Chapter 9: Sanosuke Sagara
Four months has past since the time I met Tokito and imagined that I saw her with Saito. All that had been left behind me, but one thing still bothered me. Whatever did happen to that mysterious woman?
I was walking around the same market where I bumped into her. I was being silly, purposely looking down in hopes to maybe bump into her again. What if I did? What would I say to her? What would I—
I suddenly bumped into someone. I automatically rejoiced, thinking it was Tokito, but judging by the force that bounced back to me, it wasn't. Whoever I bumped into didn't even stagger when I bumped him or her.
I looked up. It turned out to be a guy, and of all the guys in the city, it just had to bump into Saito Hajime.
He looked back at me. I hate the way he looks at me. It's like he thinks he's so superior to me. Ass-wipe.
"Watch it chicken-face," he said.
"Shut up Saito! What're you doing here anyway, blocking my way around the market?" I blew.
He turned away from me. His stupid face became expressionless. "I'm waiting for my wife," he said.
I gaped at him. Saito has a wife? I don't think so. I shook my head in pity and put my hands on my hips. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Saito, all your work made a screw loosen up there," I said, tapping my right temple.
He didn't look at me or reply. Instead, he glanced away from me and extended his arm to a year older, much more beautiful and even more mature Tokito Akanuma.
I gaped wider. What the hell was this? Was she married to this ass-wipe? She can't be. She couldn't be. She shouldn't be...
"I bought all the things that I need for dinner, darling," she said to Saito.
"That's good dear," he answered to her, suddenly shooting me a know-it-all look.
Tokito noticed him doing this and followed his gaze. Her eyes met mine and she let out a gasp. She remembered me. Did Saito know that she actually knew me?
"I believe you already know the chicken-face dear," he said to her.
"Yes, I do. I told you about him, didn't I darling?" she asked him, not tearing her gaze from mine.
Saito couldn't help but notice this. He touched Tokito's face gently. This made her look at him. He smiled triumphantly. "By the way chicken-face, meet my wife Tokito," he said.
I couldn't help but grit my teeth and clench my fists. "I've met her before Saito," I said in anger.
Tokito moved closer to him, her face hinting some worry. Saito held her around her waist, enjoying every moment of it and every hint of jealousy that I was giving him. But wait...How did and how could he possibly know I'm jealous? Is it that evident on my face?
I turned and ran away. My head started to swim. I had to get away from them as long as they were together. I had to get Tokito alone and sort things out. I couldn't have searched for something to find nothing. I couldn't have longed for something to find that someone else had it...
Four months has past since the time I met Tokito and imagined that I saw her with Saito. All that had been left behind me, but one thing still bothered me. Whatever did happen to that mysterious woman?
I was walking around the same market where I bumped into her. I was being silly, purposely looking down in hopes to maybe bump into her again. What if I did? What would I say to her? What would I—
I suddenly bumped into someone. I automatically rejoiced, thinking it was Tokito, but judging by the force that bounced back to me, it wasn't. Whoever I bumped into didn't even stagger when I bumped him or her.
I looked up. It turned out to be a guy, and of all the guys in the city, it just had to bump into Saito Hajime.
He looked back at me. I hate the way he looks at me. It's like he thinks he's so superior to me. Ass-wipe.
"Watch it chicken-face," he said.
"Shut up Saito! What're you doing here anyway, blocking my way around the market?" I blew.
He turned away from me. His stupid face became expressionless. "I'm waiting for my wife," he said.
I gaped at him. Saito has a wife? I don't think so. I shook my head in pity and put my hands on my hips. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Saito, all your work made a screw loosen up there," I said, tapping my right temple.
He didn't look at me or reply. Instead, he glanced away from me and extended his arm to a year older, much more beautiful and even more mature Tokito Akanuma.
I gaped wider. What the hell was this? Was she married to this ass-wipe? She can't be. She couldn't be. She shouldn't be...
"I bought all the things that I need for dinner, darling," she said to Saito.
"That's good dear," he answered to her, suddenly shooting me a know-it-all look.
Tokito noticed him doing this and followed his gaze. Her eyes met mine and she let out a gasp. She remembered me. Did Saito know that she actually knew me?
"I believe you already know the chicken-face dear," he said to her.
"Yes, I do. I told you about him, didn't I darling?" she asked him, not tearing her gaze from mine.
Saito couldn't help but notice this. He touched Tokito's face gently. This made her look at him. He smiled triumphantly. "By the way chicken-face, meet my wife Tokito," he said.
I couldn't help but grit my teeth and clench my fists. "I've met her before Saito," I said in anger.
Tokito moved closer to him, her face hinting some worry. Saito held her around her waist, enjoying every moment of it and every hint of jealousy that I was giving him. But wait...How did and how could he possibly know I'm jealous? Is it that evident on my face?
I turned and ran away. My head started to swim. I had to get away from them as long as they were together. I had to get Tokito alone and sort things out. I couldn't have searched for something to find nothing. I couldn't have longed for something to find that someone else had it...