AN: Yay! Finally got a chance to update. I actually DID do some writing in
the past few days, but I kept rewriting this chapter because no matter what
I did, I didn't like how it was going. So I decided to change the PoV. I
hope you guys don't mind! Sorry. I know it's kind of weird reading it from
Yuki's point of view when the story is titled, "In the Mind of a Playboy."
But this was the only way I could get this chapter out in the right..
light. Well, go ahead, read and then yell at me. But I think this chapter
wouldn't have worked out as well if it had been in Nishikado's PoV. Sorry
again, if you really don't like this, then I won't write it in Yuki's POV
again. Just tell me what you think of it. ^^ Thx guys.
joshniki: Thank you, I hope you'll like this chapter better, though, I changed the POV. Sorry about that! *sniff* I can't seem to do anything right with this fanfic.Sorry! Here's the next chapter anyway.
fresh8: Nishikado, the guy is an enigma, I can only begin to imagine what he thinks. And thank you for the tip! I WILL try to develop his less playboy side. Thx so much! That really helps me to weave the fic into something the readers will want to read. I promise to work on Soijirou's non-playboy side. For this chappie, however, bear with me.
alice: Aww, thank you. It makes me so much happier to know that you think Jiro is in character and that the chapter wasn't so bad. Thank you.
*Yan*: Hehe, I'm glad you thought it was a funny chapter. I wanted it to be funny, but I didn't think it turned out that way, so yay, you thought it was funny! Sorry, but Linda girl has to be in here to make the fic more interesting, but don't worry, nothing horrible will happen to Yuki.
Celina: Thx! *huggles* You make me feel so much better about that last chapter. Thank you for your compliment. ^^ Soijirou needs to break out of his playboy shell first, so be patient and keep reading. Thank you again and here's the next chapter.
* * Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I own nothing! Plz don't sue me, I'm only a lil kid.
~*~ Ch. 3 Peek - a - Boo ~*~
I touched my lips. I could still feel it, the sweet bliss when he kissed me.
Nishikado.. Soijirou.
What a beautiful name, fit for such a beautiful man.
"Snap out of it, Yuki!" Tsukushi chastised me.
I sighed. It's been, what, a week since the incident happened. Tsukushi has been telling me to forget about it ever since. But how can I? How can anyone? Do women not throw themselves at his feet, begging for only a glimpse of his charming smile? How can I act any differently toward him, God's gift to womankind?
Heh, right.
This is where you go, Snap out of it, Yuki!!
The bastard! He kisses me and then I never see him again? Jerk!
I turned and smiled at Tsukushi, saying, "Ah, so sorry, I was zoning out again."
Tsukushi and I are both in our work clothes, standing behind a counter in a quaint little Dango shop. Yes, so fun, we sell sweets. Mind you, I'm being sarcastic here.
The bells to the dango shop rang softly in contrast to the door bursting open. Doumyouji Tsukasa marched in with the rest of F4.
I've always wondered why they travel in groups like that. It's like Doumyouji has his little train of lackeys. I giggled at the thought. It was true; they did anything the temperamental guy tells them to do. But they were such gorgeous and wealthy men! It's so unfair that the good things in life go to those who already have everything.
I blushed softly as Nishikado and Mimasaka came in. Damn, he looks good. Nishikado, I mean.
"Yo, Yuki."
"eh?" I blinked, too mesmerized by Nishikado to notice someone talk to me. And it certainly wasn't Nishikado himself.
I looked at Mimasaka and smiled gently, "Hello."
Nishikado smiled charmingly at me and I swear, I practically turned to jello.
It's not my fault. I know I'm supposed to be mad at him for kissing me. And by god, if I didn't know that, Tsukushi would have already drilled it deep into my head. But, really, it should be a crime to be that handsome.
I decided, now would be the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with the man of my dreams.
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to say something seductively mysterious so it would catch his attention.
"I - I like fish!" I stammered.
Oh.. God..
I groaned and covered my face. Great job, Yuki, you've successfully said someone that caught his attention. Yea, very mysterious.. reaaal seductive.
Nishikado's eyebrows shot up and he looked at a loss for words for, probably the first time in his life.
Then, as suddenly as I had said that cursed statement, both Nishikado and Mimasaka burst out laughing.
Why did I even say that? I don't even LIKE fish. I groaned again.
Tsukushi gently patted me on my back. She looked pointedly at Doumyouji who proceeded to kick the two over. They were laughing so hard by now it didn't matter; they just rolled on the floor, clutching their sides.
The last of the F4 gently pried my hands from my face. Hanazawa Rui peered into my red face and asked, "Perhaps you are hungry?"
Tsukushi jumped in, glancing at her watch, "We're off work in fifteen minutes."
Hanazawa Rui held onto my hands and said kindly, "Would you care to have dinner with me?"
"And me!" Mimasaka chimed, finally managing to stop laughing. He patted his stomach, "Ah, a good laugh works out your abs."
What?
I couldn't help it, so I finally gave in to the temptation and laughed. The embarrassing moment was forgotten and I accepted the dinner request. I had always wanted to be a part of the notorious group that Tsukushi hung out with. Now was my chance.
~*~
At dinner with the F4, Hanazawa spouted off the names of some fish dishes in suggestion before I finally, embarrassingly, admitted that I hate fish. He smiled understandingly and turned back to his menu.
I glanced over at Nishikado who was seated across from me. He was looking at me intently and it was extremely uncomfortable. Is it just me or is it really hot in here?
I don't know what to think of Nishikado. Should I act like nothing happened? Doesn't these kind of things happen all the time with him? He doesn't even care about it, right? Should I talk to him? It was just a kiss, right?
I should.. just.. act normal. Right, normal. How the hell do I act normal around the man who I have a crush on?!
In the end, I ordered chicken and listened in on the conversations of the F4 and my best friend Tsukushi. Sometimes, they would turn to me and try to bring me into the conversation, but I always added my bit and returned to studying them. It was funny, I spent my entire life idolizing these people and when I finally get up close and personal with the four hottest, richest students in the whole of Japan, I find out they're just normal people.
But I'm glad. I'm glad they're normal like the rest of us, the commoners. It means.. I have a chance.. right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nishikado offered to drive me home even with Tsukushi shooting death glares at him. And if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead more than a million times through dinner. I sat in the soft leather seat and held my hands in my lap.
"Uh, Nishikado," I glanced at him tentatively, "thank you for giving me a ride home. I could just walk; I don't want to trouble you."
Of course, if you make me walk, I'll get Tsukushi to murder you.
He looked at me and then back on the road with a smile on his face, "No problem. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
Oh no. Please don't talk about the other day. I'd die of embarrassment.
Please, please, don't talk about the kiss.
"About the other day.."
Shoot.
"I wanted to thank you for making that slut girl go away."
Thank me?
I blushed. Hurry and say something Yuki, or else he'll think you're brain dead.
"Um, I didn't mind."
Ok, now drop the subject, Nishikado.
"And, I wanted to talk about the kiss."
He took his eyes off the road and looked at me again.
Damn, why does he have to talk about it? I don't wanna..
"What - what about it?"
He's going to apologize for it, and then I'll KNOW that he didn't even think about me when he kissed me. He'll apologize and I'll know that he won't ever think about me again.
"I'm sorry about that."
I looked out the window quickly and blinked back some tears.
Well, there it is. The truth is staring me in the face and yet I have this aching feeling in me.
Why? Don't be sorry, it was so beautiful.
I - I don't want you to be sorry.
"Don't be," I said softly, "I - I don't regret it."
To my shock, Nishikado grinned at me, "Good."
Good? You pompous bastard.
"You're a sweet girl. I'm guilty for kissing such an innocent friend of Makino's but.."
I looked at Nishikado with his beautiful eyes and hair. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top and the wind through the open window was making the collar flap gently at his neck.
"I want to get to know you better."
My eyes widened. Nishikado, you almost sound sweet, like you really care.
He smiled at me and before I could answer, he stopped the car and asked, "This your house?"
I nodded blindly and got out.
"It's.. Yuki, right?"
I nodded vigorously again.
"I'll see you around." And he sped out of sight.
If I forgot to say this before I'll say it now. Nishikado is so hot! I unlocked the front door and stumbled into the house, calling out an "I'm home, mom," before flopping on the bed.
I frowned at the crunching noise of a few letters and pulled them out from under me.
One was from my dad who was away for work. Another was a large manila folder that said simply, "Yuki" on the front.
I ripped it open and a few large pictures scattered across my mattress.
Photos of me throughout the week littered my soft bed.
Photos of me?
There was me, working in the dango shop, smiling at something Tsukushi said. Here I was again, walking down the street on my way home. Another picture of me buying groceries lay there. All of them, pictures of me, smiling, laughing, sadly remembering the kiss.
I picked up a note from the package and it said in bold red words:
"Peek - a - boo
I see you."
joshniki: Thank you, I hope you'll like this chapter better, though, I changed the POV. Sorry about that! *sniff* I can't seem to do anything right with this fanfic.Sorry! Here's the next chapter anyway.
fresh8: Nishikado, the guy is an enigma, I can only begin to imagine what he thinks. And thank you for the tip! I WILL try to develop his less playboy side. Thx so much! That really helps me to weave the fic into something the readers will want to read. I promise to work on Soijirou's non-playboy side. For this chappie, however, bear with me.
alice: Aww, thank you. It makes me so much happier to know that you think Jiro is in character and that the chapter wasn't so bad. Thank you.
*Yan*: Hehe, I'm glad you thought it was a funny chapter. I wanted it to be funny, but I didn't think it turned out that way, so yay, you thought it was funny! Sorry, but Linda girl has to be in here to make the fic more interesting, but don't worry, nothing horrible will happen to Yuki.
Celina: Thx! *huggles* You make me feel so much better about that last chapter. Thank you for your compliment. ^^ Soijirou needs to break out of his playboy shell first, so be patient and keep reading. Thank you again and here's the next chapter.
* * Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I own nothing! Plz don't sue me, I'm only a lil kid.
~*~ Ch. 3 Peek - a - Boo ~*~
I touched my lips. I could still feel it, the sweet bliss when he kissed me.
Nishikado.. Soijirou.
What a beautiful name, fit for such a beautiful man.
"Snap out of it, Yuki!" Tsukushi chastised me.
I sighed. It's been, what, a week since the incident happened. Tsukushi has been telling me to forget about it ever since. But how can I? How can anyone? Do women not throw themselves at his feet, begging for only a glimpse of his charming smile? How can I act any differently toward him, God's gift to womankind?
Heh, right.
This is where you go, Snap out of it, Yuki!!
The bastard! He kisses me and then I never see him again? Jerk!
I turned and smiled at Tsukushi, saying, "Ah, so sorry, I was zoning out again."
Tsukushi and I are both in our work clothes, standing behind a counter in a quaint little Dango shop. Yes, so fun, we sell sweets. Mind you, I'm being sarcastic here.
The bells to the dango shop rang softly in contrast to the door bursting open. Doumyouji Tsukasa marched in with the rest of F4.
I've always wondered why they travel in groups like that. It's like Doumyouji has his little train of lackeys. I giggled at the thought. It was true; they did anything the temperamental guy tells them to do. But they were such gorgeous and wealthy men! It's so unfair that the good things in life go to those who already have everything.
I blushed softly as Nishikado and Mimasaka came in. Damn, he looks good. Nishikado, I mean.
"Yo, Yuki."
"eh?" I blinked, too mesmerized by Nishikado to notice someone talk to me. And it certainly wasn't Nishikado himself.
I looked at Mimasaka and smiled gently, "Hello."
Nishikado smiled charmingly at me and I swear, I practically turned to jello.
It's not my fault. I know I'm supposed to be mad at him for kissing me. And by god, if I didn't know that, Tsukushi would have already drilled it deep into my head. But, really, it should be a crime to be that handsome.
I decided, now would be the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with the man of my dreams.
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to say something seductively mysterious so it would catch his attention.
"I - I like fish!" I stammered.
Oh.. God..
I groaned and covered my face. Great job, Yuki, you've successfully said someone that caught his attention. Yea, very mysterious.. reaaal seductive.
Nishikado's eyebrows shot up and he looked at a loss for words for, probably the first time in his life.
Then, as suddenly as I had said that cursed statement, both Nishikado and Mimasaka burst out laughing.
Why did I even say that? I don't even LIKE fish. I groaned again.
Tsukushi gently patted me on my back. She looked pointedly at Doumyouji who proceeded to kick the two over. They were laughing so hard by now it didn't matter; they just rolled on the floor, clutching their sides.
The last of the F4 gently pried my hands from my face. Hanazawa Rui peered into my red face and asked, "Perhaps you are hungry?"
Tsukushi jumped in, glancing at her watch, "We're off work in fifteen minutes."
Hanazawa Rui held onto my hands and said kindly, "Would you care to have dinner with me?"
"And me!" Mimasaka chimed, finally managing to stop laughing. He patted his stomach, "Ah, a good laugh works out your abs."
What?
I couldn't help it, so I finally gave in to the temptation and laughed. The embarrassing moment was forgotten and I accepted the dinner request. I had always wanted to be a part of the notorious group that Tsukushi hung out with. Now was my chance.
~*~
At dinner with the F4, Hanazawa spouted off the names of some fish dishes in suggestion before I finally, embarrassingly, admitted that I hate fish. He smiled understandingly and turned back to his menu.
I glanced over at Nishikado who was seated across from me. He was looking at me intently and it was extremely uncomfortable. Is it just me or is it really hot in here?
I don't know what to think of Nishikado. Should I act like nothing happened? Doesn't these kind of things happen all the time with him? He doesn't even care about it, right? Should I talk to him? It was just a kiss, right?
I should.. just.. act normal. Right, normal. How the hell do I act normal around the man who I have a crush on?!
In the end, I ordered chicken and listened in on the conversations of the F4 and my best friend Tsukushi. Sometimes, they would turn to me and try to bring me into the conversation, but I always added my bit and returned to studying them. It was funny, I spent my entire life idolizing these people and when I finally get up close and personal with the four hottest, richest students in the whole of Japan, I find out they're just normal people.
But I'm glad. I'm glad they're normal like the rest of us, the commoners. It means.. I have a chance.. right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nishikado offered to drive me home even with Tsukushi shooting death glares at him. And if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead more than a million times through dinner. I sat in the soft leather seat and held my hands in my lap.
"Uh, Nishikado," I glanced at him tentatively, "thank you for giving me a ride home. I could just walk; I don't want to trouble you."
Of course, if you make me walk, I'll get Tsukushi to murder you.
He looked at me and then back on the road with a smile on his face, "No problem. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
Oh no. Please don't talk about the other day. I'd die of embarrassment.
Please, please, don't talk about the kiss.
"About the other day.."
Shoot.
"I wanted to thank you for making that slut girl go away."
Thank me?
I blushed. Hurry and say something Yuki, or else he'll think you're brain dead.
"Um, I didn't mind."
Ok, now drop the subject, Nishikado.
"And, I wanted to talk about the kiss."
He took his eyes off the road and looked at me again.
Damn, why does he have to talk about it? I don't wanna..
"What - what about it?"
He's going to apologize for it, and then I'll KNOW that he didn't even think about me when he kissed me. He'll apologize and I'll know that he won't ever think about me again.
"I'm sorry about that."
I looked out the window quickly and blinked back some tears.
Well, there it is. The truth is staring me in the face and yet I have this aching feeling in me.
Why? Don't be sorry, it was so beautiful.
I - I don't want you to be sorry.
"Don't be," I said softly, "I - I don't regret it."
To my shock, Nishikado grinned at me, "Good."
Good? You pompous bastard.
"You're a sweet girl. I'm guilty for kissing such an innocent friend of Makino's but.."
I looked at Nishikado with his beautiful eyes and hair. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top and the wind through the open window was making the collar flap gently at his neck.
"I want to get to know you better."
My eyes widened. Nishikado, you almost sound sweet, like you really care.
He smiled at me and before I could answer, he stopped the car and asked, "This your house?"
I nodded blindly and got out.
"It's.. Yuki, right?"
I nodded vigorously again.
"I'll see you around." And he sped out of sight.
If I forgot to say this before I'll say it now. Nishikado is so hot! I unlocked the front door and stumbled into the house, calling out an "I'm home, mom," before flopping on the bed.
I frowned at the crunching noise of a few letters and pulled them out from under me.
One was from my dad who was away for work. Another was a large manila folder that said simply, "Yuki" on the front.
I ripped it open and a few large pictures scattered across my mattress.
Photos of me throughout the week littered my soft bed.
Photos of me?
There was me, working in the dango shop, smiling at something Tsukushi said. Here I was again, walking down the street on my way home. Another picture of me buying groceries lay there. All of them, pictures of me, smiling, laughing, sadly remembering the kiss.
I picked up a note from the package and it said in bold red words:
"Peek - a - boo
I see you."