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Author Notes: Hey guys! Here's the second chapter to Pinky Swear. As you'll find out, this is set a few years after the events of the first chapter. Hmm, I'm not too pleased with the final product of this chapter. I think there's a bunch of holes. Umm, I'll try and mend those in the upcoming chapters. Maybe I'm only saying that cuz I'm the author, and I actually know what's gonna happen later on. ^^;; Sorry in advance if this chapter is boring.
As for "Finding You," well, I'm still in the process of re-writing it. Sorry!! o(_ _)o I swear on Tokiya x Fuuko fandom that I'll end up having it revised.
Anyhoo, happy reading. Reviews, comments, and flames would be appreciated. Well, maybe not the flames, but hell! They're welcome too. *=) Oh one last note, if you're reading this, please READ the final note at the bottom of this page (that is, if you're a Tokiya x Fuuko supporter).
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Fuuko tapped her pen against her binder as she sat on her swivel chair, one knee tucked under her chin, and staring listlessly into her computer screen waiting for Mifuyu's message to appear.
Five minutes had passed, and impatience was starting to eat at her. Finally unable to endure it, she gritted her teeth and flopped herself onto her bed.
What could be taking her so long?
All Fuuko wanted to know was whether she should tell her mom that she'd be gone for the upcoming weekend. Both girls had planned on going down to Osaka for their week break where one of their friends had invited them to Osaka's better parties. It was an excuse to act downright stupid, if you know what I mean, but what could you expect? It was an entire week off from school, it was a party, they were in their last year, and it would be in a nice city.
If her mom ever found out what went on in her child's life, she'd have a heart attack, that is, right after shipping Fuuko off to a boarding school in the Himalayas.
Her thoughts then shifted to a certain individual who was studying abroad. Now that was certainly someone she had not communicated with in a while. It had been two years since Tokiya had left and two years since Fuuko had, to say the least without giving too much away, changed some.
Recollection of the promise that he had made her suddenly escaped from its Pandora's box in the back of Fuuko's head. Her brows narrowed into a frown. No, Tokiya never did make a promise that he couldn't keep – to a certain extent. He had managed to do exceptionally well in upholding his promise to her for the first few months.
Tokiya was always calling, sometimes driving her father to the brink of insanity. And soon after that, she was only reading his neat penmanship on paper or on a postcard, a gift or two once in a while attached, but it wasn't anything special – Mifuyu, Yanagi, and Ganko ended up getting the same gifts too. As the weeks wore on, those letters became simple e-mails.
At first she didn't mind, logically believing that he was busy with school. His major did happen to be quite complicated, but when the quantity in which those e-mails came began to dwindle, she began to believe that it was more than just being busy. She just didn't know what, and whatever it was, Tokiya certainly hadn't told her.
When e-mails suddenly ceased showing up in her mailbox, she became concerned and, on more than one occasion, had picked up the phone and began to dial his number, but she never could go through with it. Her pride was just too big. He was the one who was supposed to keep in touch; he had made the promise to her, not the other way around.
Fuuko would become irritated at the thought of almost succumbing to such a pitiful thing, but she missed hearing his voice, missed his teasing, missed him.
How could she have been so stupid to ever think that such a gorgeous being of the male race could ever see her as anything more than a brat? She knew all too well that her love was unrequited, and it was just now that she thought maybe it was time to let him go.
Ugh! Fuuko reached over and squished her pillow against her face trying to stifle an irritated scream. She would have continued her voice-mashing trek had it not been for the distinct resonance from her computer's speakers indicating that Mifuyu had replied.
Fuuko abruptly got up and jumped into her chair, reading the message, and then her fingers deftly ran across the keyboard to reply.
Fuyu Mi: Sorry about the wait, Fuuko. Something sorta unexpected came up.
Wind Child: Geez. Thanks for just making me sit on my ass for the past million minutes.
Fuyu Mi: Hehe…I didn't mean to.
Wind Child: J/K.
Wind Child: Don't worry about it…I was kinda preoccupied anyway.
Fuyu Mi: Preoccupied? Care to share?
Wind Child: Nothing much…just thoughts.
Wind Child: I'm craving some lemonade for my burnt throat though, if you care. :P
Fuyu Mi: Oh.
A very long pause ensued causing a bewildered Fuuko to wonder what had happened to her friend. She was about to run out of her room to use her mother's line to call the Mikagami residence had it not been for the sound she heard that made her decide otherwise.
Fuyu Mi: Anyway, about Osaka. Yeah, the plan's still definitely a go.
Wind Child: What is this!?
Wind Child: Ignore Fuuko Day.
Fuyu Mi: Just tell your mom that we're going down there to visit a couple of friends.
Fuyu Mi: That's what I told my folks, and we're not lying.
Wind Child: Oh okay then.
Fuyu Mi: Hehe. Sorry…there's just something here I had to take care of.
Wind Child: Care to share?
Fuyu Mi: Um, you wouldn't be interested.
Wind Child: Right…like I said it's Ignore Fuuko Day.
Wind Child: I'll just call you later then.
Wind Child: Gotta study. Finals is killer and a half here.
Fuyu Mi: I know what you mean. Haha.
Fuyu Mi: If only my bro were here. *smirk*
Wind Child: Whatever…
Fuyu Mi: …
Wind Child: Anyway, gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye.
Fuyu Mi: Bye.
Wind Child has signed off.
Fuuko stared listlessly at the stack of books and binders by her bed and groaned. At that, she herself did wish that Tokiya was back, even if thinking about him got her slightly irritated.
Irritated? Only slightly?
Because he didn't keep his promise?
How do you even know that for certain?
Maybe he really is busy.
Maybe there's nothing to tell.
But then again, he could, at least, have had the decency to call here once in a while and tell her so instead of making it as if he had fallen off the edge of the world.
Fuuko dragged her feet across the carpeted room, stopping by her full-length mirror, gazing at her reflection. She had to admit, even she didn't recognize herself.
Where was she underneath that makeup? That long hair? That softened complexion.
Damn it! She couldn't even scowl as well as she used to anymore.
Come to think of it, when had she decided to change?
Since the day you and Tokiya stopped communicating. Duh! There was no longer anyone to make fun of you saying that you couldn't pull off being a girl.
Fuuko mentally slapped herself when her eye caught sight of a photo pinned underneath the frame of the mirror. Tentative fingers curled about the corner of the picture as she pulled it out and looked at it, memories flooding back.
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A smile curled itself nicely onto Fuuko's lips as she remembered having the nicest dream.
She and Tokiya had been eating ice cream and making promises at midnight. Too bad, it wasn't for real. It should have been; it sounded so much like something that came out of a romance novel. And it would have given her some excuse to talk to him for a bit before he left.
Fuuko snuggled deeper into her blankets and buried her head more into her pillow, and she would have continued her train of thought, laying there as comfortable as she was had it not been for her blanket tightening itself around her waist.
Now any normal person in their right minds would know that blankets can't wrap themselves around a person. It's an inanimate object. Her eyes popped open when she heard her pillow moan. Fuuko was quite certain that pillows couldn't speak, let alone moan! The temperature in her cheeks suddenly rose another 100 degrees as she realized the horribly embarrassing position that she found herself in.
Sure, finding herself in the arms of the hottest guy in all of Japan in his living room couch was kind of nice, but when he was also a very close friend, and her best friend's brother, it became very awkward. Especially when the last thing she wanted was for him to know that she had any feelings of affection for him at all.
Fuuko tried to carefully untangle her legs with his and loosen his grip around her waist while trying to lift her head out of the crook of his neck, but the slightest stir resulted him shifting positions and instead of having her slightly on top of him, having a bit of an advantage, he had managed to fully pin her underneath him, his legs shamelessly pinning her between him as if she were one of those long pillows. Fuuko wanted to die.
"Sleep well, Fuuko?" Tokiya mumbled, his eyes still closed.
"To-ki…ya. Get off," she whispered trying to make her voice sound threatening, simultaneously feeling the blood rush to her face.
"I would, but I'm still kinda sleepy." He grinned. "I guess you're trapped with me, squirt."
Fuuko really wanted to die.
"Don't call me that," she hissed. " Lemme go. Damn it, Tokiya. Why are you doing this?"
A smirk tugged at his lips, and Fuuko thanked the gods that she couldn't see his eyes. It would have been crueler to see the glint of pleasure in them.
"I'm very comfortable in this position."
"If you keep this up, I can guarantee you that you won't have the stomach to eat breakfast."
"So be it," he replied, pulling her tighter to him.
"Tokiya~!" Fuuko whined.
"Ahem!"
Fuuko's eyes instantly looked towards the voice completely mortified. Tokiya, on the other hand, opened one eye casually, and upon seeing his sister, only groaned and buried his face deeper into Fuuko's neck.
"Aww, how cute. Sleep well, brother?"
"Go away, Mifuyu. Can't you see I'm busy here?"
Mifuyu's eyes danced towards Fuuko, who was pleading to the gods to take her life NOW.
"I can't believe you ditched me for my bro."
"Mifuyu~!! But I didn't even know that I was here until this morning!!"
She shrugged.
"I don't really mind. I think it's sorta cute. And besides, I wouldn't mind having a sister-in-law."
The minute the wicked little grin appeared on her usually innocent features, alarm filled both Tokiya and Fuuko, who immediately bolted up and tried to start towards Mifuyu who had a silly smile on her face, her hands behind her back.
"I can only guarantee you that the both of you won't forget this."
Mifuyu ignored their statue-turning glares and skipped towards the kitchen where breakfast was being served, her parents sitting at the table with their coffees.
Tokiya continued to stare daggers at his sister's retreating figure before sitting back down on the couch, fixing one side of his sleeveless undershirt. Fuuko just rubbed at her eyes with the sleeves of her pajamas and then stared at her hands in her lap.
"You do know that this whole thing…well, it wasn't like it was any intentional act of lechery on my part"
"Uh-huh. Sure," Fuuko replied sarcastically. "Didn't what I tell you the day before sink in? You wanna get marked a criminal on account of me? Some lawyer. Tch."
"Shut up," he threw one of the pillows on the couch at her face, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Fuuko only gave him a sour raspberry and commented that it served him right.
"See, if only you had let me go when I told you to…"
She stopped when she found her face only inches away from the silver-haired youth's. The only thing she could keep from squealing was to hold her breath, and even then, she could hardly keep from squealing.
"It's too early, squirt. Why don't you save that for when you see me off, kay? Besides, you were the one that fell asleep on me. I was too tired to carry your ass back to Mifuyu's room, even though I knew you would have preferred it in mine."
He touched the tip of her nose and then started to walk off to the kitchen, leaving Fuuko alone to make a spectacle of herself by trying to regain all of the air that she had lost She hated the fact that Tokiya was quick on his feet, and she hated it even more when he teased her. Teasing or flirting?
Was it?
Nah.
Tokiya only looked at her as another kid sister and nothing more.
When she was finally able to breathe again and after she had recollected the scattered fragments of her mind that had flew all out proportion the moment her eyes opened, she hauled herself to the kitchen where she'd verbally chew off Tokiya's head for his stupid comment, not really prepared for the teasing coming from the elder Mikagamis.
Neither was Tokiya.
Mifuyu was the only one laughing.
And it would have yet been another three months before Mifuyu would tell her that the reason why she had smiled so triumphantly that morning was before either of them had awoken, she and her parents had seen them as they were, and Mifuyu shamelessly whipped out a camera and took a picture of the two sleeping.
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Fuuko shook her head and put the picture back in its place along with the rest of the other photos, and was about to head downstairs for the glass of lemonade that she had been craving when she heard something clank against her window.
Another.
Fuuko walked over to her window, and tried to look out into the darkness to see who or what it was. Seeing nothing, she rationally figured that it must have been a bird or a squirrel or something and turned back around to head for the door. Passing by her desk, the sound of her cell phone ringing made the girl jump, and the fact that this wasn't the first time that day that she nearly passed out from heart failure due to surprises like this was really starting to piss her off.
"Hello?"
"Hey, squirt."
Fuuko's eyes widened at the familiar voice and the
loathed nickname. Those two always went hand in hand, and it could only be…
"Tokiya?"
"The one and only."
Fuuko's eyes had lit up and a smile had crossed her features. Was he really calling?
"Wow, you're actually calling me?"
She heard a chuckle on the other line and she smiled. It had been a while since she last heard that.
"I think my phone calls have been long overdue."
"You think, genius? I could have told you that."
"Still full of sarcasm, huh? Well, I apologize for that." He paused. "It's just…well…I've been caught up in a lot of things."
"Oh."
"Anyway, so how's life been treating you."
"Finals."
Tokiya groaned, instantly understanding the hidden meaning behind that single word.
"Mm-hm. Well, Tokiya, when do you plan to come home? You know, everyone misses you."
"You most of all, right?"
Fuuko took the phone away from her ear for a moment and stared at it as if it were something strange. Why'd he ask that?
Oh wait. This was Tokiya talking here. When words were coming out of his mouth, she'd usually be prone to their harassment.
"Dream on, Tokiya!"
There was a long silence, and Fuuko began to wonder otherwise.
"Aww, Fuuko! You can't tell me that you don't miss me."
"Sure, I miss you. Just don't go to thinking that you're the center of my life."
He chuckled on the other end, and Fuuko could only smile wryly.
Yeah, he was just teasing again. What was she thinking? Tokiya and her? That
was impossible. She'd have a better chance with Recca Hanabishi.
"Well, what would you say if I told you I missed you the most?"
"I'd say you're full of crap, Tokiya Mikagami, you wannabe-lawyer."
"Ouch. Did I ever tell you how much your words touches my heart?"
"And you call me sarcastic."
"Heh, well I'll see you tomorrow, squirt. Good night."
Before Fuuko could ask what he meant, he had hung up the phone and just then, she heard a car pull out and drive off. When she got to her window to see who it was, the taillights were already far down the block. Fuuko arched a brow suspiciously and began to wonder.
She was about to turn when something sitting on the outer ledge of her window caught her eye. Fuuko cautiously opened her window and reached out for the tall glass with two straws, a small umbrella, and a slice of lemon. She brought it up and inspected it, and her eyes widened with a sudden notion.
Tokiya?
No, it couldn't be. He was in the States.
But what had he meant when he said he'd see her tomorrow?
Fuuko looked at the glass of lemonade and spotted a string dangling from the bottom of the glass, a piece of paper attached to it. Reaching for the tiny piece of paper, she immediately recognized the penmanship, and she could only manage a smile.
Because I missed you, squirt.
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Final Notes: If you read the first part of my notes, I'm sure you came upon the part where I said to please READ my final notes. Okay, it wasn't a trick. I really do have something for you to read, but first I gotta do my routine final rants. If you really don't give a crap about my rambles, just skip down to the bold part a few paragraphs down that says IMPORTANT. I guarantee that you won't miss it.
On to my rants. First and foremost, I'm sorry that this chapter was shorter than the previous one. I guess that's another reason why I'm not all that enthused about this particular chapter. Also, the whole instant message conversation was kinda a new thing for me. I'm sorry if it was confusing. ^^;; I tried to make it like a real IM convo, and so I based it on mine, and mines can get very confusing on account that me and my friends type like miles and miles per minute.
About Chapter 3, well, I went ahead and did part of it. Ooh…wonder what's gonna happen! Haha! I'll try not to be cruel and keep you guys waiting for like a month. ^^;; I'll see what I can do. Having a job can suck a lot of butt. I wouldn't be working, but I need the moola. Ugh! It's not complete so suggestions would be nice, although not necessary. I just wanna know what you guys would like to see happen, and if I can work through it, I'll try and make it so. Otae?
IMPORTANT: Now for the hot tamale. Hehe. You know, for the longest time, I've noticed that there sure are a LOT of Tokiya x Fuuko supporters, but there aren't any sites dedicated to them. I guess everyone these days just likes to read fics. ^^;; But I went ahead and made a Tokiya x Fuuko clique cuz I just got bored one day, and for once, my brain actually went and did something sorta productive. If you wanna join, please do! It's an open invitation, and the rules are easy. And if enough members do join, I'll try and put up an illustration/novel section up in that place. But I don't know if it's even gonna work out. If you're interested, join and spread the news like wildfire. Otae, thank you, I love you, bye! *=)
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Diana-Jae is on a sugar high if you couldn't tell. Damn…I think I've rambled more than the fic itself. Sowwie. But anyhoo, standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Recca no Honou or any of Anzai Nobuyuki's characters. With that said, me no own, you no sue. Capiche? Good.