Disclaimer: I won't just disclaim, but also thank to Watsuki
Nobuhiro & friends of his, for the great lesson & inspiration.
ready or not, here it comes.
THE HEARTBEAT
"You're beautiful."
The man with hazel hair and a pair of blue azure eyes gazed at me, brilliantly. It seemed that various thoughts of prediction were running inside his pretty head, anticipating all what I would react except one thing.
I laughed. That's the one thing he didn't predict.
He sighed in defeated. I could heard he muttered under his breath. Something like 'I knew I shouldn't try this'.
"Right. We knew you shouldn't change the topic." I said between chuckles. My voice was the sound of the most calm kindergarten teacher who's speaking to one of her pupils. I've heard this guy's used to called as 'Brad Pitt of MIT'. It is not a common skill you could find from the girls around his campus to speak so nonchalantly in front of him, I've heard the rumor. In fact, I never saw ANY girl who's not nervous being near around him.
Then again, I have a good 'teacher'.
"Sooo, where were we?" A dropped head on café's table. God. Is it so boring to being honest?
"You love her." My absolute answer. "No,wait," I shook my head, "you are IN LOVE with her." How I loved to torture such a good looking young man.
The nuclear research student before me hung his jaw for the seventh times since the conversation begun.
"Now," Both of his hands pulled out his long bangs. Those eagle eyes blinked. "Where the hell that come from???" Almost a scream. He's depressing, mind you. Just look at his shakily a bit point finger, together with those knitted eyebrows, he reminded me of a poor lawyer who'll lost his case soon.
"We're just talked about how immodest the uniform-skirt wore by most high school chicks, and I said that is so improper.." He continued. I didn't react.
"And, and.. we're agreed that longer fashion actually can makes them more. well, graceful, and since you're wearing some of them, so I told you my opinion about that. But, no, you laughed at my face, accused me for getting runaway from the main topic. And now," he paused, "you, you.. suddenly burst an idea that I'm in love with Peony? What kind of psychologist are you!"
No answer soon. I preferred to study his accusingly face. With a pout. How cute.
"Yes?"
I looked at him, fully pity. "Did I mention P-e-o-n-y?"
I swore I could translate his annoyed narrowed eyes as, 'Arrrrrghh!! So I decided to add some spices. "And we're not doing any psychology business here."
His skeptic eyes narrowed, signaled some threats to me. I didn't flinch for the slightest, instead gave him my big innocent grin. "I'm just a goood sweet friend. A listener."
Surely that opened then closed mouth want to say something, if I didn't interrupted. "And I can see why suddenly some noisy high school chicks who just passed by drew attention from you, Mr. girl-is-not more- than-a-compound-of tiny atoms, since we both know there's a certain high school chick who wears the same skimpy skirt too." I took my triumphant now as a twitch of an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?" Somehow the said action brought me to remembered another 'eyebrow-twitcher'.
Now it's my turn to demanded an answer.
".kay."
"Pardon?"
"O-KAY!" He raised his hands, much for my victory. "I DO have those relation in my mind. But I'm just worrying about her honor. You know.. a woman's honor. She's deserved to be respected more than as a pair of flesh by those wild eyes."
"I'm glad. You consider her as a woman." I was still on my half- smiling mode, but I had seriousness on my tone. "Isn't that's why you dragged me from office to this restaurant since the first time? To convince yourself? That the little girl who've been your neighbor since she's born , is no longer a child?"
He gave me some looks. I could see a kind of confuse on them, something told me that he felt this was unbelieving. I wondered why. But my words still continued.
"You can choose to marry her after she finish her school. But it would be not wise to make her wait without knowing your truly feeling. She's ready to hear. And can handle with that. Trust me. A girl is not only consist of tears, sparkling eyes, or high-pitched voice. There's patience and understanding too."
My eyes were longing far across the window. I took the silence to framed a picture of old memory in my mind. It painted with some brush of pain. But also colored by warmth as it's main. A combination that never faded by time. I knew this gentleman's problem too well. "It is not you who are not ready yet, is it?"
"Misao." I was not surprised by the heavy sound on his suddenly voice.
" We're just know each other less than a week. But you're spelling out my life as if you've been watching on me for years." He shook his head a little. Hesitated, his eyes sneaked up on me, "Didn't I tell you that I just have a lack of sleep lately? Nothing more?"
Nod, nod. Another smile. "Right, Eth. And we're trying to find out the reason."
A third silence.
"Or am I just imagining?" I was starting to think that maybe I just too much playing with comparison. Maybe this time the tale will be ended with a kind of brotherly affection. A poor cliché ending on age's matter.
He sighed. Again. I think I could see an invisible steam evaporated from his mouth. "My. Can't believe I do this talk." There's a faint smile on his murmured lips. My gaze softened. He must be felt weird having speak in complete sentences, a lot of. I never saw that too before. I was just going to encourage him more when I heard his mockingly voice.
"Don't tell me you've learnt so many cases like mine in your class before."
I couldn't help but burst into a mean laughter, this time worse. His idea was so innocent, at least for me. Well, of course he didn't know that I claimed my study background just for 12 days, not long before I met him as partner on a project. But then, even being pretender is my job, on some areas I always give my self truly. So much for a ninja on twentieth century.
"No. You can take it as my empathy."
"Huh?" He seemed couldn't find any word to continue conversation anymore, so I decided to rose from my seat.
I winked at him. "First hand experienced."
I walked out from Poirot Café with a relieved breath, leaving a defeated love warrior to paid all of our food debt, but not before he woke up from his dumbfounded shape.
Cold wind breezed, just like another afternoon autumn in Boston. Stepping on pedestrian path, I remembered the day when a 24 years old young man, known as a genius post-graduated student from a famous university, brought a petite younger woman inside our office. Then I found that it was her who insisted him to see his new working place. More seemed to me that she wanted to see his new working partners, the females one. So carefree, so persistent and always stick on wherever the embarrassed guy went, the 15 years old girl absolutely boiled up so many other women's blood there.
He's some of iceblock, most of my friends said. Never paid attention to the oh-so-desperate adoration around him. An iceblock who'd better cast on some movies like The Matrix, kick off Reeves butt out, or play as Titan from Legend of The Fall, or pop up as Armani model on some man's magazine, anything but getting stuck as a serious scientist in one of FBI's laboratory.
But that day, I swore he'd blushed badly so many times, reminded me of a certain old friend's hair's color. Iceblock or not, clear to me that he couldn't stay cold when a cute young lady named Peony is around.
Then he came to me, a rare species who's able to confront him with sane eyes, for some life advice. Soundlessly, I smiled. "Ethan. You're such a love-sick puppy!"
"Ethan who?"
This was a very good example of time, if you ever found a situation on Japanese comic with a long syllables of ... 'siiiiiiiiiiing' above the character's head.
Followed as usually, a sound of gulping can be heard. Then sweatdrop.
Mine. Certainly not his, a tall dark haired onmitsu with that damn hypnotic voice who leaned against the dark wall so innocently behind me. Don't. Protest. I knew every inch of his pose now even with closed eyes. A habit. This was a very annoying habit. Not to mention the heart attack I always got at the very first second. Why I always fail to detect his presence before it's too late? Like I'm suppose to?
And, grrrr. Why that just one of question among another thousand.
"Nande. ." My inhaling felt so sharp. "Nande? Nandeee... ??!!?" There's a helplessly feeling in my almost squeak. I turned around to faced a satisfy look from Aoshi's smirk. I tried to glare. Didn't work. This guy's the master.
Those people should think wiser to judge Ethan Blackwood as an iceblock. Here, I could show them the king of North Pole. Show only of course. Not for touch.
...
...
A paused seemed would last for eternity.
An air that typically hung whenever he's being around.
A heartbeat that I never felt for another man.
It's been more than a century.
But still I was throbbing.
Now, he's not doing it on purpose, was he? For such a simple thing.
"Don't you miss to be a love-sick puppy, Shinomori-okusan?"
Damn him. He was.
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AN: Hff. Nothing much to say. 'Kay, another disclaim: .Thanks to 'The Highlander' director, forget your name, sorry. Sure the idea of immortal people who can't be dead except their heads chopped and live thru' centuries with various life and job (depend on the era), is definitely not mine, originally. .Also to Aoyama Gosho (who? the Meitantei Conan's author, of course), I like your café, so let me borrow it a while ^_~ ok? THAT'S ALL. THANKS FOR READ. BYEE. .er, wait. Beside disclaimer, I do make a claimer too. All the grammatical mistakes are mine!! And the terrible vocabularies too. Yahooo! Oh yeah, also the stupidity if there's no FBI Laboratory's branch in Boston. Heheheh.
ready or not, here it comes.
THE HEARTBEAT
"You're beautiful."
The man with hazel hair and a pair of blue azure eyes gazed at me, brilliantly. It seemed that various thoughts of prediction were running inside his pretty head, anticipating all what I would react except one thing.
I laughed. That's the one thing he didn't predict.
He sighed in defeated. I could heard he muttered under his breath. Something like 'I knew I shouldn't try this'.
"Right. We knew you shouldn't change the topic." I said between chuckles. My voice was the sound of the most calm kindergarten teacher who's speaking to one of her pupils. I've heard this guy's used to called as 'Brad Pitt of MIT'. It is not a common skill you could find from the girls around his campus to speak so nonchalantly in front of him, I've heard the rumor. In fact, I never saw ANY girl who's not nervous being near around him.
Then again, I have a good 'teacher'.
"Sooo, where were we?" A dropped head on café's table. God. Is it so boring to being honest?
"You love her." My absolute answer. "No,wait," I shook my head, "you are IN LOVE with her." How I loved to torture such a good looking young man.
The nuclear research student before me hung his jaw for the seventh times since the conversation begun.
"Now," Both of his hands pulled out his long bangs. Those eagle eyes blinked. "Where the hell that come from???" Almost a scream. He's depressing, mind you. Just look at his shakily a bit point finger, together with those knitted eyebrows, he reminded me of a poor lawyer who'll lost his case soon.
"We're just talked about how immodest the uniform-skirt wore by most high school chicks, and I said that is so improper.." He continued. I didn't react.
"And, and.. we're agreed that longer fashion actually can makes them more. well, graceful, and since you're wearing some of them, so I told you my opinion about that. But, no, you laughed at my face, accused me for getting runaway from the main topic. And now," he paused, "you, you.. suddenly burst an idea that I'm in love with Peony? What kind of psychologist are you!"
No answer soon. I preferred to study his accusingly face. With a pout. How cute.
"Yes?"
I looked at him, fully pity. "Did I mention P-e-o-n-y?"
I swore I could translate his annoyed narrowed eyes as, 'Arrrrrghh!! So I decided to add some spices. "And we're not doing any psychology business here."
His skeptic eyes narrowed, signaled some threats to me. I didn't flinch for the slightest, instead gave him my big innocent grin. "I'm just a goood sweet friend. A listener."
Surely that opened then closed mouth want to say something, if I didn't interrupted. "And I can see why suddenly some noisy high school chicks who just passed by drew attention from you, Mr. girl-is-not more- than-a-compound-of tiny atoms, since we both know there's a certain high school chick who wears the same skimpy skirt too." I took my triumphant now as a twitch of an eyebrow. "Am I wrong?" Somehow the said action brought me to remembered another 'eyebrow-twitcher'.
Now it's my turn to demanded an answer.
".kay."
"Pardon?"
"O-KAY!" He raised his hands, much for my victory. "I DO have those relation in my mind. But I'm just worrying about her honor. You know.. a woman's honor. She's deserved to be respected more than as a pair of flesh by those wild eyes."
"I'm glad. You consider her as a woman." I was still on my half- smiling mode, but I had seriousness on my tone. "Isn't that's why you dragged me from office to this restaurant since the first time? To convince yourself? That the little girl who've been your neighbor since she's born , is no longer a child?"
He gave me some looks. I could see a kind of confuse on them, something told me that he felt this was unbelieving. I wondered why. But my words still continued.
"You can choose to marry her after she finish her school. But it would be not wise to make her wait without knowing your truly feeling. She's ready to hear. And can handle with that. Trust me. A girl is not only consist of tears, sparkling eyes, or high-pitched voice. There's patience and understanding too."
My eyes were longing far across the window. I took the silence to framed a picture of old memory in my mind. It painted with some brush of pain. But also colored by warmth as it's main. A combination that never faded by time. I knew this gentleman's problem too well. "It is not you who are not ready yet, is it?"
"Misao." I was not surprised by the heavy sound on his suddenly voice.
" We're just know each other less than a week. But you're spelling out my life as if you've been watching on me for years." He shook his head a little. Hesitated, his eyes sneaked up on me, "Didn't I tell you that I just have a lack of sleep lately? Nothing more?"
Nod, nod. Another smile. "Right, Eth. And we're trying to find out the reason."
A third silence.
"Or am I just imagining?" I was starting to think that maybe I just too much playing with comparison. Maybe this time the tale will be ended with a kind of brotherly affection. A poor cliché ending on age's matter.
He sighed. Again. I think I could see an invisible steam evaporated from his mouth. "My. Can't believe I do this talk." There's a faint smile on his murmured lips. My gaze softened. He must be felt weird having speak in complete sentences, a lot of. I never saw that too before. I was just going to encourage him more when I heard his mockingly voice.
"Don't tell me you've learnt so many cases like mine in your class before."
I couldn't help but burst into a mean laughter, this time worse. His idea was so innocent, at least for me. Well, of course he didn't know that I claimed my study background just for 12 days, not long before I met him as partner on a project. But then, even being pretender is my job, on some areas I always give my self truly. So much for a ninja on twentieth century.
"No. You can take it as my empathy."
"Huh?" He seemed couldn't find any word to continue conversation anymore, so I decided to rose from my seat.
I winked at him. "First hand experienced."
I walked out from Poirot Café with a relieved breath, leaving a defeated love warrior to paid all of our food debt, but not before he woke up from his dumbfounded shape.
Cold wind breezed, just like another afternoon autumn in Boston. Stepping on pedestrian path, I remembered the day when a 24 years old young man, known as a genius post-graduated student from a famous university, brought a petite younger woman inside our office. Then I found that it was her who insisted him to see his new working place. More seemed to me that she wanted to see his new working partners, the females one. So carefree, so persistent and always stick on wherever the embarrassed guy went, the 15 years old girl absolutely boiled up so many other women's blood there.
He's some of iceblock, most of my friends said. Never paid attention to the oh-so-desperate adoration around him. An iceblock who'd better cast on some movies like The Matrix, kick off Reeves butt out, or play as Titan from Legend of The Fall, or pop up as Armani model on some man's magazine, anything but getting stuck as a serious scientist in one of FBI's laboratory.
But that day, I swore he'd blushed badly so many times, reminded me of a certain old friend's hair's color. Iceblock or not, clear to me that he couldn't stay cold when a cute young lady named Peony is around.
Then he came to me, a rare species who's able to confront him with sane eyes, for some life advice. Soundlessly, I smiled. "Ethan. You're such a love-sick puppy!"
"Ethan who?"
This was a very good example of time, if you ever found a situation on Japanese comic with a long syllables of ... 'siiiiiiiiiiing' above the character's head.
Followed as usually, a sound of gulping can be heard. Then sweatdrop.
Mine. Certainly not his, a tall dark haired onmitsu with that damn hypnotic voice who leaned against the dark wall so innocently behind me. Don't. Protest. I knew every inch of his pose now even with closed eyes. A habit. This was a very annoying habit. Not to mention the heart attack I always got at the very first second. Why I always fail to detect his presence before it's too late? Like I'm suppose to?
And, grrrr. Why that just one of question among another thousand.
"Nande. ." My inhaling felt so sharp. "Nande? Nandeee... ??!!?" There's a helplessly feeling in my almost squeak. I turned around to faced a satisfy look from Aoshi's smirk. I tried to glare. Didn't work. This guy's the master.
Those people should think wiser to judge Ethan Blackwood as an iceblock. Here, I could show them the king of North Pole. Show only of course. Not for touch.
...
...
A paused seemed would last for eternity.
An air that typically hung whenever he's being around.
A heartbeat that I never felt for another man.
It's been more than a century.
But still I was throbbing.
Now, he's not doing it on purpose, was he? For such a simple thing.
"Don't you miss to be a love-sick puppy, Shinomori-okusan?"
Damn him. He was.
######
AN: Hff. Nothing much to say. 'Kay, another disclaim: .Thanks to 'The Highlander' director, forget your name, sorry. Sure the idea of immortal people who can't be dead except their heads chopped and live thru' centuries with various life and job (depend on the era), is definitely not mine, originally. .Also to Aoyama Gosho (who? the Meitantei Conan's author, of course), I like your café, so let me borrow it a while ^_~ ok? THAT'S ALL. THANKS FOR READ. BYEE. .er, wait. Beside disclaimer, I do make a claimer too. All the grammatical mistakes are mine!! And the terrible vocabularies too. Yahooo! Oh yeah, also the stupidity if there's no FBI Laboratory's branch in Boston. Heheheh.
