and out of sight. Omi glanced back over his shoulder as her, thinking the whole time about her calling him Mamoru. 'Who is this girl? How does she know me? Was she one of my father's concubines' {yes, I know he didn't have any, that we know of, but its my world my story, so leave me alone!}
Soon, the flower shop had appeared off in the distance, but Omi had made up his mind. He was going to find out who the girl was. They sped right by the flower shop, and the girl took notice of such. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice shaking in fear.
Omi took notice of her tone and quietly replied, "Aren't you hungry? I thought we could go get something to eat, and talk. How 'bout it?" He felt her head nod in his back as he screeched around a corner into the parking lot of a partly deserted McDonald's. {It's my story!! And it didn't seem like a sushi bar would seem proper.} He pulled into a spot and turned off the motorcycle, his nerves growing every second. 'What can I say to her?' His mind careened out of control as they received their order and went to sit down.
She, too, was quiet, obviously waiting for him to begin their conversation. She cleared her throat, snapping Omi out of his daze. "Mamoru," she started, but Omi held up his hand to stop her.
"Who are you?" he asked staring intently at her. "How do you know that I am a Takatori? How do you know my name is Mamoru? I don't think we've met before."
"Mamoru." her voice was filled with surprise and her gaze full of contempt and confusion. He was still waiting for an answer and was not going to let her go until he found out. "You do not remember then," she sighed.
Now Omi looked confused. "Remember? I don't think we've ever met." He stared at her, completely oblivious to Aya, Ken and Yoji who had just walked through the door.
She sighed again and shook her head. "I should not be here, Mamoru; however, you must learn the truth."
He jumped again, startled that she had said his name again. "Please don't call me that, he said. My name is Omi Tsukiyono now. Okay?"
She nodded her agreement, but responded in a different manner. "So sorry, but I cannot call you that. I have known you all my life as Mamoru, but I will make an effort to do so . O-Omi." She struggled with his name because she could not face facts that this was no longer the boy she knew. She sighed and continued, "Anyway, you do remember the day you were kidnapped, do you not?" He nodded and she shook her head. "Then you must not remember it in detail, because I was there."
Once more, Omi jumped back in surprise, and across the room, though unnoticed, Aya, Ken, and Yoji listened to their conversation. "What?" he said confused. "What are you talking about?"
She laughed at his dismay and continued. "I mean to say, Mamoru, that I too was there when your uncle came and rescued you." She laughed at the look on his face; he was skeptically looking at her with large eyes and a gaping mouth. "See, I knew you would believe me, Mamoru. I want you to know something, Mamoru. You may be disturbed by what I am to tell you, and if you want not to know, then stop me at any time, agreed?"
He nodded and said, "I don't think you have to worry about me stopping you because I can't even remember you."
She nodded and closed her eyes. "Okay then. Fourteen years ago was when I first met you and your family. My parents were employees for your father and had made a deal with him. It was said that if something ever happened to them that he would take me in and raise me as his own.
"Things were fine, for awhile at least, but on that bitter day when I turned two, three men attacked my family's home. My parents were viciously murdered and I was untouched. I hate to say it, Mamoru, but I think it was by order of your father because when he met me, he seemed to take a liking towards me, or so Mother's diary says. So your father took me in.
"Upon my arrival, your older brothers and your father took an immediate liking to me. We were close to the same age, so we became immediate friends, going through our troubles and rough times together. One may say that I soon became your guardian. I had been through terrible times and I was able to use this as my strength. Of course, your father saw this in me and decided to put my talents to use. I, though the youngest in age, became somewhat of a bodyguard for you. Your brothers were happy and so was your father, at least for the moment.
"Four years past and we grew together. You were a year older than I and we were fine with it. People began to notice that we were always together and that became a bad thing. People started trying to attack us to get to your father. They assumed we were brother and sister or future husband and wife.
"The day started out normally. That afternoon, you and I decided that we were going to go to the park to play for a few hours. Your older brother, since he was driving by that time, dropped us off and proceeded to the airport. Three men showed up, saying that Master Takatori had sent for us and that we were supposed to go with them. Our innocent lives took a turn for the worse as they tied and bound us back to back in their van. They took us to a secluded area and made a phone call to your brother, saying that he had us and such. They said that if he did not have his father home and ready to take a call in two hours, he would slice our throats if he was not there, first starting with the girl's then the boy's.
"Two terrifying hours past as they beat us, trying to hear us cry out in pain. We supported each other and stuff. They decided before they were to call your father, they would separate us so the other did not see the blood spill. At least they were kind on that aspect.
"They called your father again and told him the same thing he told your brother, that he had us and would slice our throats if they did not have a response. They also told him the ransom amount and hung up. They dragged me off into the other room and ." she paused for a moment, obviously deep in thought.
Omi noticed the pause and asked, "What's wrong?"
She shook her head and opened her eyes, "I can barely remember what happened when we were separated for that hour, but I know it something terrible. After a long time, or so it seemed, one of the other men came in the room and told him to leave me alone, that the phone-call was about to start.
"He brought me back into the room where you were and threw me into a corner. I could see you and the entrance clearly, and that proved useful. At home, I suppose, your uncle, father, and brother were all waiting. When the kidnapper called, he put you on the phone. You kept crying for your father to come save you and such. When he took the phone away from you, I started yelling our location aloud. Obviously it was heard, because I was then gagged. Your father continued talking to the kidnapper, who soon after, slammed the phone into the receiver.
"He was angry; this showed in his eyes. He turned to you first. 'Your father said he wouldn't pay. You weren't worth it,' He said. He threatened your life and told his companions to kill you. I guess he had forgotten about me or something, because he never even turned to look at me. When your Uncle ran in the room, you jumped to your feet and ran out the door as he held off the kidnappers. After you were safely out of the room, he followed on your heels, leaving me behind.
"The three men chased after you and your uncle, but to no avail. I guess they forgot about me, because, I walked out of the room and out the door without anyone stopping me, but I guess that was a benefit. I had wanted to go after you, but I knew I could not. Because I had failed in protecting you, your brother was bitter and threw me out. So from then on, I lived on my own, always looking for you, Mamoru, knowing that since you did not go home, you were somewhere. I took up jobs protecting others in hopes of finding you, but never did until now."
Omi sat listening intently for a while and at the conclusion of her long story, his mind was full of questions and his face of awe. "Wow, I had no idea," he said in amazement. "I don't know why I didn't remember you then, if we were so close." his words were cut short by an outburst of laughter in the corner. Omi turned and saw Aya, Yoji, and Ken sitting in there at the booth behind the two with Yoji laughing.
"Those three have been listening for awhile," Makoto said gloomily.
"You guys!" Omi exclaimed angrily. "What are you doing here?"
"What does it look like we're doing?" Aya replied, rhetorically. "We're having a meal at a McDonald's. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Omi scowled, but turned back around in his seat. "No, not really, but you still could have told me you were here at least." He sighed and looked back across from him at Makoto. She stared at him for a moment before standing and pulling back on Yoji' long cloak. "Where are you going?"
She smiled at him and said, "I'm so sorry, Mamoru.I mean, Omi. I cannot stay here any longer. Goodbye." She bowed slightly and turned for the door.
"Now just wait a moment," Yoji spoke up. "I cannot let a beautiful woman like you walk all alone at this time of night. Let me take you home." He had stood up and was by her side in an instant. "Or, if you do not want to, let me take you on a ride around town, maybe catch a movie?"
"Gomen nasai, but I do not date old guys like you." Ken, Omi and Aya burst out laughing at the look on Yoji's face: utter disgust.
"OLD?!?!" he bellowed. "I'll have you know I'm only twenty-one, thank you very much." His scowl buried his embarrassment.
"Well, I'm sixteen, so you are old to me." She said laughing at his outburst.
"Darn it!! Then you're too young me for. No offense, but I don't go for high school girls. Tough luck," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, I have to be going now."
"Wait!" Omi spoke up. "You cannot go home or they'll find you. Why don't you come home with me for tonight?"
She thought hastily about going with him, but decided that it was for the best, considering her circumstances. She nodded her head, saying, "Alright, I'll go tonight."
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Yeah!! Chapter 3 is finished!!!
Yes, in this chapter, Yoji is the comic relief. "HA HA HA!!!!"
Okay . anyway.
THE POLLS HAVE UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!
Vote for couples!!
Aya/ ?
Yoji/ ?
Ken/ ?
Just so you know as I can work it in, I'm going to put the other sailors in, 'k?
Ciao 4 now,
Princess Ikumi