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Hi everyone! I know, I know. It's been forever since I updated. I'm so sorry! I just haven't been in the mood to write lately, but now I have an urge to. So here's the long awaited next chapter! I hope you enjoy it! Please review!
Two weeks after the character postings, Momiji is still in a deep trench surrounded by depression. The only time she feels happy is when she is on stage, practicing with Kome. She hardly cared that she didn't get the lead role, most importantly she was happy that Sakura didn't get it either. It only hurt her to be on one side of the stage and Kusanagi on the other. They were divided like two parallel lines never touching. She hated that, but she could do nothing about it. He hurt her a lot and nothing could blind her from that.
When Momiji first told Kome about her getting the lead, she felt jealous. She wanted that part so badly that she could taste it, but she sucked all of that in, because, after all, Kome is a good friend of hers. However, Kome did not want the part at first. Hell, she didn't even want to audition. She only did it because she was forced to. Momiji then convinced her to be in the play because she'd be sad if she didn't. She gave her puppy dog eyes, which would get anyone to change their mind, so Kome did.
"Kome, you're really good at this," Momiji said as they went over the lines. "Maybe even better than me."
Kome laughed and flapped her hands. "No way," she replied. "I only got the part because old Sugishita has a crush on me. I could never be better than you."
"Thanks, Kome," she said, and looked back over the lines.
Momiji knew that Sugishita gave Kome the part because he liked her, but she was honest when she said that she was very good. Although Kome has a rock solid appearance, she has a softer caring side.
"Are you nervous about the play, Kome?" Momiji asked.
The curtain goes up in one day, which is the premier of the first public showing. Then the play will go on for a week or so after that. There will be hundreds of people there to fill the many rows of seats. Seeing that many people in front of you while you're on stage in the spotlight could make anyone nervous.
Kome shrugged her shoulders. "Nah, not really. I once had to stand up in front of the whole Japanese Defense Force to give a speech on using nuclear weapons on the Arigami if they ever made a large attack on Japan." She grinned while thinking about using large guns full of nuclear energy. "It was the greatest speech I ever gave."
Momiji's eyes widened. At that moment she realized how…how crazy Kome actually is. It was amusing more than it was disturbing, actually. Here is this woman who has every capability to tear apart a person and then make them into a noodle strainer, and attract men all at the same time! In the other corner sits a girl who can defend herself pretty well, but can't keep a guy's attention for very long. It made her want to shout at her for being so strong and appealing, it really did. Yet, it also made her want to hug Kome as a sign of admiration. She did neither, though. She kept it inside along with all her other emotions.
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I have to talk to her. I have to tell her I'm sorry and that I love her with all my heart. Kusanagi thought as he paced pack and forth in his living room. He had already given up on going over his lines due to Momiji being the only thing on his mind.
Everything around him reminded him of her. The soft melody of the wind blowing outside, the soft moonlight stretching across Japan, and the smell of sweet jasmine trickling his nose. Every which way he turned, he'd see something and instantly be reminded of her. He needed her like he needed air to breathe. He knew he couldn't live without her. Life would be too hard too bare.
He threw his script on the floor and stood still, staring out the window. All he could see were buildings and mountains in the far distance. He wondered long he would be stranded at the bottom, always wishing to be at the top. He tried getting to the top, but in the act he messed up and fell to the ground. He knows that he should make another attempt, but the thought of sabotaging himself mocked his mind. Fortitude runs through a coward's veins. How ironic.
As he stood there, the phone started to ring. He took a deep breath and walked over to the phone. He picked it up and put it to his ear. "Hello?"
He heard nothing except silence mingling with light breathing. He asked who was there, but still no answer. He asked a third time and that's when he heard the other line hang up.
"What the--" he said, and slammed the phone back on it's cradle.
-- What am I doing? Momiji asked herself as she dropped the phone. I can't call him. I have nothing to say to him. He has to apologize to me first in order for me to waste my voice on him…but I have the urge to talk to him. I want to hear his voice and him laugh again. However, I'm too hurt to make up with him this soon. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it.
Momiji got in bed and covered herself with a blanket. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling. She wanted it to come crashing down on her as her life did. Everything was perfect in her life, was being the key word. She had a handsome boyfriend, a sure part in a play, and loving people she worked with. Nothing seemed bad past the horizon, except on that one day when life shut her out and slapped her across the face.
She closed her eyes and tried to dream of something other than Kusanagi. However, Kusanagi kept slipping into her mind as if it were a blunt hint from her heart. She quickly dug her face into a pillow and screamed. She couldn't take it. The love she has for him keeps burning her inside, wanting to escape. She wanted more than anything to get a coat on and run to his place, but her pride stopped her. She shouldn't be the one crawling back to him, it should be the other way around, or at least that's what she thought.
"What shall I do?" she asked the darkness as is it was going to give her an answer.
Tears speckled her eyes like dew on grass in the early morning. She wanted to cry herself a river, but only little drops came out. She had already cried enough in the past couple of days, drops are what she has left.
"Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day," she said, and made herself fall asleep.
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Sakura rummaged through boxes in her storage room. After ten boxes, she finally found what she had been looking for. She pulled it out of the box and held it up to the tiny light. It was an award she had won in Hong Kong for being the best actress in a drama. She smiled as it glimmered. It was her first real award she had won, and definitely wasn't her last. It was a statue of a star on a pedestal, about a foot long. This will certainly work, she said to herself.
She stood up and went into her living room. She crouched behind the couch, right by the edge of it. She swatted the award out from behind the couch. "Crack!" she shouted, and then laughed. "I will be the Kushinada in the play no matter what it takes. Watch out Momiji."
"Tomorrow… both the lead role and leading man will be mine!"
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To be continued!
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